"Books a Song" a debt we owe.
Of all the privileges we enjoy in the nineteenth century, there is none perhaps for which we have to be more thankful than for the easier access to books.
The delights of literature: The feeling that books are real friends is constant with all who love to read. Some forget to eat some do not even want to be diverted from their attainment of the pleasure of reading and the knowledge dawned on doing so. some teach us how to live and others teach how to die. some relate the events of the past while others reveal the secrets giving fortitude to the mind some times they teach how to restrain and some how we rely on their information in an event of an emergency.
Books are an entertainment for all ages.
Mary Lamb once saw a boy with eager eye open a book upon a stall, and read as if he'd devour it all. which when the stall man did espy, soon to the boy I heard him call;
: you sir you never buy a book therefore in one you shall not look.
the boy passed slowly on with a sigh, he wished he never had been taught to read, then for the old churl's books he would have had no need.
the situation was not always so for in times gone by many a book lover has undertaken to copy the full works of what one desires in order to possess a copy of their own.
a femtosecond is so important in life well lived.
Of all the privileges we enjoy in the nineteenth century, there is none perhaps for which we have to be more thankful than for the easier access to books.
The delights of literature: The feeling that books are real friends is constant with all who love to read. Some forget to eat some do not even want to be diverted from their attainment of the pleasure of reading and the knowledge dawned on doing so. some teach us how to live and others teach how to die. some relate the events of the past while others reveal the secrets giving fortitude to the mind some times they teach how to restrain and some how we rely on their information in an event of an emergency.
Books are an entertainment for all ages.
Mary Lamb once saw a boy with eager eye open a book upon a stall, and read as if he'd devour it all. which when the stall man did espy, soon to the boy I heard him call;
: you sir you never buy a book therefore in one you shall not look.
the boy passed slowly on with a sigh, he wished he never had been taught to read, then for the old churl's books he would have had no need.
the situation was not always so for in times gone by many a book lover has undertaken to copy the full works of what one desires in order to possess a copy of their own.
a femtosecond is so important in life well lived.
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