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The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. VIII, No. 375, March 5, 1887

The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. VIII, No. 375, March 5, 1887

by Various Authors

ELSEWHERE in the pages of The Girl’s Own Paper a writer has explained the laws of form governing and underlying what we call “classical” music. To those who love art, in whatever guise it comes to us—as symphony, picture, or poem—a very slight amount of careful study of its accepted laws will repay a thousandfold the trouble taken. Having grasped e..

The Book of Christmas

The Book of Christmas

by Various Authors

CAROLS are still sung in almost numberless churches, lights glow on altars bound and wreathed with spruce and holly, trees are set up in innumerable homes, and mobs of merry children sing and dance around them, stockings take on grotesque shapes and hang gaping with treasures for early marauders on Christmas morning, and hosts of men and women keep..

Old Songs

Old Songs

by Various Authors

A collection of poems written by many authors have been compiled and presented as A Love SongWhy canst Thou not, as Others doWith Jockey to the FairSweet Nelly, my Heart’s DelightWhat hap had I to Marry a ShrowThe Leather BottèlNever Love Thee MoreHere’s to the Maiden of Bashful FifteenBarbara AllenPerigot and Cuddy’s RoundelaySally in Our All..

The Book of History (Vol. 1 of 18)

The Book of History (Vol. 1 of 18)

by Various Authors

There is no need here to discuss the question how far it is possible to write a universal history, or on what lines such a history should proceed. These points may well be left where Lord Bryce leaves them in his introduction to this book. Nor need we consider what history is; the plain man may be left to make up his own mind as to that while the p..

Bob Taylor's Magazine, Vol. I, No. 2

Bob Taylor's Magazine, Vol. I, No. 2

by Various Authors

Time in its tireless flight has brought us again to the full leaf and flower of another summer. The grass grows green about the dust of heroes; the roses twine once more about their tomb, and the morning-glories point their purple bugles toward the sky as if to sound a reveille to our immortal dead. Another year with its sunshine and its shadows, i..