Books with author Gay Robins

From the awesome grandeur of the Great Pyramids to the delicacy of a face etched on an amulet, the spellbinding power of ancient Egyptian art persists to this day. Spanning three thousand years, this beautifully illustrated history offers a thorough and delightfully readable introduction to the artwork even as it provides insight into questions that have long engaged experts and amateurs alike. In its scope, its detail, and its eloquent reproduction of over 250 objects, Gay Robins’s classic book is without parallel as a guide to the art of ancient Egypt. And her eagerly awaited new edition includes many new color photographs and a fully revised and updated bibliography.

My name is Aggie Jumble, and I'm a 6th grade monster hunter. Some say I'm countrified. They say I have a funny accent, I git to spell words all wrong, and make them laugh. Momma just says we're differnt. I moved to the city not too long ago and boy, it's just all weird. It's almost like I done moved into a farn country. There's all kinda ruckus goin on here. Seeins how it's just far too much to recollect in my head, I tried to git it all down in this here story book. Momma made me call it a Diary so even citified girls might want to read about them there scary monsters too. It might help spread the word on how to wallop these things upside the head...just in case we don't make through our adventures.Diary of a Countrified Zombie Killer is a short story intended to make people laugh and is entertaining for children, middle school students, and even adults.Age Level: 9 - 12 | Grade Level: 4th and up

Excerpt from The Ides of March, Vol. 1 of 3Both the persons now enjoying their trout and muffins, hot coffee, broiled ham and honey, were of the male sex. AS a couse quence, their breakfast-table was a Silent one. One was deep in a newspaper, the other busy with a packet Of letters which lay beside his plate. The only sound was the ticking of the great Dutch clock.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Ides of March, Vol. 1 of 3Both the persons now enjoying their trout and muffins, hot coffee, broiled ham and honey, were of the male sex. AS a couse quence, their breakfast-table was a Silent one. One was deep in a newspaper, the other busy with a packet Of letters which lay beside his plate. The only sound was the ticking of the great Dutch clock.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Ides of March, Vol. 2 of 3Where children are not, heaven is not, and heaven if they come not again Shall he never But the face and the voice of a child are assurance of heaven and its promise for ever! A. C. Swinburne.With a plaintiveness born only of summer night and summer sea, the band at the end of the pier was sobbing out the dying notes of a waltz. The sound floated in, lazily, like the scarcely-stirred air, through the Windows of one of the large houses on the esplanade. Vol. II.The occupants Of the house had just done dining; they were at dessert.The host leaned back in his chair and tasted his wine his wife rested her round white arms on the table-cloth, and tried, not very successfully, to peel some early walnuts; their guest sat in a reverie, absently fingering the stem of his wine glass.Outside, there sounded distinctly the patter Of hurrying feet on the asphalte parade; laughter and voices also were tossed in at the window in snatches; the low murmur of the sea was soothingly audible. A silence had fallen on the trio.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Ides of March, Vol. 3 of 3Pooh Evelyn labours under the idea that I am utterly senile and decrepit. I am much annoyed by the fuss he is always making.' Evidently his son s return had incensed him unusually; she had never heard him so venomous and, feeling vexed With her old friend, she turned to Miss Dinwiddie, and the conversation flowed into health channels, ambulance lectures being the particular point in discussion.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Ides of March, Vol. 3 of 3Pooh Evelyn labours under the idea that I am utterly senile and decrepit. I am much annoyed by the fuss he is always making.' Evidently his son s return had incensed him unusually; she had never heard him so venomous and, feeling vexed With her old friend, she turned to Miss Dinwiddie, and the conversation flowed into health channels, ambulance lectures being the particular point in discussion.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Ides of March, Vol. 2 of 3Where children are not, heaven is not, and heaven if they come not again Shall he never But the face and the voice of a child are assurance of heaven and its promise for ever! A. C. Swinburne.With a plaintiveness born only of summer night and summer sea, the band at the end of the pier was sobbing out the dying notes of a waltz. The sound floated in, lazily, like the scarcely-stirred air, through the Windows of one of the large houses on the esplanade. Vol. II.The occupants Of the house had just done dining; they were at dessert.The host leaned back in his chair and tasted his wine his wife rested her round white arms on the table-cloth, and tried, not very successfully, to peel some early walnuts; their guest sat in a reverie, absently fingering the stem of his wine glass.Outside, there sounded distinctly the patter Of hurrying feet on the asphalte parade; laughter and voices also were tossed in at the window in snatches; the low murmur of the sea was soothingly audible. A silence had fallen on the trio.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.