Books with author William L. Ury

Excerpt from The Rich Boy and the Poor Boy: Or, a Contented Mind Is the Best FeastI have told y'ou what com~ forts and blessings William possessed, and must now give you an account of George Wilson the poor boy George Wilson's father was a poor labouring Oman, he dug ditches, cut wood, and.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.

Philo: Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper, And is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsy's lust.

Excerpt from The Rich Boy and the Poor Boy: Or, a Contented Mind Is the Best FeastI have told y'ou what com~ forts and blessings William possessed, and must now give you an account of George Wilson the poor boy George Wilson's father was a poor labouring Oman, he dug ditches, cut wood, and.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.

The second book of The Amulet of request continues. Tessa has now acquired the Amulet of Request. Her, Prince Marko Of Stoney Rock Village, and his Soldiers Shamirah, and Kembotec guide her. But, they are not alone. The powerful beast, the Fuzzles are assigned to ensure they can get to the Crystal Castle. However, Athena and many others are determined to stop them for good.

Excerpt from Alexis, the Tyrant of the East: A Persian TaleThe following truly interesting History was selected from a number of very valuable Manuscripts in the Persian language, found in the Alexandrian Library at the time of the Invasion of Egypt by the French: It has been considered as a true and lively picture of the barbarous manners and licentious ha bits of those early ages. - It contains d succinct Account of the extraordinary Adventures of that blood-stained Tyrant of the East, whose valor Ous exploits and daring crimes were long the con slant Theme of the Persian Bards; and whose fame is still proverbial in all Quarters of the Eastern World - The melancholy fate which at last awaited him, and closed a life fraught with the most atrocious acts of villany, resulting from the unrestrained indulgence of criminal Desires and a boundless Ambition, conveys a most salu tary lesson and a sure conviction to the reflecting.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 Alexis, the Tyrant of the East: A Persian TaleThe following truly interesting History was selected from a number of very valuable Manuscripts in the Persian language, found in the Alexandrian Library at the time of the Invasion of Egypt by the French: It has been considered as a true and lively picture of the barbarous manners and licentious ha bits of those early ages. - It contains d succinct Account of the extraordinary Adventures of that blood-stained Tyrant of the East, whose valor Ous exploits and daring crimes were long the con slant Theme of the Persian Bards; and whose fame is still proverbial in all Quarters of the Eastern World - The melancholy fate which at last awaited him, and closed a life fraught with the most atrocious acts of villany, resulting from the unrestrained indulgence of criminal Desires and a boundless Ambition, conveys a most salu tary lesson and a sure conviction to the reflecting.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.

These strange facts would never have been placed on record, nor would this exciting chapter of an eventful life have been written, except for two reasons: first, because the discovery I made has been declared to be of considerable importance to scientists, bibliophiles, and the world at large; and, secondly, because it is my dear wife's wish that in order to clear her in the eyes of both friends and foes nothing should be concealed, misrepresented, or withheld. It was, indeed, a memorable day when I halted before the white, almost windowless house of the prior of San Sisto and knocked twice at its plain, green-painted door. The sun-blanched, time-mellowed city of Florence lay silent, glaring, and deserted in the blazing noon of a July day. The Florentines had fled to the mountains for air. The persiennes, or sun-shutters, were everywhere closed, the shops shut, the people slumbering, and the silence only broken by the heat-song of the chirping cicale in the scorched trees at the end of the Lung Arno.

It is told that there was once a mighty river which ran south into the sea, and at the mouth thereof was a great and rich city, which had been builded and had waxed and thriven because of the great and most excellent haven which the river aforesaid made where it fell into the sea. And now it was like looking at a huge wood of barked and smoothened fir-trees when one saw the masts of the ships that lay in the said haven. But up in this river ran the flood of tide a long way, so that the biggest of dromonds and round-ships might fare up it, and oft they lay amid pleasant up-country places, with their yards all but touching the windows of the husbandman's stead, and their bowsprits thrusting forth amongst the middens, and the routing swine, and querulous hens. And the uneasy lads and lasses sitting at high-mass of the Sunday in the grey church would see the tall masts amidst the painted saints of the aisle windows, and their minds would wander from the mass-hackled priest and the words and the gestures of him, and see visions of far countries and outlandish folk, and some would be heart-smitten with that desire of wandering and looking on new things which so oft the sea-beat board and the wind-strained pine bear with them to the dwellings of the stay-at-homes: and to some it seemed as if, when they went from out the church, they should fall in with St. Thomas of India stepping over the gangway, and come to visit their uplandish Christmas and the Yule-feast of the field-abiders of midwinter frost