Books with title Kipper: Kipper's Christmas Eve

Written by Charlotte Elizabeth Bowen and originally published in 1889 by McLoughlin Brothers of New York, this illustrated, rhyming, heart-warming story tells of a little robin, hungry and cold on Christmas Eve. The little bird finds his way to a church, where he also finds food and shelter. When the children's choir practice their Christmas songs, the robin joins in and the Rector notes the lesson: "Seek God, my children, and when times of storm and trouble come, He'll guide you as He did the bird, and safely lead you home."

Written by Charlotte Elizabeth Bowen and originally published in 1889 by McLoughlin Brothers of New York, this illustrated, rhyming, heart-warming story tells of a little robin, hungry and cold on Christmas Eve. The little bird finds his way to a church, where he also finds food and shelter. When the children's choir practice their Christmas songs, the robin joins in and the Rector notes the lesson: "Seek God, my children, and when times of storm and trouble come, He'll guide you as He did the bird, and safely lead you home."

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Christmas-Eve and Easter-Day, a Poem (1850) is, despite the title, often treated as two poems by Robert Browning(7 May 1812 – 12 December 1889), rather than as one poem in two parts. It was the first new work published by Robert Browning after his marriage to Elizabeth Barrett Browning and their departure for Italy, and is widely considered to show the influence of his wife's religious beliefs. "Christmas-Eve" is an account of a vision in which the narrator is taken to a Nonconformist church, to St. Peter's in Rome, to a Göttingen lecture theatre where a practitioner of the Higher criticism is discoursing on the Christian myth, and back to the Nonconformist church. In "Easter-Day" a Christian and a sceptic debate the nature of faith. Christmas-Eve and Easter-Day gives valuable clues to the religious opinions of Browning himself, as opposed to those of his characters, but, as his wife warned a correspondent, "Certainly the poem does not represent his own permanent state of mind, which was what I meant when I told you it was dramatic."

We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive classic literature collection. This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts, We have not used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad quality books with introduced typos. Also in books where there are images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve to be made available for future generations to enjoy. We use 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. Out of the little chapel I burst Into the fresh night–air again. Five minutes full, I waited first In the doorway, to escape the rain That drove in gusts down the common’s centre At the edge of which the chapel stands, Before I plucked up heart to enter. Heaven knows how many sorts of hands Reached past me, groping for the latch Of the inner door that hung on catch More obstinate the more they fumbled, Till, giving way at last with a scold Of the crazy hinge, in squeezed or tumbled One sheep more to the rest in fold, And left me irresolute, standing sentry In the sheepfold’s lath–and–plaster entry, Six feet long by three feet wide, Partitioned off from the vast inside— I blocked up half of it at least. No remedy; the rain kept driving.

This book was digitized and reprinted from the collections of the University of California Libraries. It was produced from digital images created through the libraries’ mass digitization efforts. The digital images were cleaned and prepared for printing through automated processes. Despite the cleaning process, occasional flaws may still be present that were part of the original work itself, or introduced during digitization. This book and hundreds of thousands of others can be found online in the HathiTrust Digital Library at www.hathitrust.org.