Books with title My Bee's Keeper

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1866 Excerpt: ...the beauty on which my love was set, Hath my heart's deep reverence now. That wish of my life, it doth not fade--My life and it are one. Yet well could I rest amid the shade, Were my flower but in the sun. DID YOU EVER KNOW HER? 193 My flower! my flowerl thy bended head Is dearer than worlds to me. I would give up life and take death instead, My flower's strong shield to be!' The song was not much in itself, certainly; but there was a power in the fine voice and the deep feeling and expression with which every word was given, that held tne listeners motionless; and from end to end of the still room was the song heard. It was not till the voice ceased, and the singer had played a few soft notes that might almost have been involuntary--so exactly did they carry out the spirit of the song; that the ladies recollected their pockethandkerchiefs, and Penn Raynor exclaimed, 'Who upon earth's that, Harry?' 'Who upon earth is what?' said his cousin striking another chord. 'Yes, did you ever know her,. Mr. Raynor?' said the lady of the house.. 'Did I ever know whom, ma'am?' he said half turning about. 'Why this lady of the song. There's no description given of her, either--I don't know how it is--but it is all so life-like that I feel as if I must have seen her. Is there really such a flower in the world?' It was with a singular smile that he heard her--a smile that to any keen eye would have said enough. But lightly touching the keys again, his answer was given with perfect gravity. ',If there be, MW Clinton, you will find it in the genus woman, and in that species where Nature and Christianity have both done their best.' 'OI have no doubt Mr. Raynor knows the original,' Baid Miss Arnet. 'He always had a preoccupied air,--as if he were saying to himself, " I ha...

Excerpt from My Brother's KeeperWhen I fell sick, an' very sick, An' very sick, just like to dee, A gentleman 0' good account, He cam' on purpose to visit me - Old Ballad.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.

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it. This work was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. Therefore, you will see the original copyright references, library stamps (as most of these works have been housed in our most important libraries around the world), and other notations in the work.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.As a reproduction of a historical artifact, this work may contain missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

What do you do when you are wrongly accused, and all the evidence points to you being the culprit? How do you handle people turning against you because of it? Constable Aloysius Bumblesnitch has never been the most reliable member of the Bloxwytch watch. Indeed, some would say that he has some shady character traits – but organised crime? He’s never been that organised, ever, yet his name keeps coming up in a number of burglaries, along with supporting evidence. Adding to his problems, the love of the dwarf constable’s life, Verity, has taken a shine to an elf called Kryptix. It’s bad enough that Bumblesnitch has lost his heart’s desire – but he absolutely hates Kryptix, with a passion.Personal disaster awaits the dwarf.

Excerpt from My Brother's KeeperA train shot along the overhanging structure; the shock on the cool metal stung the hunted man's fin gers, the vibrant snarl tensed his brain, already acute with caution and the need of fear. His right hand stole back to the rubber grip of the automatic pistol in his pocket, but his figure did not stir from its mimicry protection' of the iron frame casting its shadow about him; his eyes did not lose their watch ing of the plain-clothes man.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.

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it. This work was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. Therefore, you will see the original copyright references, library stamps (as most of these works have been housed in our most important libraries around the world), and other notations in the work.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.As a reproduction of a historical artifact, this work may contain missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

When I fell sick, an very sick, An very sick, just like to dee, A gentleman ogood accpunt, He cam on purpose to visit me. Old Ballad. IT was a blustering December day,-r-no snow to lay the dust or to allay the cold with its bright reflections; and Winter himself seemed shivering, despoiled of his ermine cloak. In that very spirit in which some people seek out the worst side of human nature, the wind careered about, picked up all the dust and straws it could find, and showered them upon the heads of innocent and well dressed people. Not exclusively, to be sure, the wind was impartial in its bestowings; but if mischief may be measured by the trouble it gives and the effects it leaves behind it, then did the upper ten get more than their share that day.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at

This is a pre-1923 historical reproduction that was curated for quality. Quality assurance was conducted on each of these books in an attempt to remove books with imperfections introduced by the digitization process. Though we have made best efforts - the books may have occasional errors that do not impede the reading experience. We believe this work is culturally important and have elected to bring the book back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. This text refers to the Bibliobazaar edition.

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it. This work was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. Therefore, you will see the original copyright references, library stamps (as most of these works have been housed in our most important libraries around the world), and other notations in the work.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.As a reproduction of a historical artifact, this work may contain missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work.