Rubble & Roseleaves
Author: Frank Boreham
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Published: 1924
Total Pages: 280
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Author: Frank Boreham
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Published: 1924
Total Pages: 280
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DOWNLOAD EBOOKAuthor: Nicholson Baker
Publisher: Vintage
Published: 1997-02-25
Total Pages: 370
ISBN-13: 0679776249
DOWNLOAD EBOOKThe bestselling author of Vox and The Fermata devotes his hyperdriven curiosity and magnificently baroque prose to the fossils of punctuation and the lexicography of smut, delivering to readers a provocative and often hilarious celebration of the neglected aspects of our experience.
Author: Boston Public Library
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Published: 1924
Total Pages: 634
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Published: 1923
Total Pages: 826
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Published: 1922
Total Pages: 258
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Published: 1924
Total Pages: 2188
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DOWNLOAD EBOOKAuthor: Library of Congress. Copyright Office
Publisher: Copyright Office, Library of Congress
Published: 1924
Total Pages: 1790
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DOWNLOAD EBOOKPart 1, Books, Group 1, v. 20 : Nos. 1 - 125 (Issued April, 1923 - May, 1924)
Author: Frank Boreham
Publisher: DigiCat
Published: 2022-06-02
Total Pages: 168
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DOWNLOAD EBOOK"Faces in the Fire, and Other Fancies" by Frank Boreham is a book that covers essays on theological topics as well as plain human interest topics. The author presents common events that teach deep, spiritual truths. Excerpt: "It was a chilling experience, that first glimpse of New Zealand! Hour after hour the great ship held on her way up the Cook Straits amidst scenery that made me shudder and that scowled me out of countenance. Rugged, massive, inhospitable, and bare, how sternly those wild and mountainous landscapes contrasted with the quiet beauty that I had surveyed from the same decks as the ship had dropped down Channel! I shaded my eyes with my hands and swept the strange horizon at every point, but nowhere could I see a sign of habitation—no man; no beast; no sheltering roof; no winding road; no welcoming column of smoke! And when, in the twilight of that still autumn evening, I at length descended the gangway, and set foot for the first time on the land of my adoption, I found myself—twelve thousand miles from home—in a country in which not a soul knew me, and in which I knew no single soul. It was not an exhilarating sensation."