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Old Christmas: Large Print (Paperback) (2020)
~EN PB NWISBN: 9781650413570 bzw. 1650413572, vermutlich in Englisch, Independently Published, United States, Taschenbuch, neu.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, The Book Depository [54837791], London, United Kingdom.
Language: English. Brand new Book. Excerpt from Old Christmas But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of his good, gray old head and beard left? Well, I will have that, seeing I cannot have more of him. Hue and Cry after Christmas. A man might then beholdAt Christmas, in each hallGood fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small.The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chiddenWhen this old cap was new Old Song. Nothing in England exercises a more delightful spell over my imagination than the lingerings of the holiday customs and rural games of former times. They recall the pictures my fancy used to draw in the May morning of life, when as yet I only knew the world through books, and believed it to be all that poets had painted it; and they bring with them the flavor of those honest days of yore, in which, perhaps with equal fallacy, I am apt to think the world was more homebred, social, and joyous than at present. I regret to say that they are daily growing more and more faint, being gradually worn away by time, but still more obliterated by modern fashion. Books.
Language: English. Brand new Book. Excerpt from Old Christmas But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of his good, gray old head and beard left? Well, I will have that, seeing I cannot have more of him. Hue and Cry after Christmas. A man might then beholdAt Christmas, in each hallGood fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small.The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chiddenWhen this old cap was new Old Song. Nothing in England exercises a more delightful spell over my imagination than the lingerings of the holiday customs and rural games of former times. They recall the pictures my fancy used to draw in the May morning of life, when as yet I only knew the world through books, and believed it to be all that poets had painted it; and they bring with them the flavor of those honest days of yore, in which, perhaps with equal fallacy, I am apt to think the world was more homebred, social, and joyous than at present. I regret to say that they are daily growing more and more faint, being gradually worn away by time, but still more obliterated by modern fashion. Books.
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Old Christmas: Large Print (Paperback) (2020)
~EN PB NWISBN: 9781650413570 bzw. 1650413572, vermutlich in Englisch, Independently Published, United States, Taschenbuch, neu.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, The Book Depository [54837791], London, United Kingdom.
Language: English. Brand new Book. Excerpt from Old Christmas But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of his good, gray old head and beard left? Well, I will have that, seeing I cannot have more of him. Hue and Cry after Christmas. A man might then beholdAt Christmas, in each hallGood fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small.The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chiddenWhen this old cap was new Old Song. Nothing in England exercises a more delightful spell over my imagination than the lingerings of the holiday customs and rural games of former times. They recall the pictures my fancy used to draw in the May morning of life, when as yet I only knew the world through books, and believed it to be all that poets had painted it; and they bring with them the flavor of those honest days of yore, in which, perhaps with equal fallacy, I am apt to think the world was more homebred, social, and joyous than at present. I regret to say that they are daily growing more and more faint, being gradually worn away by time, but still more obliterated by modern fashion.
Language: English. Brand new Book. Excerpt from Old Christmas But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of his good, gray old head and beard left? Well, I will have that, seeing I cannot have more of him. Hue and Cry after Christmas. A man might then beholdAt Christmas, in each hallGood fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small.The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chiddenWhen this old cap was new Old Song. Nothing in England exercises a more delightful spell over my imagination than the lingerings of the holiday customs and rural games of former times. They recall the pictures my fancy used to draw in the May morning of life, when as yet I only knew the world through books, and believed it to be all that poets had painted it; and they bring with them the flavor of those honest days of yore, in which, perhaps with equal fallacy, I am apt to think the world was more homebred, social, and joyous than at present. I regret to say that they are daily growing more and more faint, being gradually worn away by time, but still more obliterated by modern fashion.
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Old Christmas: Large Print (Paperback) (2020)
~EN PB NWISBN: 9781650413570 bzw. 1650413572, vermutlich in Englisch, Independently Published, United States, Taschenbuch, neu.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, The Book Depository [54837791], London, United Kingdom.
Language: English. Brand new Book. Excerpt from Old Christmas But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of his good, gray old head and beard left? Well, I will have that, seeing I cannot have more of him. Hue and Cry after Christmas. A man might then beholdAt Christmas, in each hallGood fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small.The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chiddenWhen this old cap was new Old Song. Nothing in England exercises a more delightful spell over my imagination than the lingerings of the holiday customs and rural games of former times. They recall the pictures my fancy used to draw in the May morning of life, when as yet I only knew the world through books, and believed it to be all that poets had painted it; and they bring with them the flavor of those honest days of yore, in which, perhaps with equal fallacy, I am apt to think the world was more homebred, social, and joyous than at present. I regret to say that they are daily growing more and more faint, being gradually worn away by time, but still more obliterated by modern fashion.
Language: English. Brand new Book. Excerpt from Old Christmas But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of his good, gray old head and beard left? Well, I will have that, seeing I cannot have more of him. Hue and Cry after Christmas. A man might then beholdAt Christmas, in each hallGood fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small.The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chiddenWhen this old cap was new Old Song. Nothing in England exercises a more delightful spell over my imagination than the lingerings of the holiday customs and rural games of former times. They recall the pictures my fancy used to draw in the May morning of life, when as yet I only knew the world through books, and believed it to be all that poets had painted it; and they bring with them the flavor of those honest days of yore, in which, perhaps with equal fallacy, I am apt to think the world was more homebred, social, and joyous than at present. I regret to say that they are daily growing more and more faint, being gradually worn away by time, but still more obliterated by modern fashion.
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Old Christmas: Large Print Washington Irving Author
~EN PB NWISBN: 9781675850787 bzw. 167585078X, vermutlich in Englisch, Independently published, Taschenbuch, neu.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, Lagernd, zzgl. Versandkosten.
Excerpt from Old Christmas But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of his good, gray old head and beard left? Well, I will have that, seeing I cannot have more of him. Hue and Cry after Christmas. A man might then beholdAt Christmas, in each hallGood fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small.The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chiddenWhen this old cap was new Old Song. Nothing in England exercises a more delightful spell over my imagination than the lingerings of the holiday customs and rural games of former times. They recall the pictures my fancy used to draw in the May morning of life, when as yet I only knew the world through books, and believed it to be all that poets had painted it; and they bring with them the flavor of those honest days of yore, in which, perhaps with equal fallacy, I am apt to think the world was more homebred, social, and joyous than at present. I regret to say that they are daily growing more and more faint, being gradually worn away by time, but still more obliterated by modern fashion.
Excerpt from Old Christmas But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of his good, gray old head and beard left? Well, I will have that, seeing I cannot have more of him. Hue and Cry after Christmas. A man might then beholdAt Christmas, in each hallGood fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small.The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chiddenWhen this old cap was new Old Song. Nothing in England exercises a more delightful spell over my imagination than the lingerings of the holiday customs and rural games of former times. They recall the pictures my fancy used to draw in the May morning of life, when as yet I only knew the world through books, and believed it to be all that poets had painted it; and they bring with them the flavor of those honest days of yore, in which, perhaps with equal fallacy, I am apt to think the world was more homebred, social, and joyous than at present. I regret to say that they are daily growing more and more faint, being gradually worn away by time, but still more obliterated by modern fashion.
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Old Christmas: Large Print Washington Irving Author
~EN PB NWISBN: 9781650413570 bzw. 1650413572, vermutlich in Englisch, Independently published, Taschenbuch, neu.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, Lagernd, zzgl. Versandkosten.
Excerpt from Old Christmas But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of his good, gray old head and beard left? Well, I will have that, seeing I cannot have more of him. Hue and Cry after Christmas. A man might then beholdAt Christmas, in each hallGood fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small.The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chiddenWhen this old cap was new Old Song. Nothing in England exercises a more delightful spell over my imagination than the lingerings of the holiday customs and rural games of former times. They recall the pictures my fancy used to draw in the May morning of life, when as yet I only knew the world through books, and believed it to be all that poets had painted it; and they bring with them the flavor of those honest days of yore, in which, perhaps with equal fallacy, I am apt to think the world was more homebred, social, and joyous than at present. I regret to say that they are daily growing more and more faint, being gradually worn away by time, but still more obliterated by modern fashion.
Excerpt from Old Christmas But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of his good, gray old head and beard left? Well, I will have that, seeing I cannot have more of him. Hue and Cry after Christmas. A man might then beholdAt Christmas, in each hallGood fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small.The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chiddenWhen this old cap was new Old Song. Nothing in England exercises a more delightful spell over my imagination than the lingerings of the holiday customs and rural games of former times. They recall the pictures my fancy used to draw in the May morning of life, when as yet I only knew the world through books, and believed it to be all that poets had painted it; and they bring with them the flavor of those honest days of yore, in which, perhaps with equal fallacy, I am apt to think the world was more homebred, social, and joyous than at present. I regret to say that they are daily growing more and more faint, being gradually worn away by time, but still more obliterated by modern fashion.
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