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Excerpt from Camp Fire SparksFor several years, often without the least provocation, I have been in the habit of reciting my army poems and singing my army songs whenever I could corral a squad of my old comrades yet possessing vitality enough to survive the affliction. So far I have escaped with my life, and with but few bruises, for which I am truly grateful to the kind providence which has stood by me.Often after reciting some of the crude ...

Excerpt from I Walked in ArdenI have nothing but pleasant memories of this childhood in London. We were not a fashionable family, we knew noth ing of the wealthy anglo-american set in London, but we had a comfortable house out Hampstead way, and, as the saying is, did ourselves rather well. We also had a little villa in the country, near a golf-course, in Hertfordshire. The coun try place we rented for the summers.About the PublisherForgotten ...

Excerpt from Lariattes: A Book of Poems and Favorite RecitationsFor several years, often without the least provocation, I have been in the habit of reciting my poems and singing my songs whenever I could corral a squad of friends and my old comrades yet possessing vitality enough to survive the af¿iction. So far I have escaped with my life, and with but few bruises, for which I am truly grateful to the kind providence which has stood by me.Abo...

Excerpt from The Poet Scout: Being a Selection of Incidental and Illustrative Verses and SongsThat iday was perhaps the greatest epoch in my life. Kneeling by her bed-side, with one hand clasped in mine, the other resting upon my head, she whispered My boy, you know your mother loves you. Will you give me a promise, that I may take it up to heaven Yes, yes, mother, I will promise you anything. Johnny, my son, I am dying, said she.About the Pub...

Excerpt from Whar' the Hand O' God Is Seen, and Other PoemsWhile in the West, his songs were all of the West. He saw poetry in everything from the awe-inspiring grandeur of the mountains to the sneaking coyotes which sang us to sleep at night from their perch on a distant sandhill, but since he drifted Eastward and came into touch with civilizationhe has tuned his poetic lyre in a different key and writes of more commonplace things.His first b...

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Trieste Publishing has a massive catalogue of classic book titles. Our aim is to provide readers with the highest quality reproductions of fiction and non-fiction literature that has stood the test of time. The many thousands of books in our collection have been sourced from libraries and private collections around the world.The titles that Trieste Publishing has chosen to be part of the collection have been scanned to simulate the original. O...

Trieste Publishing has a massive catalogue of classic book titles. Our aim is to provide readers with the highest quality reproductions of fiction and non-fiction literature that has stood the test of time. The many thousands of books in our collection have been sourced from libraries and private collections around the world.The titles that Trieste Publishing has chosen to be part of the collection have been scanned to simulate the original. O...

Camp Fire Sparks is an unchanged, high-quality reprint of the original edition of 1893. Hansebooks is editor of the literature on different topic areas such as research and science, travel and expeditions, cooking and nutrition, medicine, and other genres. As a publisher we focus on the preservation of historical literature. Many works of historical writers and scientists are available today as antiques only. Hansebooks newly publishes these b...

Life hasn't been easy for teenager Zach Ford. He just lost his entire family to a freak car accident, and he's barely keeping himself together. Each day is more grueling than the last, but for Zach, it goes much deeper than the pressure of exams and the threats of bullies and teachers at school. Zach has a secret power that many seek and a few would kill for. He is possessed by a demon, but the demon has a purpose: revenge on the people respon...

Excerpt from The Broncho Book: Being Buck-Jumps in Verse I've culled it all along life's way, I've sprinkled it with nature's spray, And should it win some wayward stray. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the wo...

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 cont...

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Excerpt from I Walked in Arden I Hardly know where to begin, because, as I grow older, I find it more and more difficult to know what really is beginning of anything. Causes are all mixed up. and things that seem afterwards to have a bearing were not at the time important enough to be noted. And it is probably ten to one that some factors have been completely forgotten. I, suppose nobody can tell all of what happened or tell any of it with ab...

Excerpt from Camp Fire Sparks For several years, often without the least provocation, I have been in the habit of reciting my army poems and singing my army songs whenever I could corral a squad of my old comrades yet possessing vitality enough to survive the affliction. So far I have escaped with my life, and with but few bruises, for which I am truly grateful to the kind providence which has stood by me. Often after reciting some of the cr...

Excerpt from The Poet Scout: Being a Selection of Incidental and Illustrative Verses and Songs That iday was perhaps the greatest epoch in my life. Kneeling by her bed-side, with one hand clasped in mine, the other resting upon my head, she whispered My boy, you know your mother loves you. Will you give me a promise, that I may take it up to heaven Yes, yes, mother, I will promise you anything. Johnny, my son, I am dying, said she. About the...