ISBN: 9781236689795

Puffin. Paperback. New. Paperback. 368 pages. Dimensions: 7.0in. x 5.0in. x 1.3in.The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett is a magical novel for adults and children alike Ive stole… mais…

Puffin. Paperback. New. Paperback. 368 pages. Dimensions: 7.0in. x 5.0in. x 1.3in.The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett is a magical novel for adults and children alike Ive stolen a garden, she said very fast. It isnt mine. It isnt anybodys. Nobody wants it, nobody cares for it, nobody ever goes into it. Perhaps everything is dead in it already; I dont know. After losing her parents, young Mary Lennox is sent from India to live in her uncles gloomy mansion on the wild English moors. She is lonely and has no one to play with, but one day she learns of a secret garden somewhere in the grounds that no one is allowed to enter. Then Mary uncovers an old key in a flowerbed - and a gust of magic leads her to the hidden door. Slowly she turns the key and enters a world she could never have imagined. With a heartwarming introduction by Sophie Dahl. A behind-the-scenes jounrey, including an author profile, a guide to whos who, activities and more . . . a much-loved classic. Frances Hodgson Burnett (1849-1924) was born in Manchester. She had a very poor upbringing and used to escape from the horror of her surroundings by writing stories. In 1865 her family emigrated to the USA where she married and became the successful author of many childrens books including Little Lord Fauntleroy and A Little Princess. This item ships from multiple locations. Your book may arrive from Roseburg,OR, La Vergne,TN., Puffin, RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 40 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.Excerpt: . . . jig, you amble, and you lisp, 32 and nickname Heavens creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. 33 Go to, Ill no more oft; it hath made me mad. Hamlet crosses to R. H. I say, we will have no more marriages: those that are married already, all but one, 34 shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. Exit Hamlet , R. H. 35 Oph. ( L. ) O, what a noble mind is here oerthrown! The expectancy and rose of the fair state, 36 55 The glass of fashion37 and the mould of form, 38 The observd of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suckd the honey of his musick vows, 39 Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh: O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! Exit Ophelia , L. H. Re-enter King and Polonius . King. Love! his affections do not that way tend; Nor what he spake, though it lackd form a little, Was not like madness. Theres something in his soul, Oer which his melancholy sits on brood; He shall with speed to England, For the demand of our neglected tribute: Haply, the seas, and countries different, With variable objects, shall expel This something-settled matter in his heart; Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus From fashion of himself. What think you ont Pol. It shall do well: But yet I do believe The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love. My lord, do as you please; But, if you hold it fit, after the play, Let his queen mother all alone entreat him To show his grief: let her be round with him;40 And Ill be placed, so please you, in the ear Of all their conference. If she find him not, 41 To England send him; or confine him where Your wisdom best shall think. King. It shall be so: Madness in great ones must not unwatchd go. Exeunt, L. H. 56 Enter Hamlet and a Player (R. H. ) Ham. ( C. ) Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub, RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 30 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.Excerpt: . . . it not vnkindly pray That I haue beene thus pleasant with you both Hort. You may go walk, and giue me leaue a while, My Lessons make no musicke in three parts Luc. Are you so formall sir, well I must waite And watch withall, for but I be deceiud, Our fine Musitian groweth amorous Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, To learne the order of my fingering, I must begin with rudiments of Art, To teach you gamoth in a briefer sort, More pleasant, pithy, and effectuall, Then hath beene taught by any of my trade, And there it is in writing fairely drawne Bian. Why, I am past my gamouth long agoe Hor. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio Bian. Gamouth I am, the ground of all accord: Are, to plead Hortensios passion: Beeme, Bianca take him for thy Lord Cfavt, that loues with all affection: D sol re, one Cliffe, two notes haue I, Ela mi, show pitty or I die, Call you this gamouth tut I like it not, Old fashions please me best, I am not so nice To charge true rules for old inuentions. Enter a Messenger. Nicke. Mistresse, your father prayes you leaue your books, And helpe to dresse your sisters chamber vp, You know to morrow is the wedding day Bian. Farewell sweet masters both, I must be gone Luc. Faith Mistresse then I haue no cause to stay Hor. But I haue cause to pry into this pedant, Methinkes he lookes as though he were in loue: Yet if thy thoughts Bianca be so humble To cast thy wandring eyes on euery stale: Seize thee that List, if once I finde thee ranging, Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. Enter. Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katherine, Bianca, and others, attendants. Bap. Signior Lucentio, this is the pointed day That Katherine and Petruchio should be married, And yet we heare not of our sonne in Law: What will be said, what mockery will it be To want the Bride-groome when the Priest attends To speake the ceremoniall rites of marriage What saies Lucentio to this shame of ours Kate. No. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub, RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 36 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.Excerpt: . . . Oh, beware my Lord, of iealousie, It is the greene-eyd Monster, which doth mocke The meate it feeds on. That Cuckold liues in blisse, Who certaine of his Fate, loues not his wronger: But oh, what damned minutes tels he ore, Who dotes, yet doubts: Suspects, yet soundly loues Oth. O miserie Iago. Poore, and Content, is rich, and rich enough, But Riches finelesse, is as poore as Winter, To him that euer feares he shall be poore: Good Heauen, the Soules of all my Tribe defend From Iealousie Oth. Why why is this Thinkst thou, Ild make a Life of Iealousie; To follow still the changes of the Moone With fresh suspitions No: to be once in doubt, Is to be resolud: Exchange me for a Goat, When I shall turne the businesse of my Soule To such exufflicate, and blowd Surmises, Matching thy inference. Tis not to make me Iealious, To say my wife is faire, feeds well, loues company, Is free of Speech, Sings, Playes, and Dances: Where Vertue is, these are more vertuous. Nor from mine owne weake merites, will I draw The smallest feare, or doubt of her reuolt, For she had eyes, and chose me. No Iago, Ile see before I doubt; when I doubt, proue; And on the proofe, there is no more but this, Away at once with Loue, or Iealousie Ia. I am glad of this: For now I shall haue reason To shew the Loue and Duty that I beare you With franker spirit. Therefore (as I am bound) Receiue it from me. I speake not yet of proofe: Looke to your wife, obserue her well with Cassio, Weare your eyes, thus: not Iealious, nor Secure: I would not haue your free, and Noble Nature, Out of selfe-Bounty, be abusd: Looke toot: I know our Country disposition well: In Venice, they do let Heauen see the prankes They dare not shew their Husbands. Their best Conscience, Is not to leauet vndone, but kept vnknowne Oth. Dost thou say so Iago. She did deceiue her Father, marrying you, And when she seemd to shake, and feare your lookes, She loud them most Oth. And. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<