A good library is a palace where the lofty spirits
of all nations and generations meet.
by Samuel Niger
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A book is a present
you can open again and again
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Books let us into their souls and
lay open to us the secrets of our own.
by William Hazlitt
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When we are collecting books,
we are collecting happiness.
by Vincent Starrett~
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All photo’s via
http://bookshelves.tumblr.com/
At last, with a grand design burning within his
heart, he begged them to do it once more with him
clinging to the tail, and now a hundred flew off
with the string, and Peter clung to the tail, meaning
to drop off when he was over the Gardens.
But the kite broke to pieces in the air, and he would
have been drowned in the Serpentine had he
not caught hold of two indignant swans and
made them carry him to the island.
After this the birds said that they would help him
no more in his mad enterprise.”
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“Tony could always outdistance her easily,
but never had she known him speed away so
quickly as now, and she was sure he hurried
that he might have more time to hide.
“Brave, brave!” her doting eyes were crying
when she got a dreadful shock; instead of hiding,
her hero had run out at the gate!
At this bitter sight Maimie stopped blankly, as if all
her lapful of darling treasures were suddenly spilled,
and then for very disdain she could not sob; in a
swell of protest against all puling cowards she ran
to St. Govnor’s Well and hid in Tony’s stead.”
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Illustration by Arthur Rackham
for Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens
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Written by J.M. Barrie
Artist unknown to me…
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Found Here
The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
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-Edgar Allan Poe, “The Sleeper”
Illustration by Edmund Dulac
from The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe
If I were a month, I would be May
If I were a day of the week, I would be Saturday
If I were a time of day, I would be sunrise
If I were the weather, I would be sunny with a soft breeze
If I were a direction, I would be north
If I were a scent, I would be Mimosa
If I were a tree, I would be a Cherry Blossom
If I were a flower, I would be a Peony
If I were an animal, I would be a bird
If I were a fine bone china, I would be a pink rose laced teacup
If I were a car, I would be a 1931 Bugatti Royale Kellner Coupe
If I was a painting, I would be the La Modiste by Jean Béraud
If I were a drink, I would be Champagne
If I were a fruit, I would be cherry
If I were a dessert, I would be Lavender Crème Brûlée
If I were a perfume, I would be Clive Christian No. 1
If I were a gemstone, I would be an Emerald
If I were a castle, I would be Mey
If I were a musical instrument, I would be a violin
If I were a sound, I would be a bell
If I were a song, I would be Sway
If I were a colour, I would be pink
If I were an emotion, I would be joy
If I were a taste, I would be sweet
If I were a museum, I would be the Louvre
If I were a country, I would be England
If I could be anyone, I would be me
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source Poem
on Photo you see me with Goatee.
A Fox once saw a Crow fly off with a piece of cheese
in its beak and settle on a branch of a tree.
"That's for me, as I am a Fox," said Master Reynard,
and he walked up to the foot of the tree.
"Good day, Mistress Crow," he cried. "How well you
are looking today: how glossy your feathers;
how bright your eye. I feel sure your voice must
surpass that of other birds, just as your figure does;
let me hear but one song from you that I may greet
you as the Queen of Birds."
The Crow lifted up her head and began to caw her
best, but the moment she opened her mouth the piece
of cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up
by Master Fox.
"That will do," said he. "That was all I wanted.
In exchange for your cheese I will give you a piece
of advice for the future: "Do not trust flatterers."
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Source
Tim Raglin was born and raised in Independence, Kansas,
where he lives today.
Starting at age eight, he received private art
instruction and quickly developed a fascination
for illustrative art that continues to this day.
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Laura Coombs Hills was born on
September 7, 1859, in the seacoast city
of Newburyport, Massachusetts.
She died in 1952
~ Link here to read more~
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The Real Alice In Wonderland - 25 Pictures
Before Alice ever set foot in Wonderland,
there was Alice Liddell, the 10-year-old friend
of an eccentric, stuttering lecturer in mathematics
who would later find fame as a writer, under
the name Lewis Carroll.
(Pictured: 6-year-old Alice Liddell in costume 1858.)
Photo: Lewis Carroll/Getty Images
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Following the White Rabbit.
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EVER seek to tell thy love, 
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Page from Les Malheurs de Sophie
[Sophie’s Misfortunes] by Comtesse de Ségur,
Illustrated by Marie Madeleine Franc-Nohain, 1931
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Illustrations by Beatrice Braun-Fock from
Das Männlein Mittentzwei by Paul Alverdes, 1937
http://illuopa.blogspot.com/
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Molly Brett (1912-1990).Born in Surrey,
Molly Brett’s mother was noted animal painter,
Mary Gould Brett.
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She studied art at the Press Art School under
P V Bradshaw and latter attended classes at
the Guildford Art School under Victor Bernand.
Molly Brett started her career illustrating first
children’s’ weekly papers and annuals, including
various illustrations of books by Enid Blyton.
She worked with The Medici Society, and her
work has been produced as greetings cards,
postcards, and children’s’ book illustrations.
She also wrote several children’s books and
featured in many radio and television programmes.
She was a member of the Guildford
Art Society from 1947.
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http://thepixiepit.co.uk/mollybrett1.htm
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