7179684To Have and to Holdhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/to-have-and-to-hold-9781219412107/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6720640/image.jpg?v=6387007357641000001212MXNPrabhat PrakashanInStock/Ebooks/<p>THE work of the day being over, I sat down upon my doorstep, pipe in hand, to rest awhile in the cool of the evening. Death is not more still than is this Virginian land in the hour when the sun has sunk away, and it is black beneath the trees, and the stars brighten slowly and softly, one by one. The birds that sing all day have hushed, and the horned owls, the monster frogs, and that strange and ominous fowl (if fowl it be, and not, as some assert, a spirit damned) which we English call the whippoorwill, are yet silent. Later the wolf will howl and the panther scream, but now there is no sound. The winds are laid, and the restless leaves droop and are quiet. The low lap of the water among the reeds is like the breathing of one who sleeps in his watch beside the dead.</p>...6834873To Have and to Hold1212https://www.gandhi.com.mx/to-have-and-to-hold-9781219412107/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6720640/image.jpg?v=638700735764100000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20099781219412107_W3siaWQiOiI5NmE1MWJhNS04MWViLTQ3MTEtYjEwZi1iZmUwNzMxMDUzMTIiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjEyLCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjoxMiwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6Ildob2xlc2FsZSIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjQtMTItMTdUMTU6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d9781219412107_<p>THE work of the day being over, I sat down upon my doorstep, pipe in hand, to rest awhile in the cool of the evening. Death is not more still than is this Virginian land in the hour when the sun has sunk away, and it is black beneath the trees, and the stars brighten slowly and softly, one by one. The birds that sing all day have hushed, and the horned owls, the monster frogs, and that strange and ominous fowl (if fowl it be, and not, as some assert, a spirit damned) which we English call the whippoorwill, are yet silent. Later the wolf will howl and the panther scream, but now there is no sound. The winds are laid, and the restless leaves droop and are quiet. The low lap of the water among the reeds is like the breathing of one who sleeps in his watch beside the dead.</p>...9781219412107_Prabhat Prakashanlibro_electonico_9781219412107_9781219412107Mary JohnstonInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/prabhatbooks-epub-cc79fc51-0e72-476a-a74b-2e8fff42a103.epub2009-12-15T00:00:00+00:00Prabhat Prakashan