The Seven Ages of Childhood (Illustrated Edition) E-Book

Carolyn Wells

• Herausgeber: Musaicum Books
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Seitenzahl: 15

Beschreibung

In Carolyn Wells' 'The Seven Ages of Childhood (Illustrated Edition),' readers are taken on a poetic journey through the various stages of childhood, each age encapsulating the innocence, wonder, and growth that comes with early life. The book is written in a lyrical and descriptive style, reminiscent of classic children's literature, making it a timeless piece that appeals to readers of all ages. Wells' vivid imagery and relatable themes highlight the joys and challenges of growing up, making this book a must-read for those interested in the psychology and development of children in literature. The illustrations in this edition enhance the storytelling, adding another layer of charm to an already enchanting narrative. Carolyn Wells, known for her prolific writing career in the early 20th century, was a pioneer in children's literature and a dedicated advocate for literacy. Her deep understanding of childhood and human nature shines through in 'The Seven Ages of Childhood,' making it a valuable contribution to the genre. I highly recommend this book to anyone seeking a delightful and insightful exploration of the complexities of childhood and the universal experience of growing up.

Leseprobe

Carolyn Wells

The Seven Ages of Childhood

(Illustrated Edition)

Children's Book Classic Illustrator: Jessie Wilcox Smith

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First the Infant in Its Mother's Arms

To the seven little friends who so kindly helped me in making these pictures, 

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First the Infant in Its Mother's Arms

Baby, of all mysterious things, You're stranger far than stars or kings. You stare superbly day by day, Nor let your large reserve give way. Unfathomable mysteries Lurk in your big, unseeing eyes, Making brave memories, and yet, Making them only to forget. But though reflectively you blink, Trying to make us think you think, We know you cannot think or talk, You cannot run, you cannot walk; You little human mystery, You can't do anything but be. You small, content, safe-guarded thing, Nestling beneath your mother's wing. You're all so new; your roseleaf skin, Your dewy eyes and dimpled chin, Your pinch of hair and pound of flesh Are all so delicate and fresh. Then, Baby, every little while You cry. And then perhaps you smile. You cry without a bit of reason, You laugh both in and out of season; A wise proceeding, I suppose, If that is all the speech one knows. But sometimes do the dull hours drag? And sometimes does your patience flag? Long days and nights you must get through, Without a single thing to do. And though perhaps you see and hear,