Selections of American Humour in Prose and VerseJohn Hamer Cassell, 1883 - 318 עמודים |
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עמוד 184
... Toddie at home . I've no doubt they'll be perfectly safe , for my girl is a jewel , and devoted to the children , but I would feel a great deal easier if there was a man in the house . Besides , there's the silver , and burglars are ...
... Toddie at home . I've no doubt they'll be perfectly safe , for my girl is a jewel , and devoted to the children , but I would feel a great deal easier if there was a man in the house . Besides , there's the silver , and burglars are ...
עמוד 185
... Toddie had seen but three summers , and was a happy little know - nothing with a head full of tangled yellow hair , and a very pretty fancy for finding out sunbeams and dancing in them . I had long envied Tom his horses , his garden ...
... Toddie had seen but three summers , and was a happy little know - nothing with a head full of tangled yellow hair , and a very pretty fancy for finding out sunbeams and dancing in them . I had long envied Tom his horses , his garden ...
עמוד 186
... Toddie ! " They're my nephews , " I gasped . " What ! " exclaimed the driver . " By gracious ! I forgot you were going to Colonel Lawrence's ! I didn't tell anything but the truth about ' em , though ; they're smart enough , an ' good ...
... Toddie ! " They're my nephews , " I gasped . " What ! " exclaimed the driver . " By gracious ! I forgot you were going to Colonel Lawrence's ! I didn't tell anything but the truth about ' em , though ; they're smart enough , an ' good ...
עמוד 187
... Toddie , with the air of one in a reverie ; both the echo and the reverie I soon learned were characteristics of Toddie . As they clambered into the carriage I noticed that each one carried a very dirty towel , knotted in the centre ...
... Toddie , with the air of one in a reverie ; both the echo and the reverie I soon learned were characteristics of Toddie . As they clambered into the carriage I noticed that each one carried a very dirty towel , knotted in the centre ...
עמוד 188
... Toddie once more . " I tell you I can't , Toddie , " said I , with considerable asperity . " Dust spoils watches . " The innocent gray eyes looked up wonderingly , the dirty but pretty lips parted slightly , and Toddie murmured ...
... Toddie once more . " I tell you I can't , Toddie , " said I , with considerable asperity . " Dust spoils watches . " The innocent gray eyes looked up wonderingly , the dirty but pretty lips parted slightly , and Toddie murmured ...
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Selections of American Humour in Prose and Verse (Classic Reprint) <span dir=ltr>John Hamer</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2015 |
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עמוד 93 - Hahnsum kerridge" they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came; Running as usual; much, the same. Thirty and forty at last arrive, And then come fifty, and fifty-five. Little of all we value here Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Without both feeling and looking queer. In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth, So far as I know, but a tree and truth.
עמוד 107 - On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene; evening was gradually advancing; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of...
עמוד 114 - ... selfimportant man in the cocked hat, who, when the alarm was over, had returned to the field, screwed down the corners of his mouth, and shook his head — upon which there was a general shaking of the head throughout the assemblage.
עמוד 110 - He grieved to give up his dog and gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife ; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and with a heart full of trouble and anxiety turned his steps homeward. As he approached the village he met a number of people...
עמוד 25 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
עמוד 111 - It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay — the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog, that looked like "Wolf, was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed. —
עמוד 107 - For a long while he used to console himself, when driven from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers, and other idle personages of the village; which held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of His Majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing.
עמוד 158 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back from Concord busted.
עמוד 93 - naow she'll dew!" Do! I tell you, I rather guess She was a wonder, and nothing less! Colts grew horses, beards turned gray, Deacon and deaconess dropped away, Children and grandchildren — where were they? But there stood the stout old one-hoss shay As fresh as on Lisbon-earthquake-day! EIGHTEEN HUNDRED; — it came and found The Deacon's masterpiece strong and sound. Eighteen hundred increased by ten; — "Hahnsum kerridge
עמוד 110 - His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons and made signs to him to wait upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling. They quaffed the liquor in profound silence and then returned to their game.