Selections of American Humour in Prose and VerseJohn Hamer Cassell, 1883 - 318 עמודים |
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עמוד 37
... asked us if New Grenada wasn't a Republic ? We said it " I thought so , " he said . " Of course I mean no disrespect to the United States of America in the remark , but I think I prefer a bloated monarchy ! " He smiled sadly - then ...
... asked us if New Grenada wasn't a Republic ? We said it " I thought so , " he said . " Of course I mean no disrespect to the United States of America in the remark , but I think I prefer a bloated monarchy ! " He smiled sadly - then ...
עמוד 45
... asked the company present to join him in a North - American drink . One individual was rash enough to refuse . With a look of sorrow rather than of anger the desperado revealed his revolver , and said " Good God ! Must I kill a man ...
... asked the company present to join him in a North - American drink . One individual was rash enough to refuse . With a look of sorrow rather than of anger the desperado revealed his revolver , and said " Good God ! Must I kill a man ...
עמוד 49
... blazed all along the road to Placerville . The citizens met the coach in the out - skirts of Mud Springs , and Mr. Monk reined in his foam - covered steeds . D " Is Mr. Greeley on board ? " asked the To CALIFORNIA AND BACK . 49.
... blazed all along the road to Placerville . The citizens met the coach in the out - skirts of Mud Springs , and Mr. Monk reined in his foam - covered steeds . D " Is Mr. Greeley on board ? " asked the To CALIFORNIA AND BACK . 49.
עמוד 50
John Hamer. " Is Mr. Greeley on board ? " asked the chairman of the com- mittee . " He was , a few miles back ! " said Mr. Monk ; " yes , " he added , after looking down through the hole which the fearful jolting had made in the coach ...
John Hamer. " Is Mr. Greeley on board ? " asked the chairman of the com- mittee . " He was , a few miles back ! " said Mr. Monk ; " yes , " he added , after looking down through the hole which the fearful jolting had made in the coach ...
עמוד 114
... asked he . " Judith Gardenier . " “ And your father's name ? ” 66 Ah , poor man , his name was Rip Van Winkle ; it's twenty years since he went away from home with his gun , and never has been heard of since ; his dog came home without ...
... asked he . " Judith Gardenier . " “ And your father's name ? ” 66 Ah , poor man , his name was Rip Van Winkle ; it's twenty years since he went away from home with his gun , and never has been heard of since ; his dog came home without ...
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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.