Selections of American Humour in Prose and VerseJohn Hamer Cassell, 1883 - 318 עמודים |
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עמוד 10
... beautiful , O , magnificent bust Christopher Colombo - splendid , grand , magnificent ! " He brought us before the beautiful bust - for it was beautiful -and sprang back and struck an attitude . " Ah , look , genteelmen -beautiful ...
... beautiful , O , magnificent bust Christopher Colombo - splendid , grand , magnificent ! " He brought us before the beautiful bust - for it was beautiful -and sprang back and struck an attitude . " Ah , look , genteelmen -beautiful ...
עמוד 27
... beautiful maidens , and bills from a grocer or two , And his best leader hitched to a letter , which inquired if he wrote it , or who ? There were raptures of praises from writers of the weakly melli- fluous school , And one of his ...
... beautiful maidens , and bills from a grocer or two , And his best leader hitched to a letter , which inquired if he wrote it , or who ? There were raptures of praises from writers of the weakly melli- fluous school , And one of his ...
עמוד 38
... beautiful . But it will not do to trust it much , because it breeds fevers and other unpleasant disorders , at all seasons of the year . Like a girl we most all have known , the Isthmus is fair but false . There are mud huts all along ...
... beautiful . But it will not do to trust it much , because it breeds fevers and other unpleasant disorders , at all seasons of the year . Like a girl we most all have known , the Isthmus is fair but false . There are mud huts all along ...
עמוד 40
... beautiful cravat you wear ! " " It is yours ! " he exclaimed , quickly unbuckling it ; and I could not induce him to take it back again . I am glad I did not tell his sister , who was with him and with whom I was lucky enough to get ...
... beautiful cravat you wear ! " " It is yours ! " he exclaimed , quickly unbuckling it ; and I could not induce him to take it back again . I am glad I did not tell his sister , who was with him and with whom I was lucky enough to get ...
עמוד 41
... beautiful town , that has ceased to think of becom- ing a very large place , and has quietly settled down into a state of serene prosperity . I have my boots repaired here by an artist who informs me that he studied in the penitentiary ...
... beautiful town , that has ceased to think of becom- ing a very large place , and has quietly settled down into a state of serene prosperity . I have my boots repaired here by an artist who informs me that he studied in the penitentiary ...
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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.