Selections of American Humour in Prose and VerseJohn Hamer Cassell, 1883 - 318 עמודים |
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עמוד 16
... Give her the house and homestead - a man can thrive and roam ; But women are skeery critters , unless they have a home ; And I have always determined , and never failed to say , That Betsey should never want a home if I was taken away ...
... Give her the house and homestead - a man can thrive and roam ; But women are skeery critters , unless they have a home ; And I have always determined , and never failed to say , That Betsey should never want a home if I was taken away ...
עמוד 17
... give her half of that . Yes , I see you smile , Sir , at my givin ' her so much ; Yes , divorce is cheap , Sir , but I take no stock in such ; True and fair I married her , when she was blithe and young ; And Betsey was al'ays good to ...
... give her half of that . Yes , I see you smile , Sir , at my givin ' her so much ; Yes , divorce is cheap , Sir , but I take no stock in such ; True and fair I married her , when she was blithe and young ; And Betsey was al'ays good to ...
עמוד 18
John Hamer. HOW BETSEY AND I MADE UP , GIVE us your hand , Mr. Lawyer : how do you do to - day ? You drew up that paper - I s'pose you want your pay . Don't cut down your figures ; make it an X or a V ; For that ' ere written agreement ...
John Hamer. HOW BETSEY AND I MADE UP , GIVE us your hand , Mr. Lawyer : how do you do to - day ? You drew up that paper - I s'pose you want your pay . Don't cut down your figures ; make it an X or a V ; For that ' ere written agreement ...
עמוד 19
... give it to her without a word , for she knowed what ' twas about ; And then I hummed a little tune , but now and then a note Was bu'sted by some animal that hopped up in my throat . Then Betsey she got her specs from off the mantel ...
... give it to her without a word , for she knowed what ' twas about ; And then I hummed a little tune , but now and then a note Was bu'sted by some animal that hopped up in my throat . Then Betsey she got her specs from off the mantel ...
עמוד 20
... give up considerable more than half . Maybe you'll think me soft , Sir , a - talkin ' in this style , But somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while ; And I do it for a compliment - ' tis so that you can see That that ...
... give up considerable more than half . Maybe you'll think me soft , Sir , a - talkin ' in this style , But somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while ; And I do it for a compliment - ' tis so that you can see That that ...
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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.