Historic tales of olden time, concerning the early settlement and progress of Philadelphia and Pennsylvania

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E. Littell and T. Holden, 1833 - 316 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 157 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
الصفحة 301 - I see the dagger-crest of Mar, I see the Moray's silver star, Wave o'er the cloud of Saxon war, That up the lake comes winding far ! To hero bound for battle-strife, Or bard of martial lay, 'Twere worth ten years of peaceful life, One glance at their array ! XVI.
الصفحة 299 - A hundred men, with each a pen, Or more, upon my word, sir, It is most true, would be too few, Their valor to record, sir. " Such feats did they perform that day Against these wicked kegs, sir, That, years to come, if they get home, They'll make their boasts and brags, sir.
الصفحة 156 - He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot...
الصفحة 192 - If an European comes to see them, or calls for lodging at their house or wigwam, they give him the best place and first cut. If they come to visit us, they salute us with an flak ; which is as much as to say, Good be to you...
الصفحة 156 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
الصفحة 156 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
الصفحة 190 - There is, indeed, in the fate of these unfortunate beings, much to awaken our sympathy, and much to disturb the sobriety of our judgment ; much, which may be urged to excuse their own atrocities ; much in their characters, which betrays us into an involuntary admiration. What can be more melancholy than their history ? By a law of their nature, they seem destined to a slow, but sure extinction.
الصفحة 144 - And never won. Dream after dream ensues; And still they dream that they shall still succeed, And still are disappointed.
الصفحة 268 - The arm that used to take your arm Is took to Dr. Vyse ; And both my legs are gone to walk The hospital at Guy's.

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