Popular American readings in prose and verse, ed. by R. FordRobert Ford 1893 |
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الصفحة 15
... darkness without to the glare and heat within , evidently dazzled and stupefied him . He removed his battered hat , and passed it once or twice before his eyes , as he steadied himself , but unsuc- cessfully , by the back of a chair ...
... darkness without to the glare and heat within , evidently dazzled and stupefied him . He removed his battered hat , and passed it once or twice before his eyes , as he steadied himself , but unsuc- cessfully , by the back of a chair ...
الصفحة 22
... darkness and everything is still . " But , " says I , " we're too far along to take another track , And when I put my hand to the plough I do not oft turn back ; And ' taint no uncommon thing now for couples to smash in two , " And so I ...
... darkness and everything is still . " But , " says I , " we're too far along to take another track , And when I put my hand to the plough I do not oft turn back ; And ' taint no uncommon thing now for couples to smash in two , " And so I ...
الصفحة 41
... darkness Like a wonderful palace of light , And rough men crowded the entrance- Shows didn't come every night . Not a woman's face among them ; Many a face that was bad , And some that were only vacant , And some that were very sad ...
... darkness Like a wonderful palace of light , And rough men crowded the entrance- Shows didn't come every night . Not a woman's face among them ; Many a face that was bad , And some that were only vacant , And some that were very sad ...
الصفحة 57
... dark , the wind moaned and wept like a lost child for its dead mother , and I could a - got up and there and then preached a better sermon than any I ever listened to . There was'nt a thing in the world left to live for , not a blamed ...
... dark , the wind moaned and wept like a lost child for its dead mother , and I could a - got up and there and then preached a better sermon than any I ever listened to . There was'nt a thing in the world left to live for , not a blamed ...
الصفحة 81
... dark , damp , and cold , " I've a lover in that prison , doomed this very night to die At the ringing of the curfew , and no earthly help is nigh ! Cromwell will not come till sunset , " and her lips grew strangely white As she breathed ...
... dark , damp , and cold , " I've a lover in that prison , doomed this very night to die At the ringing of the curfew , and no earthly help is nigh ! Cromwell will not come till sunset , " and her lips grew strangely white As she breathed ...
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الصفحة 121 - Now, in building of chaises, I tell you what, There is always, somewhere, a weakest spot — In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel or cross-bar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thorough-brace — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will — Above or below, or within or without — And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore — (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum...
الصفحة 122 - 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
الصفحة 92 - Smiley was monstrous proud of his frog, and well he might be, for fellers that had traveled and been everywheres, all said he laid over any frog that ever they see. Well, Smiley...
الصفحة 120 - HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then of a sudden, it ah, but stay...
الصفحة 91 - Webster was the name of the frog — and sing out, ' Flies, Dan'l, flies ! ' and quicker'n you could wink he'd spring straight up and snake a fly...
الصفحة 92 - And Smiley says, sorter indifferent-like, "It might be a parrot, or it might be a canary, maybe, but it ain't — it's only just a frog." And the feller took it, and looked at it careful, and turned it round this way and that, and says, "H'm — so 'tis. Well, what's he good for ?" "Well," Smiley says, easy and careless, "he's good enough for one thing, I should judge — he can outjump any frog in Calaveras County.
الصفحة 105 - I've studied owls And other night fowls, And I tell you What I know to be true : An owl cannot roost With his limbs so unloosed; No owl in this world Ever had his claws curled, Ever had his legs slanted, Ever had his bill canted, Ever had his neck screwed Into that attitude. He can't do it, because 'Tis against all bird-laws.
الصفحة 92 - ... and set him on the floor. Smiley he went to the swamp and slopped around in the mud for a long time, and finally he ketched a frog and fetched him in and give him to this feller...
الصفحة 110 - This is our man," the courier said ; " Our luck has led us aright. I will give you a hundred ducats, friend, For the loan of your shirt to-night." The merry blackguard lay back on the grass, And laughed till his face was black ; " I would do it, God wot," and he roared with the fun, " But I haven'ta shirt to my back.
الصفحة 48 - I'm on an awful strain, in this palaver, on account of having to cramp down and draw everything so mild. But we've got to give him up. There ain't any getting around that, I don't reckon. Now if we can get you to help plant him — " "Preach the funeral discourse? Assist at the obsequies?