Popular American readings in prose and verse, ed. by R. FordRobert Ford 1893 |
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... lips together , " what might be your name ? " " Thompson ! " 9 The old man's hand slid from the throat to the arm of his prisoner , without relaxing its firmness . " Charles Thompson , come with me , " he said , presently , and marched ...
... lips together , " what might be your name ? " " Thompson ! " 9 The old man's hand slid from the throat to the arm of his prisoner , without relaxing its firmness . " Charles Thompson , come with me , " he said , presently , and marched ...
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... lips of Charles Thompson : " Your son . " When the day broke over the bleak sand - hills , the guests had departed from Mr. Thompson's banquet - halls . The light still burned dimly and coldly in the deserted rooms - deserted by all but ...
... lips of Charles Thompson : " Your son . " When the day broke over the bleak sand - hills , the guests had departed from Mr. Thompson's banquet - halls . The light still burned dimly and coldly in the deserted rooms - deserted by all but ...
الصفحة 26
... lips , and seemed more at home . " Been prospecting , eh ? Out in the mountains and caught in the storm ? Lively night this . " " Pretty bad , " said the man . " Must feel pretty dry ? " The man looked at his streaming clothes and ...
... lips , and seemed more at home . " Been prospecting , eh ? Out in the mountains and caught in the storm ? Lively night this . " " Pretty bad , " said the man . " Must feel pretty dry ? " The man looked at his streaming clothes and ...
الصفحة 27
... lips . Conversation appeared to have been struck with a sort of paralysis , and cards were no longer shuffled . The old man brushed back his long white locks , looked up to the ceiling , half closed his eyes , and in a mystic sort of ...
... lips . Conversation appeared to have been struck with a sort of paralysis , and cards were no longer shuffled . The old man brushed back his long white locks , looked up to the ceiling , half closed his eyes , and in a mystic sort of ...
الصفحة 31
... - Draw nearer every day . Of all the Fifth , not four - score men Could in their places stand , And their white lips told a fearful tale , As we grasped each bloodless hand . " The rest in the stupor of famine lay , THE DANDY FIFTH . 31.
... - Draw nearer every day . Of all the Fifth , not four - score men Could in their places stand , And their white lips told a fearful tale , As we grasped each bloodless hand . " The rest in the stupor of famine lay , THE DANDY FIFTH . 31.
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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?