Gleanings from popular authors, grave and gay, Volume 11882 |
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... Bat , sir , when you Hear the next foc Asking of Flynn . Flynn of Virginia . Just you clap in . Say you knew Flynn : you ve bext But Bret Harte can cast aside the stylus which marks. 6 GLEANINGS FROM POPULAR AUTHORS .
... Bat , sir , when you Hear the next foc Asking of Flynn . Flynn of Virginia . Just you clap in . Say you knew Flynn : you ve bext But Bret Harte can cast aside the stylus which marks. 6 GLEANINGS FROM POPULAR AUTHORS .
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... asked me in a confidential whisper if it wouldn't be better for him to see the conductor about it . Another man inquired if the governor was the man referred to . I said , " No ; the remarks were of a poetical nature ; they were quoted ...
... asked me in a confidential whisper if it wouldn't be better for him to see the conductor about it . Another man inquired if the governor was the man referred to . I said , " No ; the remarks were of a poetical nature ; they were quoted ...
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... asked the man who sat next to me , and who seemed deeply interested in the story- " What was that little joke of Krumbauer's ? It must have been first - rate . " " So it was , " he said . " It was about a Dutch- min up in Berks county ...
... asked the man who sat next to me , and who seemed deeply interested in the story- " What was that little joke of Krumbauer's ? It must have been first - rate . " " So it was , " he said . " It was about a Dutch- min up in Berks county ...
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... asked me in a confidential whisper if it wouldn't be better for him to see the conductor about it . Another man inquired if the governor was the man referred to . I said , " No ; the remarks were of a poetical nature ; they were quoted ...
... asked me in a confidential whisper if it wouldn't be better for him to see the conductor about it . Another man inquired if the governor was the man referred to . I said , " No ; the remarks were of a poetical nature ; they were quoted ...
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... asked . " Oh , nothing , nothing ; only a little yarn I happen to remember about a farmer who married a woman who said she could cut four cords of wood , when she couldn't . " My worst fears were realised . I turned to the man next to ...
... asked . " Oh , nothing , nothing ; only a little yarn I happen to remember about a farmer who married a woman who said she could cut four cords of wood , when she couldn't . " My worst fears were realised . I turned to the man next to ...
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Popular passages
Page 65 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 65 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Page 105 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call : Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
Page 105 - The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Page vi - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
Page 89 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 89 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they screa,m out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 107 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust.
Page 22 - ... Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!" — at the same time Wolf bristled up his back and giving a low growl, skulked to his master's side, looking fearfully down into the glen. Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him; he looked anxiously in the same direction and perceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks and bending under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place, but supposing it to be some...
Page 22 - As they ascended, Rip every now and then heard long rolling peals, like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft, between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted.