The Wit and Humor of America, Том 1Marshall Pinckney Wilder Funk & Wagnalls Company, 1911 - 2042 страница |
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... hour of the day to find Melons suspended on a line , or to see his venerable head appearing above the roofs of the ... hours did that wretched man prosecute his unhallowed calling , unrecompensed , and going round and round the court ...
... hour of the day to find Melons suspended on a line , or to see his venerable head appearing above the roofs of the ... hours did that wretched man prosecute his unhallowed calling , unrecompensed , and going round and round the court ...
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... hours each day to this work of filling in . It was necessary that I should adopt a methodical system , so I retired from the world and locked myself in my room at a certain hour each day , after coming from my office . I then carefully ...
... hours each day to this work of filling in . It was necessary that I should adopt a methodical system , so I retired from the world and locked myself in my room at a certain hour each day , after coming from my office . I then carefully ...
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... hour it will be worn out ! First of November , ' Fifty - five ! This morning the parson takes a drive . Now , small boys , get out of the way ! Here comes the wonderful one - hoss shay , Drawn by a rat - tailed , ewe - necked bay ...
... hour it will be worn out ! First of November , ' Fifty - five ! This morning the parson takes a drive . Now , small boys , get out of the way ! Here comes the wonderful one - hoss shay , Drawn by a rat - tailed , ewe - necked bay ...
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... hours , And young imaginings are as the thorns bereft of flowers ; A wretched outcast from mankind , my strength of heart has sank Beneath the evils of ten thousand dollars in the bank . This life to me a desert is , and kindness , as ...
... hours , And young imaginings are as the thorns bereft of flowers ; A wretched outcast from mankind , my strength of heart has sank Beneath the evils of ten thousand dollars in the bank . This life to me a desert is , and kindness , as ...
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... hours ; Dragging to light her blinking , slothful moods ; Publishing fretful seasons when her powers Worked wild and sullen in her solitudes , Or when her mordant laughter shook the woods . Here , round about me , were her vagrant ...
... hours ; Dragging to light her blinking , slothful moods ; Publishing fretful seasons when her powers Worked wild and sullen in her solitudes , Or when her mordant laughter shook the woods . Here , round about me , were her vagrant ...
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