 He couldn't ha' told ye nuther. Says he, " I'd better call agin:" Says she, " Think likely, Mister: " Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An' . . . Wai, he up an' kist her. When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun'...  The Writings of James Russell Lowell ...: Poems - Страница 11написао/ла James Russell Lowell - 1892Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | James Russell Lowell - 1858 - 328 страница
...on tother, An' on which one he felt the wust He couldn't ha' told ye, nuther. Sez he, " I'd better call agin; " Sez she, " think likely, Mister; " The...upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kind o"1 smily round the lips An' teary round the lashes. Her blood riz quick, though, like the tide Down... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1863 - 330 страница
...on tother, An' on which one he felt the wust He couldn't ha' told ye, nuther. Sez he, " I'd better call agin; " Sez she, " think likely, Mister;" The last word pricked him like a pin, An'—wal, he up and kist her. When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kind o 1... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1866 - 322 страница
...on tother, An' on which one he felt the wust He couldn't ha' told ye, nuther. Sez he, " I'd better call agin; " Sez she, " think likely, Mister; » The last word pricked him like a pin, An'—wal, he up and kist her. When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kind o'... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1867 - 358 страница
...Says she, " Think likely, Mister" ; Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An' .... Wal, he up an' kist her. When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs... | |
 | John Swett - 1868 - 246 страница
...agin;" Says she, "Think likely, Mister;" Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An'—wal, he up an' kist her. When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, An' kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 страница
...she, "Think likely, Mister" ; Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An' . . . Wai, he up an' ¿ist r Stood pretty dimpled b >y>, like smiling Cupids, With divers-c kin' o' smily ronn' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs... | |
 | Henry Llewellyn Williams - 1872 - 218 страница
...;" Says she, "Think likely, Mister;" Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An' .... Wai, he up an' kist her! When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, ' • Huldy sot pale ez ashes — All kin' o' smily roun' the lips, An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind, Whose naturs... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1873 - 484 страница
...on tother, An' on which one he felt the wust He could n't ha' told ye, nuther. Sez he, " I 'd better call agin " ; Sez she, " Think likely, Mister" : The...kist her. When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot i-ale ez ashes, All kind o' smily round the lips An' te. und the lashes. Her blood riz quick, though,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 страница
...Says she, "Think likely, Mister" ; Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An' . . . Wai, he up an' reath ; And rounder, rounder, rounder, roared the iron six-pounder, H kin' o' srnily roun' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 страница
..." Says she, "Think likely, Mister;" That last word pricked him like a pin, An' . . . Wai, he up an' kist her. When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, |U1 kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose... | |
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