The Poetry of American Wit and HumorL. C. Page, 1899 - 367 страница |
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... waste it again on a live bird , I pray . I'm an owl ; you're another . Sir Critic , good day ! " And the barber kept on shaving . JAMES THOMAS FIELDS . Prehistoric Smith . QUATERNARY EPOCH ― POST - PLIOCENE PERIOD 31 THE OWL - CRITIC .
... waste it again on a live bird , I pray . I'm an owl ; you're another . Sir Critic , good day ! " And the barber kept on shaving . JAMES THOMAS FIELDS . Prehistoric Smith . QUATERNARY EPOCH ― POST - PLIOCENE PERIOD 31 THE OWL - CRITIC .
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... , O listless woman , weary lover ! To feel once more that fresh , wild thrill I'd give — but who can live youth over ? EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN . - Larks and Nightingales . ALONE I sit at eventide : 62 AMERICAN WIT AND HUMOR .
... , O listless woman , weary lover ! To feel once more that fresh , wild thrill I'd give — but who can live youth over ? EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN . - Larks and Nightingales . ALONE I sit at eventide : 62 AMERICAN WIT AND HUMOR .
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... at last , from mortal care or guile , To live as only in the angels ' sight , In sleep's sweet realm so cosily shut in , Where , at the worst , we only dream of sin ! So let us sleep , and give the Maker praise III EARLY RISING .
... at last , from mortal care or guile , To live as only in the angels ' sight , In sleep's sweet realm so cosily shut in , Where , at the worst , we only dream of sin ! So let us sleep , and give the Maker praise III EARLY RISING .
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... live , immortal Polack , thou , Though Russia's eagle clips thy pinions now , To flap thy wings and crow with all thy soul , When Freedom spreads her light from Pole to Pole . FREDERICK SWARTOUT Cozzens . The Piazza . HE beauteous ...
... live , immortal Polack , thou , Though Russia's eagle clips thy pinions now , To flap thy wings and crow with all thy soul , When Freedom spreads her light from Pole to Pole . FREDERICK SWARTOUT Cozzens . The Piazza . HE beauteous ...
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... live . “ I , you think , am but a vagrant , Trapping beasts by no means fragrant ; Yet I'm sure it's worth a thank — -- I've a handsome sum in bank . " Turned and vanished Hiram Hover ; And before the year was over , Huldah , with the ...
... live . “ I , you think , am but a vagrant , Trapping beasts by no means fragrant ; Yet I'm sure it's worth a thank — -- I've a handsome sum in bank . " Turned and vanished Hiram Hover ; And before the year was over , Huldah , with the ...
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Страница 329 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Страница 159 - The parson was working his Sunday's text, Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the -Moses - was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill First a shiver, and then a thrill, Then something decidedly like a spill.
Страница 235 - B. is a sensible man ; He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks ; He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can, An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes ; But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My ! ain't it terrible ? Wut shall we du ? We can't never choose him o...
Страница 155 - 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...
Страница 78 - MY AUNT. MY aunt ! my dear unmarried aunt ! Long years have o'er her flown ; Yet still she strains the aching clasp That binds her virgin zone ; I know it hurts her, — though she looks As cheerful as she can ; Her waist is ampler than her life, For life is but a span.
Страница 157 - Last of its timber— they couldn't sell 'em. Never an axe had seen their chips, And the wedges flew from between their lips, Their blunt ends frizzled like celery-tips ; Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue ; Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide ; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he "put her through.
Страница 20 - WHO stuffed that white owl?" No one spoke in the shop: The barber was busy, and he couldn't stop; The customers, waiting their turns, were all reading The Daily, the Herald, the Post, little heeding The young man who blurted out such a blunt question; Not one raised a head, or even made a suggestion; And the barber kept on shaving. "Don't you see, Mister Brown...