Yankee Notions, Or, Whittlings of Jonathan's Jack-knife, Volumen 1T.W. Strong, 1852 |
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... beautiful hair . " I'm a victim to an artifical state of society , " as the monkey said when they put trowsers on him . " I'm boarding out , " as the loafer said when he curled up for the night on a pile of lumber . " Please give the ...
... beautiful hair . " I'm a victim to an artifical state of society , " as the monkey said when they put trowsers on him . " I'm boarding out , " as the loafer said when he curled up for the night on a pile of lumber . " Please give the ...
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... beautiful is that law of playfulness which governs the youth of all created animals ! How glorious that short - lived era of the blood when school - boys , and puppies , and kittens , caper and dance by a sort of instinct or necessity ...
... beautiful is that law of playfulness which governs the youth of all created animals ! How glorious that short - lived era of the blood when school - boys , and puppies , and kittens , caper and dance by a sort of instinct or necessity ...
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... beautiful as they were , and deeply treasured as they had been . The wretched dandy , like the wounded Robespierre , lay with his eyes closed , and si- lent , save when a dull groan or smothered curse told when the tonsorial instrument ...
... beautiful as they were , and deeply treasured as they had been . The wretched dandy , like the wounded Robespierre , lay with his eyes closed , and si- lent , save when a dull groan or smothered curse told when the tonsorial instrument ...
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... beautiful is Summer ! When the autumn loads them with golden fruit , and their leaves bear the And when it is seur winter , and there is neither foliage nor gorgeous tint of frost , I think - How beautiful is Autumn ! fruit , then I ...
... beautiful is Summer ! When the autumn loads them with golden fruit , and their leaves bear the And when it is seur winter , and there is neither foliage nor gorgeous tint of frost , I think - How beautiful is Autumn ! fruit , then I ...
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... beautiful singer rose through the light and perfume , upon the enchanted ears of the brilliant assembly . All who could , pressed around the in- strument , to catch a glance of the fair performer . Alice's heart was swelling with ...
... beautiful singer rose through the light and perfume , upon the enchanted ears of the brilliant assembly . All who could , pressed around the in- strument , to catch a glance of the fair performer . Alice's heart was swelling with ...
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98 Nassau agin airth an't answered April Fool asked beautiful bill boat Broadway called Captain cents cried daguerreotype darned daugh dear dinner Doctor dollars door dress exclaimed eyes face father feller fire fool gentleman girl give green un guess half hand head hear heard Hezekiah honor Hoosier horse husband inquired Jenny Lind John Bull joke Jonathan kiss landlord laugh look Louis Napoleon marriage married master morning mother never nigger night nose ogre old Roan Oldpot once party poor pretty replied Sally seat stand steamboat story stranger street sure tail tell thee there's thing thought tion tism told took turned Uncle Jess walk what's wife wish woman YANKEE NOTIONS yeou young lady
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Página 160 - Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away.
Página 154 - Locke," to me far more than Bramah's patent worth, — And now my losses I deplore, without a " Home " on earth. If once a book you let them lift, another they conceal, For though I caught them stealing "Swift,
Página 160 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul...
Página 158 - A prudent man foreseeth the evil, and hideth himself: but the simple pass on, and are punished.
Página 113 - Ay, when he undertakes it, He'll make the thing, and the machine that makes it; And, when the thing is made, — whether it be To move on earth, in air, or on the sea. Whether on water, o'er the waves to glide, Or, upon land, to roll, revolve or slide, Whether to whirl or jar, to strike or ring. Whether it be a piston or a spring, Wheel, pulley, tube sonorous, wood or brass, — The thing designed shall surely come to pass; For, when his hand's upon it, you may know That there's go in it, and he'll...
Página 113 - That murmurs from his pumpkin-leaf trombone, Conspire to teach the boy. To these succeed His bow, his arrow of a feathered reed, His wind-mill, raised the passing breeze to win, His water-wheel, that turns upon a pin ; Or, if his father lives upon the shore, You'll see his ship, beam ends upon the floor, Full rigged, with raking masts and timbers staunch, And waiting, near the wash-tub, for a launch.
Página 19 - A gentle failure of the perceptions comes creeping over one, the spirit of consciousness disengages itself more and more, with slow and hushing degrees, like a mother detaching her hand from that of her sleeping child; the mind seems to have a balmy lid closing over it, like the eye; — 'tis closing; — 'tis more closing; — 'tis closed. The mysterious spirit has gone to take its airy rounds.
Página 35 - As he button'd up his pocket with a condescending bow. And once again we met ; but no bandit chief was there ; His rouge was off, and gone that head of once luxuriant hair: He lodges in a two-pair back, and...
Página 360 - I used to be called a Frenchman, because I took the French side in politics: and though this was unjust, yet the truth is, I should have been a French atheist, if it had not been for one recollection, and that was, the memory of the time when my departed mother used to take my little hands in hers, and cause me on my knees to say, ' Our Father which art in heaven...
Página 67 - To die: to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...