Humorous Masterpieces from American Literature, Band 1Edward Tuckerman Mason G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1886 - 294 Seiten |
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... tell the title of the book . But it was well known to be a book of magic ; and once , when a chambermaid had lifted it , merely to brush away the dust , the skeleton had rattled in its closet , the picture of the young lady had stepped ...
... tell the title of the book . But it was well known to be a book of magic ; and once , when a chambermaid had lifted it , merely to brush away the dust , the skeleton had rattled in its closet , the picture of the young lady had stepped ...
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... tell , was creeping gradually over them all . They gazed at one another , and fancied that each fleeting moment snatched away a charm , and left a deepening furrow where none had been before . Was it an illusion ? Had the changes of a ...
... tell , was creeping gradually over them all . They gazed at one another , and fancied that each fleeting moment snatched away a charm , and left a deepening furrow where none had been before . Was it an illusion ? Had the changes of a ...
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... tell , " he answered . " But if she had not the studied perfection of Rachel , - which was always the same , and could not be altered without harm , —she had at least a ca- pacity of impulsive self - adaptation about her which made her ...
... tell , " he answered . " But if she had not the studied perfection of Rachel , - which was always the same , and could not be altered without harm , —she had at least a ca- pacity of impulsive self - adaptation about her which made her ...
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... tell you , " responded the Consul , filling his glass , and passing the bottle , " if you will have the goodness to shut the window behind you , and ring for candles ; for it gets chilly here among the mountains as soon as the sun is ...
... tell you , " responded the Consul , filling his glass , and passing the bottle , " if you will have the goodness to shut the window behind you , and ring for candles ; for it gets chilly here among the mountains as soon as the sun is ...
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... tell it in my own words , -not that they are so good as his , but because they come more readily to the nib of my pen . II . New York has grown considerably since she was New Amsterdam , and has almost forgotten her whilom dependence on ...
... tell it in my own words , -not that they are so good as his , but because they come more readily to the nib of my pen . II . New York has grown considerably since she was New Amsterdam , and has almost forgotten her whilom dependence on ...
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Seite 195 - em, danced 'em, druv 'em, Fust this one, an' then thet, by spells— All is, he couldn't love 'em. But long o' her his veins 'ould run All crinkly like curled maple, The side she breshed felt full o' sun Ez a south slope in Ap'il.
Seite 92 - But is there nothing in thy track To bid thee fondly stay. While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished-for day?
Seite 194 - An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'.
Seite 8 - Wandle Schoonhoven, giving an occasional grunt as he shoveled a spoonful of Indian pudding into his mouth, either as a sign that he relished the dish or comprehended the story, he called unto him his constable, and, pulling out of his breeches pocket a huge jack-knife, dispatched it after the defendant as a summons, accompanied by his tobacco-box as a warrant.
Seite 5 - ... a beer barrel on skids. His face, that infallible index of the mind, presented a vast expanse, unfurrowed by those lines and angles which disfigure the human countenance with what is termed expression. Two small gray eyes twinkled feebly in the midst, like two stars of lesser magnitude in a hazy firmament, and his full-fed cheeks, which seemed to have taken toll of everything that went into his mouth, were curiously mottled and streaked with dusty red, like a spitzenberg apple.
Seite 197 - He could n'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 lips An' teary roun
Seite 67 - With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire. Then prostrate falls, and begs with ardent eyes Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize: The powers gave ear, and granted half his prayer, The rest, the winds dispersed in empty air.
Seite 8 - ... of the said Wandle. Governor Van Twiller, as I have already observed, was a man of few words ; he was likewise a mortal enemy to multiplying writings — or being disturbed at his breakfast. Having listened attentively to the statement of Wandle Schoonhoven, giving an occasional grunt, as he...
Seite 197 - Comes nateral to women. He stood a spell on one foot fust, Then stood a spell on t'other, An' on which one he felt the wust 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
Seite 172 - Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.