 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...  Humorous Masterpieces from American Literature - Seite 197herausgegeben von - 1886 - 294 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 Seiten
..." I'd better call agin;" Says she, " Think likely, mister;" Thet last word pricked him lika a pin, An' . . . Wai, he up an' kist her. When ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale cz ashes, All kin' o' smily rouu' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1858 - 328 Seiten
...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 smily round the lips An' teary round the lashes. Her blood riz quick, though, like the tide... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1863 - 330 Seiten
...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 smily round the lips An' teary round the lashes. Her blood riz quick, though, like the tide... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1866 - 322 Seiten
...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' smily round the lips An' teary round the lashes. Her blood riz quick, though, like the tide... | |
 | Joseph Edwin Frobisher - 1867 - 276 Seiten
...like a pin, an' — wal, he up an' kissed her. "When Ma, bimeby, upon 'em slips, Huldy sot, pale as ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips, an' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jest the quiet kind, whose naturs never vary Like streams thet keep a summer mind snow-hid in Jenooary.... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1867 - 606 Seiten
...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' smily round the lips, An' teary round the lashes. Her blood riz quick, though, like the tide... | |
 | John Swett - 1868 - 246 Seiten
...better call 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 Seiten
...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-co!o:ed fan.", ronn' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never varv,... | |
 | 1872 - 900 Seiten
...likely, Mister" ; Thet last word pricked him like a pin, Ал' . . . Wal, he up an' kist her. AVhen ; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-ki sniily roun' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind AVhose naturs never... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 Seiten
..."I 'd better call agin " ; Says she, "Think likely, Mister" ; Thet last word pricked him like a pin, uch of the leaden Rifle-breath ; And rounder, rounder, rounder, roared the iron six-pounder, Hurling d srnily roun' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never... | |
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