Humorous Hits ; And, How to Hold an Audience: A Collection of Short Selections, Stories and Sketches for All OccasionsFunk & Wagnalls, 1908 - 334 Seiten |
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... soul , to hear a robustious periwig- pated fellow tear a passion to tatters , to very rags , to split the ears of the groundlings ; who , for the most part , are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb - shows , and noise . I would ...
... soul , to hear a robustious periwig- pated fellow tear a passion to tatters , to very rags , to split the ears of the groundlings ; who , for the most part , are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb - shows , and noise . I would ...
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... soul about , I thought I had had about enough of it , so I sent for the hotel pro- prietor and asked for my bill , saying I thought I'd get back to the valley again — that is to say , to Lucerne . The landlord said , " You not ...
... soul about , I thought I had had about enough of it , so I sent for the hotel pro- prietor and asked for my bill , saying I thought I'd get back to the valley again — that is to say , to Lucerne . The landlord said , " You not ...
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... soul , Yet never got a settin ' , not a single egg , I trow ; That hen was simply kickin ' ' gainst a hidden undertow . There's holes in lots of hen's nests , an ' you've got to peep below To see the eggs a - rollin ' where they hadn't ...
... soul , Yet never got a settin ' , not a single egg , I trow ; That hen was simply kickin ' ' gainst a hidden undertow . There's holes in lots of hen's nests , an ' you've got to peep below To see the eggs a - rollin ' where they hadn't ...
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... soul ! Sho ! You're not old Isaac's nephew ! Isaac Green , down on the flat ! Isaac's eldest nephew , -Henry ? Well , I'd never thought of that ! Have I got a hundred dollars I could loan you for a minute , Till you buy a horse at ...
... soul ! Sho ! You're not old Isaac's nephew ! Isaac Green , down on the flat ! Isaac's eldest nephew , -Henry ? Well , I'd never thought of that ! Have I got a hundred dollars I could loan you for a minute , Till you buy a horse at ...
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... soul ) , And only ten of the Nancy's men Said ' Here ! ' to the muster roll . " There was me , and the cook , and the captain bold , And the mate of the Nancy brig , And the bo'sun tight , and a midshipmite , And the crew of the ...
... soul ) , And only ten of the Nancy's men Said ' Here ! ' to the muster roll . " There was me , and the cook , and the captain bold , And the mate of the Nancy brig , And the bo'sun tight , and a midshipmite , And the crew of the ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ain't ANONYMOUS asked baby Bill Adams book agent bruddren called captain's gig Carcassonne Charlie Power chile cried cyclopeedy dear dere Dook dot leedle boy drowned eyes face father feller fellow Finnigin Flannigan folks funny girl give goin Gretchen gwine hair hand head hear heard heart husband Imph-m iths Jim Jones Kankakee kape Kate kiss Kokomo lady laugh Lavery Leander lika lips little feller look m-m-mother Malaprop Mammy's li'l married Meary Meenie minutes morning mother never night o'er Opie Read papa play poor round smile soul speak speecher sperits stept stood sweet Swing oh tears tell thee There's thim thing thou thought told Tummy Twas vake voice W. S. GILBERT what's wife woman word young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 311 - As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth : For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Seite 300 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Seite 269 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Seite 311 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Seite 296 - Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Seite 269 - Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts...
Seite 299 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Seite 9 - ... t were, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
Seite 270 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn, the marshalling in arms — the day, Battle's magnificently stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent. The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse, friend, foe, in one red burial blent.
Seite 270 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar, And near, the beat of the alarming drum, Roused up the soldier ere the morning star ; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips — " The foe ! They come ! they come ! " And wild and high the " Cameron's gathering