The Complete Poetical Works of Bret HarteChatto and Windus, 1886 - 324 стор. |
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... , Till the stagnant lake ripples , the freed waters play ; And then to your heel can you righteously doom The Copperhead born of its shadow and gloom ! A Sanitary Message . LAST night , above the whistling ( 32 ) THE COPPERHEAD.
... , Till the stagnant lake ripples , the freed waters play ; And then to your heel can you righteously doom The Copperhead born of its shadow and gloom ! A Sanitary Message . LAST night , above the whistling ( 32 ) THE COPPERHEAD.
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... playing soldier with no enemy in sight . " The Union , ” — that was well enough way up to '66 ; But this " Re - Union , " maybe now it's mixed with politics ? No ? Well , you understand it best ; but then , you see , my lad , I'm deacon ...
... playing soldier with no enemy in sight . " The Union , ” — that was well enough way up to '66 ; But this " Re - Union , " maybe now it's mixed with politics ? No ? Well , you understand it best ; but then , you see , my lad , I'm deacon ...
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... play , Curb my Fence with wharves my shining bay ? Rather let me be drawn out In one awful waterspout ! " Said the black - browed Hurricane , Brooding down the Spanish Main , " Shall I see my forces , zounds ! Measured by square inch ...
... play , Curb my Fence with wharves my shining bay ? Rather let me be drawn out In one awful waterspout ! " Said the black - browed Hurricane , Brooding down the Spanish Main , " Shall I see my forces , zounds ! Measured by square inch ...
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... play , And a gownd that was Sal's Kinder flapped on a bay : Not much for a man to be leavin ' , but his all , —as I've heer'd the folks say . And - That's a peart hoss Thet you've got , -ain't it now ? What might be her cost ? Eh ? Oh ...
... play , And a gownd that was Sal's Kinder flapped on a bay : Not much for a man to be leavin ' , but his all , —as I've heer'd the folks say . And - That's a peart hoss Thet you've got , -ain't it now ? What might be her cost ? Eh ? Oh ...
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... skies ; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise ; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise . 132 Plain Language from Truthful James . Which we had ( 131 ) PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES.
... skies ; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise ; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise . 132 Plain Language from Truthful James . Which we had ( 131 ) PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES.
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Сторінка 274 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said — "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?
Сторінка 273 - And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn As the star-dials hinted of morn At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn.
Сторінка 22 - HARK ! I hear the tramp of thousands, And of armed men the hum ; Lo ! a nation's hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum, — Saying, " Come, Freemen, come ! Ere your heritage be wasted," said the quick alarming drum.
Сторінка 161 - Of the few baby peaks that were peeping From under their bedclothes of snow; Of that ride — that to me was the rarest; Of — the something you said at the gate. Ah, Joe, then I wasn't an heiress To "the best-paying lead in the State!
Сторінка 274 - Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere — As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried: "It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed — I journeyed down here! — That I brought a dread burden down here — On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
Сторінка 161 - Well, yes, — if you saw us out driving Each day in the park, four-in-hand ; If you saw poor dear mamma contriving To look supernaturally grand, — If you saw papa's picture, as taken By Brady, and tinted at that, You 'd never suspect he sold bacon And flour at Poverty Flat.
Сторінка 203 - From out the gusty pine. Lost is that camp and wasted all its fire: And he who wrought that spell? — Ah! towering pine and stately Kentish spire, Ye have one tale to tell! Lost is that camp, but let its fragrant story Blend with the breath that thrills With hopvines' incense all the pensive glory That fills the Kentish hills.
Сторінка 14 - ... thoughts as these Were strange to a practical man like Burns, Who minded only his own concerns, Troubled no more by fancies fine Than one of his calm-eyed, long-tailed...
Сторінка 17 - DOWN the picket-guarded lane Rolled the comfort-laden wain, Cheered by shouts that shook the plain, Soldier-like and merry : Phrases such as camps may teach, Sabre-cuts of Saxon speech, Such as " Bully ! " " Them's the peach !
Сторінка 90 - There has one already gone, whoe'er he be ! " Then they held their breath 'with awe, Pulling on the rope, and saw Fainting figures reappear, On the black rope swinging clear, Fastened by some...