The Speaker: A Quarterly Magazine of Successful Readings, Том 8Pearson Brothers, 1913 |
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... tell us about it , " we boys shouted , delighted with the prospect of a story . " Ye see , boys , Parson Williams - he's dead now , but when I was a boy he was one of the great men around here . He writ books , and he was a smart ...
... tell us about it , " we boys shouted , delighted with the prospect of a story . " Ye see , boys , Parson Williams - he's dead now , but when I was a boy he was one of the great men around here . He writ books , and he was a smart ...
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... tell . Now , if they had played ' Annie Rooney ' or ' Little Kate Kearney , ' shure , it would have been somethin ' loike . Afther we had a bits to eat - ' refrishments , ' as Mary Ann called thim - the young folks danced till mornin ...
... tell . Now , if they had played ' Annie Rooney ' or ' Little Kate Kearney , ' shure , it would have been somethin ' loike . Afther we had a bits to eat - ' refrishments , ' as Mary Ann called thim - the young folks danced till mornin ...
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... tell me that's iliven o'clock I hear sthrikin ' ; well , thin , and I must be goin ' this very minit . Shure , an ' it's a cup of sugar I came over for an ' your askin ' me about the party made me fergit that there was a puddin ' half ...
... tell me that's iliven o'clock I hear sthrikin ' ; well , thin , and I must be goin ' this very minit . Shure , an ' it's a cup of sugar I came over for an ' your askin ' me about the party made me fergit that there was a puddin ' half ...
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... tell me that ? " " Whist , Faither ; will they hang him ? " " Mike ? They will . " " Sure , did the dochter say how long I'd last ? " The question came so suddenly and so took the priest off his guard that he had no time to cover his ...
... tell me that ? " " Whist , Faither ; will they hang him ? " " Mike ? They will . " " Sure , did the dochter say how long I'd last ? " The question came so suddenly and so took the priest off his guard that he had no time to cover his ...
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... tell the judge and the cops when they come , " he said ; " I'll tell ' em where they'll find it . " The priest knew that the search for the weapon had been high and low , and that if indeed the lad could tell the hiding - place it would ...
... tell the judge and the cops when they come , " he said ; " I'll tell ' em where they'll find it . " The priest knew that the search for the weapon had been high and low , and that if indeed the lad could tell the hiding - place it would ...
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Сторінка 299 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
Сторінка 7 - The ears of Ho-ti tingled with horror. He cursed his son, and he cursed himself that ever he should beget a son that should eat burnt Pig. Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out "Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, father, only taste — O Lord," — with such-like barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke.
Сторінка 279 - Venerable men, you have come down to us from a former generation. Heaven has bounteously lengthened out your lives that you might behold this joyous day. You are now where you stood fifty years ago this very hour, with your brothers and your neighbors, shoulder to shoulder, in the strife for your country. Behold, how altered! The same heavens are, indeed, over your heads; the same ocean rolla at your feet; but all else, how changed!
Сторінка 7 - His father might lay on, but he could not beat him from his pig, till he had fairly made an end of it, when, becoming a little more sensible of his situation, something like the following dialogue ensued. "You graceless whelp, what have you got there devouring? Is it not enough that you have burnt me down three houses with your dog's tricks, and be hanged to you!
Сторінка 309 - In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell. Go to Paris; rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank! You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve Riel.
Сторінка 281 - All quiet along the Potomac," they say, "Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
Сторінка 8 - The judge, who was a shrewd fellow, winked at the manifest iniquity of the decision : and, when the court was dismissed, went privily, and bought up all the pigs that could be had for love or money. In a few days his Lordship's town house was observed to be on fire.
Сторінка 343 - By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the one, the Blue, Under the other, the Gray.
Сторінка 305 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.
Сторінка 308 - Hearts that bled are stanched with balm. " Just our rapture to enhance, Let the English rake the bay, Gnash their teeth and glare askance As they cannonade away ! 'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Ranee...