The Poetry of American Wit and HumorL. C. Page, 1899 - 367 стор. |
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... true ; An owl cannot roost With his limbs so unloosed ; No owl in this world Ever had his claws curled , Ever had his legs slanted , Ever had his bill canted , Ever had his neck screwed Into that attitude . He can't do it , because ...
... true ; An owl cannot roost With his limbs so unloosed ; No owl in this world Ever had his claws curled , Ever had his legs slanted , Ever had his bill canted , Ever had his neck screwed Into that attitude . He can't do it , because ...
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... true ditty , I do not assert this you know is between us That she's in a state of absolute nudity , Like Powers's Greek Slave or the Medici Venus ; But I do mean to say I have heard her declare , When at the same moment she had on a ...
... true ditty , I do not assert this you know is between us That she's in a state of absolute nudity , Like Powers's Greek Slave or the Medici Venus ; But I do mean to say I have heard her declare , When at the same moment she had on a ...
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... 'd ha ' done ' t ez quick ez winkin ' In the days o ' seventy - six . Clang the bells in every steeple , Call all true men to disown The tradoocers of our people , The enslavers o ' 147 A LETTER FROM MR . EZEKIEL BIGLOW .
... 'd ha ' done ' t ez quick ez winkin ' In the days o ' seventy - six . Clang the bells in every steeple , Call all true men to disown The tradoocers of our people , The enslavers o ' 147 A LETTER FROM MR . EZEKIEL BIGLOW .
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... true delight when there's a bite ; if fishing's light they " smile " the more , till jolly tight all fishing they are scorning . Another nip as they depart ; one at the mart and one to part ; but none when in the house they dart ...
... true delight when there's a bite ; if fishing's light they " smile " the more , till jolly tight all fishing they are scorning . Another nip as they depart ; one at the mart and one to part ; but none when in the house they dart ...
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... true religion , and the dearth of com- mon sense , A solemn visaged lady , Who was surely on the shady Side of thirty , entered proudly , and to crush me did commence : " I sent a poem here , sir , " Said the lady , growing fiercer ...
... true religion , and the dearth of com- mon sense , A solemn visaged lady , Who was surely on the shady Side of thirty , entered proudly , and to crush me did commence : " I sent a poem here , sir , " Said the lady , growing fiercer ...
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Сторінка 250 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter ' Little Prig '. Bun replied, ' You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace 10 To occupy my place.
Сторінка vii - Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar — Which the same I am free to maintain.
Сторінка 126 - To see my Ma? She's sprinklin' clo'es Agin to-morrer's i'nin'." To say why gals acts so or so, Or don't 'ould be persumin'; Mebby to mean yes an' say no 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
Сторінка 329 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Сторінка 159 - The parson was working his Sunday's text, Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the -Moses - was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill First a shiver, and then a thrill, Then something decidedly like a spill.
Сторінка 235 - B. is a sensible man ; He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks ; He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can, An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes ; But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My ! ain't it terrible ? Wut shall we du ? We can't never choose him o...
Сторінка 155 - HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day...
Сторінка 78 - MY AUNT. MY aunt ! my dear unmarried aunt ! Long years have o'er her flown ; Yet still she strains the aching clasp That binds her virgin zone ; I know it hurts her, — though she looks As cheerful as she can ; Her waist is ampler than her life, For life is but a span.
Сторінка 157 - Last of its timber— they couldn't sell 'em. Never an axe had seen their chips, And the wedges flew from between their lips, Their blunt ends frizzled like celery-tips ; Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue ; Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide ; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he "put her through.
Сторінка 20 - WHO stuffed that white owl?" No one spoke in the shop: The barber was busy, and he couldn't stop; The customers, waiting their turns, were all reading The Daily, the Herald, the Post, little heeding The young man who blurted out such a blunt question; Not one raised a head, or even made a suggestion; And the barber kept on shaving. "Don't you see, Mister Brown...