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" My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady ! she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack... "
The Royal Gallery of Poetry and Art: An Illustrated Book of the Favorite ... - 487. oldal
1886 - 19 oldal
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The Harbinger: A May-gift

Park Benjamin, Oliver Wendell Holmes, John Osborne Sargent - 1833 - 114 oldal
...crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here, But the old three cornered hat, And the breeches — and all that Are so queer...I do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE BALLAD OF THE OVSTERMAN. V It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river side, His shop was...

The Laurel: a Gift for All Seasons: Being a Collection of Poems

1836 - 268 oldal
...crack In his laugh, I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here, But the old three cornered hat, And the breeches — and all that Are so queer...I do now At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling. STANZAS. Bf JGC BRAIHARD. THE dead leaves strew the forest walk, And withered are the pale wild flowers...

The Yale Literary Magazine, 2. kötet

1836 - 418 oldal
...snow. " But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. " I know it is...hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer !" or this, of a girl's losing her lover : ' Down fell that pretty innocent as falls a snow white lamb,...

The American Monthly Magazine, 1. kötet;7. kötet

1836 - 694 oldal
...me to sit and grin At him here, But the old three cornered hat, And the breeches — and all that, "And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the...do now At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling." Here is another from the same original and graphic hand — a bold, spirit-stirring lyric. It was written...

American Monthly Knickerbocker, 7. kötet

1836 - 706 oldal
...ait and grin At him here, But the old three-cornered hat. And the breeches — and all that, Are *o queer! ' And if I should live to be The last leaf...the spring — Let them smile as I do now At the old foneakcn bough, Where I cling.' < LITERARY RECORD. BYBON'S WORKS. — The first volume of DEARBORN'S...

The Book of the Months: A Gift for the Young

1839 - 204 oldal
...snow. " But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff; And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. " I know it is...do now, At the old, forsaken bough Where I cling." The Thanksgiving, that festival peculiar for many years to New England, came round this month. Great...

Burtons' Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, 5. kötet

1839 - 372 oldal
...lady ; she is dead Long ago— That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow .' I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here...hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer .' We should like to know the whereabouts of the mysterious Mrs. *••', and why this anonymem laJy's...

Gentleman's Magazine, 5. kötet

William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1839 - 368 oldal
...she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose III tiit- зiWW.' I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here...three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are to guter l We should like to know the whereabouts of the mysterious Mrs. '**•, and why this anonyo...

The Poets of America, 1. kötet

John Keese - 1840 - 304 oldal
...LEAF. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is...if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree „ 'm In the spring — Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE BIRTH...

American Melodies: Containing a Single Selection from the Productions of Two ...

1841 - 376 oldal
...snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is...Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough I THINK OF THEE. BY OBOBeK n. PBBVTICB. I THiXi of thee. when morninir springs From sleep with plumage...




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