Echoes of the Aesthetic Society of Jersey CityThompson and Moreau, 1882 - 255 oldal |
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31. oldal
... woman in the world . RIP . You can believe it . I nefer drink anoder drop so long what I live , if you don'd cry . GRETCHEN . Oh , Rip , how happy we shall be ! And you'll get back all the village , Rip , just as you used to have it ...
... woman in the world . RIP . You can believe it . I nefer drink anoder drop so long what I live , if you don'd cry . GRETCHEN . Oh , Rip , how happy we shall be ! And you'll get back all the village , Rip , just as you used to have it ...
68. oldal
... woman . The butcher's wife , by request , brought in the joints . Even a woman cut the grass in the garden when it was too long , and if man approached the gates ancient Deborah , the cook , was sent forth to par- ley with and obstruct ...
... woman . The butcher's wife , by request , brought in the joints . Even a woman cut the grass in the garden when it was too long , and if man approached the gates ancient Deborah , the cook , was sent forth to par- ley with and obstruct ...
75. oldal
... woman died , " said Todds , I hain't seen nobody scour like you - and the pies you does make . " " They ain't better than other folks , " said Deborah , grimly coquettish . " They air , " said Todds ; and , to Miss Preciosa's horror ...
... woman died , " said Todds , I hain't seen nobody scour like you - and the pies you does make . " " They ain't better than other folks , " said Deborah , grimly coquettish . " They air , " said Todds ; and , to Miss Preciosa's horror ...
89. oldal
... woman who spends her days in hard , delving , literary work , which requires a vast amount of reading and searching for authorities . " Oh ! going out and seeing people , " was the ready answer , nothing rests me like that . My friends ...
... woman who spends her days in hard , delving , literary work , which requires a vast amount of reading and searching for authorities . " Oh ! going out and seeing people , " was the ready answer , nothing rests me like that . My friends ...
93. oldal
... woman ought to be restricted to gravity , to the use of only one set of the muscles of his face , and those the ones that exercise a detrimental influence upon his nerves ; thought in one direction , if intense enough , and protracted ...
... woman ought to be restricted to gravity , to the use of only one set of the muscles of his face , and those the ones that exercise a detrimental influence upon his nerves ; thought in one direction , if intense enough , and protracted ...
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beautiful Bella bells bird Bravo bread bright butcher's wife called chrysoprase City Coleraine colored Croaker dance dead dear death Deborah dere don'd door Drake Echo-God engine Erminnie Esthetic eyes face fair farewell flowers friends gems glory gold Good-bye green greeting GRETCHEN GRÜNE GEWÖLBE Halleck hand head hear heart human INDIAN BROOCH Iroquois Jamie Jersey City jewels lady live look LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON Meenie mind Miss Preciosa morning mother never New-York New-York City night o'er Peacock Throne pearl Peter Green poem precious stones Punchinello rain Read rest ride Vindictive River Robert Collyer rock round smile Smith Sophomoros soul stars station-master stood story sweet Tammany Hall tears tell thee things thou thought throne to-day Tuscaroras twas Urday voice wave Weehawken wife wild wind woman women
Népszerű szakaszok
14. oldal - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
144. oldal - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
46. oldal - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
118. oldal - STILL sits the school-house by the road, A ragged beggar sunning ; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry- vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official ; The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial ; The charcoal...
12. oldal - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
236. oldal - IN a valley, centuries ago, Grew a little fern-leaf green and slender, Veining delicate and fibres tender ; Waving when the wind crept down so low. Rushes tall and moss and grass grew round it, Playful sunbeams darted in and found it, Drops of dew stole in by night and crowned it, But no foot of man e'er trod that way : Earth was young and keeping holiday.
241. oldal - Lord! hast power to save. I know thou wilt not slight my call, For thou dost mark the sparrow's fall; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
235. oldal - I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
145. oldal - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek...
119. oldal - For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled, His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered; As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked apron fingered.