 | Park Benjamin, Oliver Wendell Holmes, John Osborne Sargent - 1833 - 114 sider
...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... | |
 | 1836 - 268 sider
...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... | |
 | 1836 - 418 sider
...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,... | |
 | 1836 - 694 sider
...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... | |
 | 1836 - 706 sider
...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... | |
 | 1839 - 204 sider
...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... | |
 | 1839 - 372 sider
...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... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1839 - 368 sider
...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... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 304 sider
...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... | |
 | 1841 - 376 sider
...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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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... 
