 | Park Benjamin, Oliver Wendell Holmes, John Osborne Sargent - 1833 - 114 páginas
...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...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 just... | |
 | 1836 - 268 páginas
...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 - 694 páginas
...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 páginas
...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... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 300 páginas
...their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. My grandmama has said — Poor old lady; she is dead Long ago —...do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE BIRTH OF A POET. BY J. HEAL. ON a blue summer night, While the stars were asleep, Like gems of the... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 302 páginas
...— Poor old lady ; she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin...do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE BIRTH OF A POET. BY J. NBAL. OK a blue summer night, While the stars were asleep, Like gems of the... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 304 páginas
...breeches — and all that Are so queer ! * ^ And 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 OF A POET. BY J. NEAL. ON a blue summer night, While the stars were asleep, Like gems of the... | |
 | 1841 - 376 páginas
...said — Poor old lady ; she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was liie a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 páginas
...crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here, But the old three-comer'd hat, And the breeches — and all that, Are so queer...Let them smile as I do now At the old forsaken bough 346 OLIVER W. HOLMES. OLD IRONSIDES." AT, tear her tatter'd ensign down ! Long has it waved on high,... | |
 | 1848 - 276 páginas
...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! And if I should live to be...I do now At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling. STANZAS. BV J. G. C. BRAINARD. THE dead leaves strew the forest walk, And withered are the pale wild... | |
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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... 
