 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 In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the...  The New Monthly Magazine - Página 781853Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1850 - 310 páginas
...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...smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where 1 cling. TO A BLANK SHEET OF PAPER. WAN-VISAGED thing ! thy virgin leaf To me looks more than deadly... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1850 - 310 páginas
...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...smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where 1 cling. TO A BLANK SHEET OF PAPER. WAN-VISAGED thing ! thy virgin leaf To me looks more than deadly... | |
 | 1850 - 264 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. BY JGC BRAINARD. THE dead leaves strew the forest walk, And withered are the pale wild flowers... | |
 | 1850 - 600 páginas
...laugh. ' I know it is a sin For me to sit und griu At him here ; Hut his old three-cornered hot. And his breeches, and all that, Are so queer! ' And if I should...do now, At the old forsaken, bough, Where I cling.' Mr. Richard Swiveller, wending his way home after ' a night' with Mr. Quilp and the case-bottle, may... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1850 - 624 páginas
...that, Are so queer! • And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree. In Ihe spring. I^et them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling.' Mr. Richard Swiveller, wending his way home after ' a night' withMr. Quilp and the case-bottle, may... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1851 - 320 páginas
...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...smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where 1 cling. TO A BLANK SHEET OF PAPER. WAN-VISAGED thing ! thy virgin leaf To me looks more than deadly... | |
 | 1851 - 486 páginas
..." I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But his old three-cornered hat. Anil his breeches, and all that, Are so queer ! " And if I...do now, At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling." Mr. Richard Swiveller, wending his way home, after " a night" with Mr. Quilp and tLie case-bottle,... | |
 | 1855 - 724 páginas
...three-cornered hat. And the breeches, and nil that Are so queer ! And if I should live to bo The hist leaf upon the tree In the spring, — Let them smile,...I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. Exquisite satire, and marvellous fidelity, are evidenced in the following: — MY AUNT. My aunt ! my... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1852 - 340 páginas
...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...I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. TO A BLANK SHEET OF PAPEE. WAN-VISAOED thing ! thy virgin leaf To me looks more than deadly pale, Unknowing... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1852 - 316 páginas
...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...smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where 1 cling. TO A BLANK SHEET OF PAPER. WAN-VISAGED thing ! thy virgin leaf To me looks more than deadly... | |
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