The Little Frenchman and His Water Lots: With Other Sketches of the TimesLea & Blanchard, 1839 - 155 páginas |
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... that had been assigned me in the basement- story , in the hope of passing a few comfortable hours in the " arms of Morpheus ; " but one glance at the " blue chamber below , " convinced me of the 70 SKETCHES FROM THE SPRINGS .
... that had been assigned me in the basement- story , in the hope of passing a few comfortable hours in the " arms of Morpheus ; " but one glance at the " blue chamber below , " convinced me of the 70 SKETCHES FROM THE SPRINGS .
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... passing his own door Without a welcome . - Byron . NEW - YORK , February 1 , 1837 . MY DEAR SIR - You did me the honour to request some lines of mine for musick ; and , at the moment , being delighted with your fine voice and exquisite ...
... passing his own door Without a welcome . - Byron . NEW - YORK , February 1 , 1837 . MY DEAR SIR - You did me the honour to request some lines of mine for musick ; and , at the moment , being delighted with your fine voice and exquisite ...
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... passed many happy , happy days , in that old cottage ; but it is nothing to me now - father , mother , sisters , cottage - all , all , gone ; " and a pale- ness overspread his fine countenance , and a moisture came to his eyes as he ...
... passed many happy , happy days , in that old cottage ; but it is nothing to me now - father , mother , sisters , cottage - all , all , gone ; " and a pale- ness overspread his fine countenance , and a moisture came to his eyes as he ...
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... passed away since that merry night , when Mr. Noah's play of " She would be a soldier , " was first performed ; when bonny Miss Leesugg - now Mrs. Hackett - looked like a Hebe like a nightingale ! She played the prin- cipal character ...
... passed away since that merry night , when Mr. Noah's play of " She would be a soldier , " was first performed ; when bonny Miss Leesugg - now Mrs. Hackett - looked like a Hebe like a nightingale ! She played the prin- cipal character ...
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... passed . It is incredible the number of nods and how - d'ye - dos and how - are - yes the worthy physician received in the short space above men- tioned . These , however , were so numerous as to induce his friend to remark- " Why ...
... passed . It is incredible the number of nods and how - d'ye - dos and how - are - yes the worthy physician received in the short space above men- tioned . These , however , were so numerous as to induce his friend to remark- " Why ...
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admiration Albany arrived attorney auctioneer banks Barnes Barnes.-Well beauty bell Belmont Beverley Lee bought lots broker called carriage Charles Kemble Christian complaint consequence countenance counting-house dear dividend doctor eyes feelings fellow flute Flying Dutchman Guido Hackett hand hear heard heart HENRY RUSSELL Hilson honour hope hour hundred infernal Jacob Barker Jack Robinson Jamaica jobber Jonathan Kemble Knowles l'argent lady leave leetle sleeps LETTER listen Lithography LITTLE FRENCHMAN Long-Island look Major Noah matter merchant mister Mivins Monopoly Monsieur Poopoo never New-York night paid parties PAUL PRY People's Line person piece play pocket poor publick recollect replied SARATOGA sare SKETCHES smile sorry specting spirit SPRINGS stand steamboats stood story theatre thing Thou canst thought thousand dollars tion took town tree turned valuarble vatare Wall-street WATER LOTS wonder woodman words
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Página 92 - WOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand — Thy axe shall harm it not! That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down?
Página 1 - You owe this strange intelligence, or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting. Speak, I charge you. WITCHES vanish. BAN. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.
Página 93 - When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand.
Página 90 - Riding out of town a few days since, in company with a friend, an old gentleman, he invited me to turn down a little, romantic woodland pass, not far from Bloomingdale. " Your object?" inquired I. " Merely to look once more at an old tree planted by my grandfather long before I was born, under which I used to play when a boy, and where my sisters played with me. There I often listened to the good advice of my parents. Father, mother, sisters — all are gone; nothing but the old tree remains.
Página 90 - And a paleness overspread his fine countenance, and tears came to his eyes. After a moment's pause, he added: " Don't think me foolish. I don't know how it is: I never ride out but I turn down this lane to look at that old tree. I have a thousand recollections about it, and I always greet it as a familiar and well-remembered friend.
Página 27 - Ye have the account Of my performance : what remains, ye gods ! But up, and enter now into full bliss ?" So having said, a while he stood, expecting Their universal shout, and high applause, To fill his ear ; when, contrary, he hears On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn...
Página 102 - " No, monsieur, I must have him." " You must ? " " Oui, monsieur," said little dimity breeches, turning pale with apprehension for the safety of his money. " And you can't do without it ? " " No, monsieur, not von other leetle moment longare.
Página 129 - Who's in or out, who moves this grand machine, Nor stirs my curiosity nor spleen. Secrets of state no more I wish to know Than secret movements of a puppetshow : Let but the puppets move, I've my desire, Unseen the hand which guides the master-wire.
Página 22 - ... auction-room — his horse in a foam and himself in a fury. The auctioneer was leaning back in his chair, with his legs stuck out of a low window, quietly smoking a cigar after the labors of the day, and humming the music from the last new opera.