 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 In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here;...  American Monthly Knickerbocker - Pagina 4921850Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Park Benjamin, Oliver Wendell Holmes, John Osborne Sargent - 1833 - 114 pagina’s
...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 ! And if I...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 pagina’s
...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 ! And if I...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 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | 1839 - 204 pagina’s
...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 ! " And if I...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... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 302 pagina’s
...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 ! And if I...I 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... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 304 pagina’s
...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 ! * ^ 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... | |
 | 1841 - 376 pagina’s
...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 ! And if I...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 pagina’s
...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 ! And if I...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 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | 1850 - 264 pagina’s
...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 ! And if I...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... | |
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