The Era Magazine: An Illustrated Monthly, Volumen8,Tema 11

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Henry T. Coates & Company, 1901
 

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Página 760 - Ay, the horses trample, The harness jingles now; No change though you lie under The land you used to plough. "Is football playing Along the river shore, 10 With lads to chase the leather, Now I stand up no more?
Página 760 - Ay, she lies down lightly, She lies not down to weep: Your girl is well contented. Be still, my lad, and sleep. 'Is my friend hearty, Now I am thin and pine, And has he found to sleep in A better bed than mine?
Página 760 - Stand not uttering sedately Trite oblivious praise above her! Rather say you saw her lately Lightly kissing her last lover. Whisper not, "There is a reason Why we bring her no white blossom": Since the snowy bloom's in season Strow it on her sleeping bosom: Oh, for it would be a pity To o'erpraise her or to flout her: She was wild, and sweet, and witty — Let's not say dull things about her.
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Página 783 - The whole physiognomy is as coarse a one as you would meet anywhere in the length and breadth of the States; but, withal, it is redeemed, illuminated, softened, and brightened, by a kindly though serious look out of his eyes, and an expression of homely sagacity, that seems weighted with rich results of village-experience. A great deal of native sense; no bookish cultivation, no refinement; honest at heart, and thoroughly so...
Página 783 - President and urge the removal of General Grant. In some surprise Mr. Lincoln inquired, " For what reason?" " Why," replied the spokesman, " he drinks too much whisky."
Página 791 - Gay was the mountain song Of bright Alfarata, Where sweep the waters Of the blue Juniata. " Strong and true my arrows are, In my painted quiver, Swift goes my light canoe Adown the rapid river.
Página 790 - Wild roved an Indian girl, Bright Alfarata, Where sweep the waters Of the blue Juniata.
Página 760 - Is my girl happy, That I thought hard to leave, And has she tired of weeping As she lies down at eve?

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