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Page 5 - I have seen her? Once: I was weak and spent On the dusty road: a carriage stopped: But little she dreamed, as on she went, Who kissed the coin that her fingers dropped!
Page 6 - Another glass, and strong, to deaden This pain ; then Roger and I will start. I wonder, has he such a lumpish, leaden, Aching thing in place of a heart? He is sad sometimes, and would weep if he could, No doubt, remembering things that were — A virtuous kennel, with plenty of food, And himself a sober, respectable cur.
Page 113 - IF ever there lived a Yankee lad. Wise or otherwise, good or bad, Who, seeing the birds fly. didn't jump With flapping arms from stake or stump, Or, spreading the tail Of his coat for a sail, Take a soaring leap from post or rail, And wonder why He couldn't fly, And flap and flutter and wish and try — If ever you knew a country dunce Who didn't try that as often as once, All I can say is, that's a sign He never would do for a hero of mine.
Page 123 - I squint an' see what the' is to see." As knights of old put on their mail — From head to foot An iron suit, Iron jacket and iron boot, Iron breeches, and on the head No hat, but an iron pot instead, And under the chin the bail — I believe they called the thing a helm...
Page 124 - So. this modern knight Prepared for flight, Put on his wings and strapped them tight; Jointed and jaunty, strong and light — Buckled them fast to shoulder and hip; Ten feet they measured from tip to tip! And a helm had he, but that he wore, Not on his head, like those of yore, But more like the helm of a ship. "Hush !"Reuben said, "He's up in the shed! He's opened the winder — I see his head! He stretches it out, an...
Page 114 - And working his face as he worked the wings, And with every turn of gimlet and screw Turning and screwing his mouth round too, Till his nose seemed bent To catch the scent, Around some corner, of new-baked pies, And his wrinkled cheeks and his squinting...
Page 1 - WE are two travelers, Roger and I. Roger's my dog. — Come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentlemen, — mind your eye! Over the table, — look out for the lamp! — The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we've tramped through wind and weather, And slept out-doors when nights were cold, And ate and drank— and starved — together.
Page 161 - Thus all the cold and wintry day He labors much for little pay; Yet feels no less of happiness Than many a richer man, I guess, When through the shades of eve he spies The light of his own home, and cries — "Charco'!
Page 2 - The paw he holds up there's been frozen,) Plenty of catgut for my fiddle, (This out-door business is bad for strings,) Then a few nice buckwheats hot from the griddle, And Roger and I set up for kings ! No, thank ye, sir, — I never drink ; Roger and I are exceedingly moral — Are n't we, Roger? — See him wink ! — Well, something hot, then, — we won't quarreL He's thirsty, too, — see him nod his head?
Page 2 - There isn't another creature living Would do it, and prove, through every disaster, So fond, so faithful, and so forgiving, To such a miserable, thankless master ! No, Sir ! see him wag his tail, and grin ! By George ! it makes my old eyes water...