 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - Страниц: 226
...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! And...now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. The Deacon's Masterpiece; or, The Wonderful One-Hoss Shay A Logical Story Have you heard of the wonderful... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - Страниц: 1172
...Cut him down. Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. (1. 7—12) 16 hral statues lay; (1. 43-48) AA; AmPP; AnAmPo; FaBoBe; FaPON; NAAL-1; PoLF; PWR; WBLP Old Ironsides 17 Ay, tear her tattered... | |
 | Hershel Parker - 1996 - Страниц: 1014
...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! And...I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. It was a cheeky performance by a young man with more wit than reverence. Whether or not it distressed... | |
 | John Harley Warner - 2003 - Страниц: 482
...Centenary Biography: Oliver Wendell Holmes (London: Headley Brothers, 1909], pp. 94-95), which ends: "And if I should live to be / The last leaf upon the...now / At the old forsaken bough / Where I cling." 137. A. Stills to Henry I. Bowditch, Philadelphia, 25 Feb. 1882, Bowditch, Collection of Autograph... | |
 | Jacob Harris Patton - 2003 - Страниц: 720
...rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the...I do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. During his visit to London in 1886 he called upon me more than once. He was as brisk and lively as... | |
 | 2004 - Страниц: 292
...Deacon's Masterpiece," "The Chambered Nautilus," and "The Last Leaf." And if I should live to be The lost leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile,...I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. L A Stockbridge Bestseller .t is ironic that the passage of time should be a better appraiser of books... | |
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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... 
