The Century Volume . 43

The Century Volume . 43

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 edition. Excerpt:' suspicioned how as she wuz brought to the house bad luck would come along wid her, yit into me swate little, nate little, swate little spot kim that Barney a-luggin' the cat.) Faix, an' I built me a house, An' I fashioned it jist to me mind, But there's niver a pig in the pig-pen in front. Nor a pratie a-planted behind! Sich a swate little, nate little, swate little spot! (For sure, an' if I planted praties they would grow wrong side up, an' if I got me a pig, niver a soulcould tell what mortial beast he might turn into. Begor, an' I'm afeard to git up lest bad luck be overtakin' me, an' I'm more afeard to go to bed lest bad luck be atween the two sheets! an' all bekase o' that cat comin' to me swate little, nate little, swate little house!) An Old Belle. A Daughter of the cavaliers (A phrase a little dulled with, years), I?ut something sweeter than them all, Serene she sits at evenfall. Tall tulips crowd the window-sill, Vague ghosts of those that blew at will--lire she was old and time so fleet--In some walled space down Camden street. And straight--she and her lover there--In that town garden take the air; Tall tulips lift in scarlet tire, Brimming the April dusk with fire. Without, the white of harbored ships; The road that to the water slips; And tang of salt and scent of sea; Within, her only love and she! Hack to the new she comes once more, To roofs ungabled, ways that roar; To the sole April left her still, That potted scarlet on the sill. Dust are those pleasant garden walls; Her only love in green Saint Paul's; Serene she sits at her day's close; Last of her kin, but still a rose! Lizctte IVoodworth Reese. The Silent Partner. He had no thoughts, no winged words had I; To conquer all defects we did combine: He fledged my...
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  • Paperback | 664 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 34mm | 1,166g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236882806
  • 9781236882806