Bright Ideas for Entertaining: Two Hundred Forms of Amusement Or Entertaining for Social Gatherings of All Kinds ...

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G. W. Jacobs & Company, 1905 - Počet stran: 235
 

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Strana 164 - If I were an American as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never, never, never!
Strana 74 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times...
Strana 164 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Strana 36 - Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them, Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.
Strana 164 - Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, but now I know it, with what more you may think proper.
Strana 37 - Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!
Strana 80 - Harrison . John Tyler . James K. Polk Zachary Taylor . Millard Fillmore . Franklin Pierce . James Buchanan . Abraham Lincoln. Andrew Johnson . Ulysses S. Grant . Rutherford B. Hayes . James A. Garfield Chester A.
Strana 168 - twas all a mistake between midnight and morn : For mistakes will occur in a hurry and shock, And some blamed the babby — and some blamed the clock — 'Till with all their cross questions sure no one could know If the child was too fast — or the clock was too slow.
Strana 164 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer dy'd three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in Ink, my parents, or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd. The Muse but serv'd to ease some friend, not Wife, To help me thro...
Strana 74 - One mellow smile through the soft vapory air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds run, Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare. One smile on the brown hills and naked trees, And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast, And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

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