 | Park Benjamin, Oliver Wendell Holmes, John Osborne Sargent - 1833 - 114 psl.
...crack 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...I do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE BALLAD OF THE OVSTERMAN. V It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river side, His shop was... | |
 | 1836 - 268 psl.
...crack 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...I do now At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling. STANZAS. Bf JGC BRAIHARD. THE dead leaves strew the forest walk, And withered are the pale wild flowers... | |
 | 1836 - 694 psl.
...me to sit and grin At him here, But the old three cornered hat, And the breeches — and all that, "And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the...do now At the old forsaken bough, Where I cling." Here is another from the same original and graphic hand — a bold, spirit-stirring lyric. It was written... | |
 | 1836 - 418 psl.
...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 ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer !" or this, of a girl's losing her lover : ' Down fell that pretty innocent as falls a snow white lamb,... | |
 | 1836 - 706 psl.
...crook ie in his back, And a melniicholy crack In hie luugh. 'I know it is a sin Forme to ait and grin At him here, But the old three-cornered hat. And the breeches — and all that, Are *o queer! ' And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring — Let them smile... | |
 | 1836 - 676 psl.
...grin At him here, But Iho old thrpp-cornered hat, And the hreerhes — sud all that, Are so queer 1 * And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In tho spring — Let the» smile as I do now At the old fnrsakcn bough. Where I cling.1 4 LITERARY RECORD.... | |
 | 1839 - 204 psl.
...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 ; But the old three-cornered hat, And...do now, At the old, forsaken bough Where I cling." The Thanksgiving, that festival peculiar for many years to New England, came round this month. Great... | |
 | 1839 - 372 psl.
...Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow .' 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 .' We should like to know the whereabouts of the mysterious Mrs. *••', and why this anonymem laJy's... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1839 - 368 psl.
...Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose III tiit- зiWW.' 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 to guter l We should like to know the whereabouts of the mysterious Mrs. '**•, and why this anonyo... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 302 psl.
...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, But the old three-cornered hat, And the...I do now At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. THE BIRTH OF A POET. BY J. NBAL. OK a blue summer night, While the stars were asleep, Like gems of... | |
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And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree • In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. 
