Once Upon a Time: Or the Romantic Story of the Life of Christopher Columbus. An Original and Aboriginal ExtravaganzaStone, Bacheller & Livingston, 1879 - 39 strani |
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2ND MATE ain't Aldermen baby birth-day bless bliss Boo-hoo BOSTON COMMON C. C. CREW C. C. FERD C. C. ISA C. C. Pow C. C. takes Canary Isles Captain Capting Castile castle Chorus Christopher Colombo Columbus COUNCILMAN darling dear dearest deck doth Enter 1ST MATE Enter ISABELLE Exit 1ST MATE fair fate fear Ferdinand Gentle Spring give Grandfather's Clock grog in tumblers hang happy HARVARD COLLEGE haste hear heard heart hope ISABELLE OF PORTUGAL KEEP DARK little Buttercup maidens Maids of Honor Mayor merry set Minuet mother gone MUMMY naow never Pardon Pinafore Pocahontas and Minneboohoo Powhatan pray PRISONER Puritani Purser Sailors Sing sol re si Sol re sol sorrow soul Spain sure sweet tell thee There's thing thou tick to-day true love villainous Ward What's Whene'er word wretched Вотн РОСА
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Stran 32 - My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf So it stood ninety years on the floor, It was taller by half than the old man himself, Though it weighed not a penny weight more.
Stran 32 - It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born And was always his treasure and pride. But it stopped short— never to go again— When the old man died.
Stran 28 - First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his countrymen," was originally used in the resolutions presented to Congress on the death of Washington, December, 1799.
Stran 37 - For I'm called Little Buttercup— dear Little Buttercup, Though I could never tell why, But still I'm called Buttercup— poor Little Buttercup, Sweet Little Buttercup I!
Stran 34 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 't was the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Stran 34 - ... pen — and have to fling it away in sheer despair of ever writing a line. And I've had thirteen years of it, if not more. Anyway all my writing life. I think that in this light the fourteen vols (up to date) are something of an achievement.
Stran 22 - Spring! Spring! gentle Spring, Youngest season of the year, Life and joy to nature bring; Nature's darling, haste thee here.