 I'd been doon that morn to see what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back - the cranks three inches off my nose. Romance ! Those first-class passengers they like it very well, Printed an' bound in little books ; but why don't poets tell ? I'm sick of...  James Watt - Էջ 114Andrew Carnegie - 1905 - 241 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1897 - 610 էջ
...don't you think steam spoils romance at sea ? ' — ' Romance ! Those first-class passengers they liko it very well Printed an' bound in little books ; but...don't poets tell ? I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an' doves they dream — Lord, send a man like Bobbie Burns to sing the Song o'... | |
 | Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan - 1894 - 928 էջ
...down that morn to see what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back — the cranks three inches from my nose. Romance! Those first-class passengers they...don't poets tell? I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an' doves they dream — Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o'... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1896 - 228 էջ
...doon that morn to see' what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back—the cranks three inches from my nose. Romance! Those first-class passengers they...I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns—the loves an' doves they dream— Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o' Steam! To match wi'... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1896 - 228 էջ
...doon that morn to see what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back — the cranks three inches from my nose. Romance ! Those first-class passengers they...don't poets tell ? I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an' doves they dream — Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o'... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1896 - 236 էջ
...doon that morn to see what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back — the cranks three inches from my nose. Romance ! Those first-class passengers they...don't poets tell ? I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an' doves they dream — Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o'... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1896 - 242 էջ
...doon that morn to see what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back — the cranks three inches from my nose. Romance! Those first-class passengers they like it very well, Printed an' bound in Jittle books; but why don't poets tell ? I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an' doves... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1897 - 376 էջ
...sea?" Damned ijjit! I'd been doon that morn to see what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back — the cranks three inches off my nose. Romance! Those first-class...don't poets tell? I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an doves they dream — Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o'... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1897 - 416 էջ
..." Damned ijjit! I'd been doon that morn to see what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back — the cranks three inches off my nose. Romance ! Those first-class...don't poets tell ? I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an' doves they dream — Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o'... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1897 - 404 էջ
...sea?" Damned ijjit! I'd been doon that morn to see what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back — the cranks three inches off my nose. Romance ! Those first-class...don't poets tell ? I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an' doves they dream — Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o'... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1897 - 600 էջ
...McAndrews, don't you think steam spoils romance at sea?' — ' Romance ! Those first-class passengers tbey like it very well Printed an' bound in little books...don't poets tell ? I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an' doves they dream — Lord, send a man like Eobbie Burns to sing the Song o'... | |
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