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Оглавление"'TWAS EVER THUS." OF COURSE IT WAS.
WHEN BOSS TWEED WAS NEW YORK'S OWNER AND JIM FISK, PROPRIETOR OF OUR JUDGES.
CHEATED VISIONS AND VANISHED HOPES.
THE MERRY SUMMER OVER AND NO HARVEST STORED.
"WE HAVE ANOTHER JOB FOR YOU."
A NINETEENTH CENTURY PRODIGAL.
WE TALK OF THE STARS AND DO THE OTHER THING.
PIRATICAL CRUISE IN TROPICAL SEAS.
"SHOW ME YOUR LETTERS OF CREDIT."
ONCE MORE WE SAIL THE SEAS OVER.
LITTLE FISHES WRIGGLING THROUGH GREEN WAVES.
WITH NO REGRETS, WITH NO TORTURING REMORSE.
DETAILS NECESSARY, IF TEDIOUS.
THE EGYPTIANS PASS OVER THE RED SEA AND THE HEBREWS ARE DROWNED THEREIN.
"ACCEPTED. LIONEL ROTHSCHILD."
SHOWERS OF GOLD FALL—AND THEN?
POINTS FOR JUSTICE TO PICK UP.
"EXCUSE ME, SIR, FOR QUESTIONING YOU."
THE FLOWERS IN THE PRIMROSE WAY ARE SWEET.
I WATCH THE PYRENEES SINK IN THE SEA, THEN SAIL O'ER GREEN NEPTUNE'S BACK.
"HAPPINESS AND I SHAKE HANDS FOR A TIME."
AMAZING FRAUD UPON THE BANK OF ENGLAND!
£5,000 REWARD FOR THE ARREST OF THE AMERICAN PERPETRATOR, F. A. WARREN.
THE PHILISTINES ARE UPON THEE, SAMSON.
NIGHTLY IN MY DUNGEON THE MAGICIAN MEMORY WOULD UNROLL THAT SCENE.
SHARKS, SALT WATER ONES, AND OTHER THINGS.
ONE LOVELY JUNE MORNING INTO PLYMOUTH HARBOR WE SAIL.
"NOTHING LEFT US BUT A GRAVE, THAT SMALL MODEL OF THE BARREN EARTH," WITH DISHONOR FOR AN EPITAPH.
HENCEFORTH A LIGHT WAS TO STREAM THROUGH THE FLUTED GLASS OF MY WINDOW.
WHAT, THESE TEDIOUS DETAILS AGAIN.
THE DAYS O' SUMMER MERRILY SPENT IN THE LAND OF THE HEATHER.
WE WILL FERRY YOU OVER JORDAN THAT ROLLS BETWEEN.
MANY A MAN MORE DANGEROUS WRITES ALDERMAN AFTER HIS NAME.
A BATTERED HULK STRANDED ON A SHORE TO WHICH NO TIDE RETURNS.
I FIND THE FENIANS WITH ME IN THE TOILS.
IN MOOD AS LONELY, IN PLIGHT AS DESPERATE AS HIS.
IF PAIN IS NOT AN EVIL, IT CERTAINLY IS A VERY GOOD IMITATION.
HIS ROW BECOMES FILLED WITH VERY SHARP-EDGED STONES INDEED.
HE TELEGRAPHED THE NEWS TO MY WARDER, AND BARTON WENT ON HIS WAY REJOICING.
I FLUSTER THE GREAT JUPITER OF MY LITTLE WORLD.
IT WAS NIGHT; SILENCE AND GLOOM HAD SETTLED DOWN ON THE INMATES.
