Bless my soul, Sir, will you Britons not credit that an American can be a gentleman, & have read the Waverly Novels, tho every dig...it may have been in the tar-bucket?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He was begotten in the galley and born under a gun. Every hair was a rope yarn, every finger a fish-hook, every tooth a marline-sp...ike, and his blood right good Stockholm tar.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now he sings of Jacky Horner, Sitting in the chimney corner,... Eating of a Christmas pie, Putting in his thumb, O fie! Putting in, O fie! his thumb, Pulling out, O strange, a plum.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The mob is man voluntarily descending to the nature of the beast. Its fit hour of activity is night. Its actions are insane like i...ts whole constitution. It persecutes a principle; it would whip a right; it would tar and feather justice, by inflicting fire and outrage upon the houses and persons of those who have these. It resembles the prank of boys, who run with fire-engines to put out the ruddy aurora streaming to the stars.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The chemistry of dissatisfaction is as the chemistry of some marvelously potent tar. In it are the building stones of explosives, ...stimulants, poisons, opiates, perfumes and stenches.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Those times I mussed his curly black hair and touched his ten tar-fingers... and swallowed down his whiskey breath. Red. Red. Father, you are blood red. Father, we are two birds on fire.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, The gunner and his mate,... Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian and Margery, But none of us cared for Kate; For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, 'Go hang!' She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »