Francis Bret Harte

For there be women, fair as she, whose verbs and nouns do more agree.

He smiled a kind of sickly smile and curled up on the floor and the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.

We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor.

Which I wish to remark, and my language is plain, that for ways that are dark and for tricks that are vain, the heathen Chinee is peculiar.

With the smile that was childlike and bland.

And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, and the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.

Drop down, O fleecy Fog and hide her skeptic sneer, and all her pride!

Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.