Fable for critics. Bigelow papers. Unhappy lot of Mr. Knott. An oriental apologueTicknor and Fields, 1858 |
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... John , and feel nothing more than a half - comic sorrow , to think that they all will be lying to - morrow tossed care- lessly up on the waste - paper shelves , and forgotten by all but their half - dozen selves . Once snug in my attic ...
... John , and feel nothing more than a half - comic sorrow , to think that they all will be lying to - morrow tossed care- lessly up on the waste - paper shelves , and forgotten by all but their half - dozen selves . Once snug in my attic ...
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... John Bull , All American authors who have more or less Of that anti - American humbug - success , While in private we're always embracing the knees Of some twopenny editor over the seas , And licking his critical shoes , for you know ...
... John Bull , All American authors who have more or less Of that anti - American humbug - success , While in private we're always embracing the knees Of some twopenny editor over the seas , And licking his critical shoes , for you know ...
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... John Neal , who has wasted in Maine The sinews and chords of his pugilist brain , Who might have been poet , but that , in its stead , he Preferred to believe that he was so already ; Too hasty to wait till Art's ripe fruit should drop ...
... John Neal , who has wasted in Maine The sinews and chords of his pugilist brain , Who might have been poet , but that , in its stead , he Preferred to believe that he was so already ; Too hasty to wait till Art's ripe fruit should drop ...
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... John Bunyan Fouqué , a Puritan Tieck ; When nature was shaping him , clay was not granted For making so full - sized a man as she wanted , So , to fill out her model , a little she spared From some finer - grained stuff for a woman pre ...
... John Bunyan Fouqué , a Puritan Tieck ; When nature was shaping him , clay was not granted For making so full - sized a man as she wanted , So , to fill out her model , a little she spared From some finer - grained stuff for a woman pre ...
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... John Bull , looking o'er the Atlantic , in choler At your aptness for trade , says you worship the dollar ; But to scorn such i - dollar - try's what very few do , And John goes to that church as often as you do . No matter what John ...
... John Bull , looking o'er the Atlantic , in choler At your aptness for trade , says you worship the dollar ; But to scorn such i - dollar - try's what very few do , And John goes to that church as often as you do . No matter what John ...
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Seite 172 - Polk, you know, he is our country. An' the angel thet writes all our sins in a book Puts the debit to him, an' to us the per contry; An' John P. Robinson he Sez this is his view o
Seite 171 - An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes : But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My ! ain't it terrible ? Wut shall we du ? We can't never choose him, o' course — thet 's flat ; Guess we shall hev to come round (don't you.
Seite 104 - An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
Seite 152 - S'pose the crows wun't fall to pickin' All the carkiss from your bones, Coz you helped to give a lickin' To them poor half-Spanish drones? Jest go home an...
Seite 173 - Our true country is that ideal realm which we represent to ourselves under the names of religion, duty, and the like. Our terrestrial organizations are but far-off approaches to SO fair a model, and all they are verily traitors who resist not any attempt to divert them from this their original intendment. When, therefore, one would have us to fling up our caps and shout with the multitude, — "Our cowntry, however bounded!
Seite 210 - 11 keep the people in blindness,— Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash Eight inter brotherly kindness, Thet bombshells, grape, an' powder 'n' ball Air good-will's strongest magnets, Thet peace, to make it stick at all, Must be druv in with bagnets. In short, I firmly du believe In Humbug generally, Fer it's a thing thet I perceive To hev a solid vally; This heth my faithful shepherd ben, In pasturs sweet heth led me, An' this '11 keep the people green To feed ez they hev fed me.
Seite 90 - Nature fits all her children with something to do, He who would write and can't write can surely review, Can set up a small booth as critic and sell us his Petty conceit and his pettier jealousies ; Thus a lawyer's apprentice, just out of his teens, Will do for the Jeffrey of six magazines ; Having read Johnson's lives of the poets half through...
Seite 199 - Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he; — "Fer all thet," sez Mangum, " T would be better to hang 'em, An' so git red on 'em soon," sez he. "The mass ough' to labor an' we lay on soffies, Thet's the reason I want to spread Freedom's aree; It puts all the cunninest on us in office. An' reelises our Maker's orig'nal idee,
Seite 219 - Ez fer the war, I go agin it, — I mean to say I kind o' du, — Thet is, I mean thet, bein' in it, The best way wuz to fight it thru ; Not but wut abstract war is horrid, I sign to thet with all my heart, — But civlyzation doos git forrid Sometimes upon a powder-cart. About thet darned Proviso matter I never hed a grain o' doubt, Nor I aint one my sense to scatter So 'st no one could n't pick it out ; My love fer North an...
Seite 151 - Trainin' round in bobtail coats, — But it's curus Christian dooty This 'ere cuttin' folks's throats. They may talk o' Freedom's airy Tell they're pupple in the face,^ It's a grand gret cemetary Fer the barthrights of our race; They jest want this Californy So's to lug new slave-states in To abuse ye, an' to scorn ye, An