The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 50
Seite 81
... ain't got pretty tolerable big , And whether to sell it outright will be best , Or to smoke hams and shoulders and salt down the rest , - At this minute , she'd swop all my verses , ah , cruel ! For the last patent stove that is saving ...
... ain't got pretty tolerable big , And whether to sell it outright will be best , Or to smoke hams and shoulders and salt down the rest , - At this minute , she'd swop all my verses , ah , cruel ! For the last patent stove that is saving ...
Seite 125
... pond That warn't more'n twenty rod beyond , ) A goose that on the water sot Ez ef awaitin ' to be shot . Isrel he ups and grabs his gun ; Sez he , " By ginger , here's some fun ! " " Don't fire , " sez Joe , it aint INTRODUCTION . 125.
... pond That warn't more'n twenty rod beyond , ) A goose that on the water sot Ez ef awaitin ' to be shot . Isrel he ups and grabs his gun ; Sez he , " By ginger , here's some fun ! " " Don't fire , " sez Joe , it aint INTRODUCTION . 125.
Seite 126
James Russell Lowell. " Don't fire , " sez Joe , it aint no use , Thet's Deacon Peleg's tame wild - goose ; ' Sez Isrel , " I don't care a cent , I've sighted an ' I'll let her went ; " Bang ! went queen's - arm , ole gander flopped His ...
James Russell Lowell. " Don't fire , " sez Joe , it aint no use , Thet's Deacon Peleg's tame wild - goose ; ' Sez Isrel , " I don't care a cent , I've sighted an ' I'll let her went ; " Bang ! went queen's - arm , ole gander flopped His ...
Seite 148
... villadge , and I've lived here man and boy 76 year cum next tater diggin , and thair aint no wheres a kitting spryer ' n I be . * Aut insanit , aut versos facit . - H . W. If you print ' em I wish you'd jest let 148 THE BIGLOW PAPERS .
... villadge , and I've lived here man and boy 76 year cum next tater diggin , and thair aint no wheres a kitting spryer ' n I be . * Aut insanit , aut versos facit . - H . W. If you print ' em I wish you'd jest let 148 THE BIGLOW PAPERS .
Seite 149
... aint livin though and he's a likely kind o ' lad . EZEKIEL BIGLOW THRASH away , you'll hev to rattle On them kittle - drums o ' yourn , — " Taint a knowin ' kind o ' cattle Thet is ketched with mouldy corn ; Put in stiff , you fifer ...
... aint livin though and he's a likely kind o ' lad . EZEKIEL BIGLOW THRASH away , you'll hev to rattle On them kittle - drums o ' yourn , — " Taint a knowin ' kind o ' cattle Thet is ketched with mouldy corn ; Put in stiff , you fifer ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
afore agin agoin aint airth Anakim anʼ arter bard bein believe Biglow bore brain Calhoun cocktale darned Demmercrats discourse door doubt doughface dreffle ears Eliab fancy feller folks frum fust ghosts give goin gret haint heart holl Hosea idee Jaalam JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL jine John Bull keep ketch kind Knott letters long ez look mind Mister nater natural never night North nothin o'er ollers on't once ould person poem poet raps reader rhyme Robinson he Sez round Sawin sech seemed Sez John slavery sort soul spiled spirits spose star-spangled banner sutthin t'other tell ye there's thet thet's thing thou thought thru tion true twas verse vote fer Ware wich Wilbur worn't Yankee
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 171 - GUVENER B. is a sensible man; He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks; He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can, An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes; — But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My! aint it terrible? Wut shall we du? We can't never choose him, o...
Seite 60 - T is as if a rough oak that for ages had stood, With his gnarled bony branches like ribs of the wood, Should bloom, after cycles of struggle and scathe, With a single anemone trembly and rathe...
Seite 150 - Freedom's airy Tell they're pupple in the face, — It's a grand gret cemetary Per 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
Seite 104 - 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 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 44 - C. labors to get at the centre, and then Take a reckoning from there of his actions and men ; E. calmly assumes the said centre as granted, And, given himself, has whatever is wanted.
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 72 - Why, there is not a bard at this moment alive More willing than he that his fellows should thrive; While you are abusing him thus, even now He would help either one of you out of a slough; You may say that...
Seite 81 - There's Holmes, who is matchless among you for wit ; A Leyden-jar always full-charged, from which flit The electrical tingles of hit after hit ; In long poems...
Seite 105 - He stood a spell on one foot fust, Then stood a spell on t'other, An' on which one he felt the wust He couldn't ha