The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... faithful , and that is the grand point , and none but an owl would feel sore at a rub from a jester who tells you , without any subterfuge , that he sits in Diogenes ' tub . A PRELIMINARY NOTE TO THE SECOND EDITION , though it xi.
... faithful , and that is the grand point , and none but an owl would feel sore at a rub from a jester who tells you , without any subterfuge , that he sits in Diogenes ' tub . A PRELIMINARY NOTE TO THE SECOND EDITION , though it xi.
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... 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 , my fire ...
... 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 , my fire ...
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... so ; meanwhile I have brought you a book , Into which if you'll just have the goodness to look , You may feel so delighted , ( when you have got through it , ) As to think it not unworth your while to review 38 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
... so ; meanwhile I have brought you a book , Into which if you'll just have the goodness to look , You may feel so delighted , ( when you have got through it , ) As to think it not unworth your while to review 38 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
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... feel an Egyptian devotion to ices . But , deduct all you can , there's enough that's right good in him , He has a true soul for field , river , and wood in him ; And his heart , in the midst of brick walls , or where'er it is , Glows ...
... feel an Egyptian devotion to ices . But , deduct all you can , there's enough that's right good in him , He has a true soul for field , river , and wood in him ; And his heart , in the midst of brick walls , or where'er it is , Glows ...
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... feel very ill at ease ; The men who have given to one character life And objective existence , are not very rife , You may number them all , both prose - writers and singers , Without overrunning the bounds of your fingers , And Natty ...
... feel very ill at ease ; The men who have given to one character life And objective existence , are not very rife , You may number them all , both prose - writers and singers , Without overrunning the bounds of your fingers , And Natty ...
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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