The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... hear by some persons applied to a good friend of mine , whom to stab in the side , as we walked along chatting and joking together , would not be my way . I can hardly tell whether a ques- tion will ever arise in which he and I should ...
... hear by some persons applied to a good friend of mine , whom to stab in the side , as we walked along chatting and joking together , would not be my way . I can hardly tell whether a ques- tion will ever arise in which he and I should ...
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... hear the old click ; Why , I honestly think , if some fool in Japan Should turn up his nose at the ' Poems on Man , ' Your friend there by some inward instinct would know it , Would get it translated , reprinted , and show it ; As a man ...
... hear the old click ; Why , I honestly think , if some fool in Japan Should turn up his nose at the ' Poems on Man , ' Your friend there by some inward instinct would know it , Would get it translated , reprinted , and show it ; As a man ...
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... hears of that order the British Museum Has sent for one set of what books were first printed In America , little or big , -for ' tis hinted That this is the first truly tangible hope he Has ever had raised for the sale of a copy . I've ...
... hears of that order the British Museum Has sent for one set of what books were first printed In America , little or big , -for ' tis hinted That this is the first truly tangible hope he Has ever had raised for the sale of a copy . I've ...
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... hear him talk gratis ; And indeed , I believe , no man ever talked better- Each sentence hangs perfectly poised to a letter ; He seems piling words , but there's royal dust hid In the heart of each sky - piercing pyramid . While he ...
... hear him talk gratis ; And indeed , I believe , no man ever talked better- Each sentence hangs perfectly poised to a letter ; He seems piling words , but there's royal dust hid In the heart of each sky - piercing pyramid . While he ...
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... hear , you're not over - particular whence , Almost Taylor's profusion , quite Latimer's sense . " There is Bryant , as quiet , as cool , and as dignified , As a smooth , silent iceberg , that never is ignified , Save when by reflection ...
... hear , you're not over - particular whence , Almost Taylor's profusion , quite Latimer's sense . " There is Bryant , as quiet , as cool , and as dignified , As a smooth , silent iceberg , that never is ignified , Save when by reflection ...
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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