The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... could butter both sides of my bread , for I never could see that an author owed aught to the people he solaced , diverted , or taught ; and , as for mere fame , I have long ago learned that the persons by whom it is finally earned ,
... could butter both sides of my bread , for I never could see that an author owed aught to the people he solaced , diverted , or taught ; and , as for mere fame , I have long ago learned that the persons by whom it is finally earned ,
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... never forgiven her ; Her memory he nursed as a kind of a tonic , Something bitter to chew when he'd play the By- ronic , And I can't count the obstinate nymphs that he brought over , By a strange kind of smile he put on when he thought ...
... never forgiven her ; Her memory he nursed as a kind of a tonic , Something bitter to chew when he'd play the By- ronic , And I can't count the obstinate nymphs that he brought over , By a strange kind of smile he put on when he thought ...
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... never will cry till she's out of the wood ! What wouldn't I give if I never had known of her ? " Twere a kind of relief had I something to groan over ; If I had but some letters of hers , now , to toss over , I might turn for the nonce ...
... never will cry till she's out of the wood ! What wouldn't I give if I never had known of her ? " Twere a kind of relief had I something to groan over ; If I had but some letters of hers , now , to toss over , I might turn for the nonce ...
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... never be rightly defined ; Like the Irish Good Folk , though in length scarce a span , From the womb he came gravely , a little old man ; While other boys ' trowsers demanded the toil Of the motherly fingers on all kinds of soil , Red ...
... never be rightly defined ; Like the Irish Good Folk , though in length scarce a span , From the womb he came gravely , a little old man ; While other boys ' trowsers demanded the toil Of the motherly fingers on all kinds of soil , Red ...
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... never have made out a word in it , ( Though himself was the model the author pre- ferred in it , ) And grasping the parchment which gave him in fee , All the mystic and - so - forths contained in A. B. , He was launched ( life is always ...
... never have made out a word in it , ( Though himself was the model the author pre- ferred in it , ) And grasping the parchment which gave him in fee , All the mystic and - so - forths contained in A. B. , He was launched ( life is always ...
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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