The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... kinds who are termed full of promise and pleasing . The Public will see by a glance at this schedule , that they cannot expect me to be over - sedulous about courting them , since it seems I have got enough fuel made sure of X.
... kinds who are termed full of promise and pleasing . The Public will see by a glance at this schedule , that they cannot expect me to be over - sedulous about courting them , since it seems I have got enough fuel made sure of X.
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James Russell Lowell. it seems I have got enough fuel made sure of for boiling my pot . As for such of our poets as find not their names mentioned once in my pages , with praises or blames , let them SEND IN THEIR CARDS , without further ...
James Russell Lowell. it seems I have got enough fuel made sure of for boiling my pot . As for such of our poets as find not their names mentioned once in my pages , with praises or blames , let them SEND IN THEIR CARDS , without further ...
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... anonymi , you may be sure that I know what is meant by a caricature , and what by a portrait . There are those who think it is capital fun to be spattering their ink on quiet unquarrel- f some folk , but the minute the game changes 18.
... anonymi , you may be sure that I know what is meant by a caricature , and what by a portrait . There are those who think it is capital fun to be spattering their ink on quiet unquarrel- f some folk , but the minute the game changes 18.
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... 'd , In a laurel , as she thought - but ( ah how Fate mocks ! ) She has found it by this time a very bad box ; Let hunters from me take this saw when they need it , -You're not always sure of your game when you've treed.
... 'd , In a laurel , as she thought - but ( ah how Fate mocks ! ) She has found it by this time a very bad box ; Let hunters from me take this saw when they need it , -You're not always sure of your game when you've treed.
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James Russell Lowell. -You're not always sure of your game when you've treed it . Just conceive such a change taking place in one's mistress ! What romance would be left ? -who can flatter or kiss trees ? And for mercy's sake , how could ...
James Russell Lowell. -You're not always sure of your game when you've treed it . Just conceive such a change taking place in one's mistress ! What romance would be left ? -who can flatter or kiss trees ? And for mercy's sake , how could ...
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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