The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... wonder and laugh , and when , my strained arms with their grown burthen full , I call it my Fable , they call it a bull . Having scrawled at full gallop ( as far as that goes ) in a style that is neither good verse nor bad prose , and ...
... wonder and laugh , and when , my strained arms with their grown burthen full , I call it my Fable , they call it a bull . Having scrawled at full gallop ( as far as that goes ) in a style that is neither good verse nor bad prose , and ...
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... wonder the Greeks should have swallowed them tamely , For one might bet safely whatever he has to risk , They were laid at his door by some ancient Miss Asterisk , And so dull that the men who retailed them out- doors Got the ill name ...
... wonder the Greeks should have swallowed them tamely , For one might bet safely whatever he has to risk , They were laid at his door by some ancient Miss Asterisk , And so dull that the men who retailed them out- doors Got the ill name ...
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... wonder by mere might and main And thinks it geometry's fault if she's fain To consider things flat , inasmuch as they're plain ; Facts with her are accomplished , as Frenchmen would say , They will prove all she wishes them to either ...
... wonder by mere might and main And thinks it geometry's fault if she's fain To consider things flat , inasmuch as they're plain ; Facts with her are accomplished , as Frenchmen would say , They will prove all she wishes them to either ...
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... who could daily pour In treacherous pipkins her Pierian store , She , ' mid the volleyed learning firm and calm , Patted the furloughed ferule on her palm , And , to our wonder , could divine at once INTRODUCTION . 119.
... who could daily pour In treacherous pipkins her Pierian store , She , ' mid the volleyed learning firm and calm , Patted the furloughed ferule on her palm , And , to our wonder , could divine at once INTRODUCTION . 119.
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James Russell Lowell. And , to our wonder , could divine at once Who flashed the pan , and who was downright dunca There young Devotion learned to climb with ease The gnarly limbs of Scripture family - trees , And he was most commended ...
James Russell Lowell. And , to our wonder , could divine at once Who flashed the pan , and who was downright dunca There young Devotion learned to climb with ease The gnarly limbs of Scripture family - trees , And he was most commended ...
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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