The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...: Complete in Two Volumes, Band 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... letters of hers , now , to toss over , I might turn for the nonce a Byronic philosopher , And bewitch all the flats by bemoaning the loss of her . One needs something tangible , though to begin on- A loom , as it were , for the fancy to ...
... letters of hers , now , to toss over , I might turn for the nonce a Byronic philosopher , And bewitch all the flats by bemoaning the loss of her . One needs something tangible , though to begin on- A loom , as it were , for the fancy to ...
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... letters ; Far happier than many a literary hack , He bore only paper - mill rags on his back ; ( For it makes a vast difference which side the mill One expends on the paper his labor and skill ; ) So , when his soul waited a new ...
... letters ; Far happier than many a literary hack , He bore only paper - mill rags on his back ; ( For it makes a vast difference which side the mill One expends on the paper his labor and skill ; ) So , when his soul waited a new ...
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... letters a bloody conspiracy , They are all by my personal enemies written ; I must post an anonymous letter to Britain , And show that this gall is the merest suggestion Of spite at my zeal on the Copyright question , For , on this side ...
... letters a bloody conspiracy , They are all by my personal enemies written ; I must post an anonymous letter to Britain , And show that this gall is the merest suggestion Of spite at my zeal on the Copyright question , For , on this side ...
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... letter ; He seems piling words , but there's royal dust hid In the heart of each sky - piercing pyramid . While he talks he is great , but goes out like a taper , If you shut him up closely with pen , ink , and paper ; Yet his fingers ...
... letter ; He seems piling words , but there's royal dust hid In the heart of each sky - piercing pyramid . While he talks he is great , but goes out like a taper , If you shut him up closely with pen , ink , and paper ; Yet his fingers ...
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... letters , too soon is as bad as too late , Could he only have waited he might have been great , But he plumped into Helicon up to the waist , And muddied the stream ere he took his first taste . " There is Hawthorne , with genius so ...
... letters , too soon is as bad as too late , Could he only have waited he might have been great , But he plumped into Helicon up to the waist , And muddied the stream ere he took his first taste . " There is Hawthorne , with genius so ...
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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 - 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 152 - S jest to make him fill its pus. Want to tackle me in, du ye? I expect you'll hev to wait; Wen cold lead puts daylight thru ye You'll begin to kal'late; S'pose the crows wun't fall to pickin' All the carkiss from your bones, Coz you helped to give a lickin' To them poor half-Spanish drones? Jest go home an...
Seite 184 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for not without dust and heat.
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 ; His strength is so tender, his...
Seite 105 - An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk Ez though she wished him furder, An' on her apples kep' to work, Parin
Seite 61 - I'd lay any bet that, without ever quitting Their box, they'd be all, to a man, for acquitting. He has drawn you one character, though, that is new, One wildflower he's plucked that is wet with the dew Of this fresh Western world...
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 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 151 - Trainin' round in bobtail coats, — But it's curus Christian dooty This 'ere cuttin' folks's throats. They may talk o' Freedom's airy Tell they're pupple in the face,^ It's a grand gret cemetary Fer 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