The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...: Complete in Two Volumes, Band 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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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 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