The Writings of James Russell Lowell ...: PoemsPrinted at the Riverside Press, 1890 |
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... means of brass , wood , and sheepskin , makes the circuit of our startled village streets . Then , as the exciting sounds draw nearer and nearer , do I desiderate those eyes of Aristarchus , " whose looks were as a breeching to a boy ...
... means of brass , wood , and sheepskin , makes the circuit of our startled village streets . Then , as the exciting sounds draw nearer and nearer , do I desiderate those eyes of Aristarchus , " whose looks were as a breeching to a boy ...
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... means it has come about that my children will be deprived of a never - wearying winter evening's amusement in looking out the name of their parent in that distinguished roll . Those harmless inno- cents had at least committed no but I ...
... means it has come about that my children will be deprived of a never - wearying winter evening's amusement in looking out the name of their parent in that distinguished roll . Those harmless inno- cents had at least committed no but I ...
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... means , cut no great dash , And paid his debts in honest cash . On tother hand , his brother South Lived very much from hand to mouth , Played gentleman , nursed dainty hands , Borrowed North's money on his lands , And culled his morals ...
... means , cut no great dash , And paid his debts in honest cash . On tother hand , his brother South Lived very much from hand to mouth , Played gentleman , nursed dainty hands , Borrowed North's money on his lands , And culled his morals ...
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... good fer evil Much ez we frail mortils can , But I wun't go help the Devil Makin ' man the cus o ' man ; Call me coward , call me traiter , Jest ez suits your mean idees , - Here I stand a tyrant - hater , An ' THE BIGLOW PAPERS 49.
... good fer evil Much ez we frail mortils can , But I wun't go help the Devil Makin ' man the cus o ' man ; Call me coward , call me traiter , Jest ez suits your mean idees , - Here I stand a tyrant - hater , An ' THE BIGLOW PAPERS 49.
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... Site of a feller with a muskit as I du pizn But their is fun to a cornwallis I aint agoin ' to deny it.-H. B. 2 he means Not quite so fur I guess . - H . B. An ' in the hardest times there wuz I ollers THE BIGLOW PAPERS 53.
... Site of a feller with a muskit as I du pizn But their is fun to a cornwallis I aint agoin ' to deny it.-H. B. 2 he means Not quite so fur I guess . - H . B. An ' in the hardest times there wuz I ollers THE BIGLOW PAPERS 53.
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Seite 245 - Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, But why did you kick me down stairs...
Seite 211 - GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder. An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'Ith no one nigh to hender.
Seite 10 - Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — 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...
Seite 67 - s ben true to one party, — an' thet is himself ; — So John P. Robinson he Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C. Gineral C. he goes in fer the war ; He don't vally principle more 'n an old cud ; Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer, But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an
Seite 101 - O' prayin' an' convartin' ; The bread comes back in many days, An' buttered, tu, fer sartin ; I mean in preyin' till one busts On wut the party chooses, An' in convartin' public trusts To very privit uses.
Seite 110 - I stan' upon the Constitution, Ez preudunt statesmun say, who 've planned A way to git the most profusion 0' chances ez to -ware they '11 stand. Ez fer the war, I go agin it, — I mean to say I kind o' du, — Thet is, I mean thet, bein...
Seite 46 - Ez fer war, I call it murder, — There you hev it plain an' flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that; God hez sed so plump an' fairly, It's ez long ez it is broad, An' you've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.
Seite 214 - em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun
Seite 211 - ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — 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 213 - A-raspin' on the scraper, — All ways to once her feelins flew Like sparks in burnt-up paper. He kin' o' 1'itered on the mat, Some doubtfle o' the sekle, His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity Zekle.