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... 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 ' ask our Nancy Wether I'd be sech a goose Ez to jine ye , guess you'd fancy The etarnal ...
... 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 ' ask our Nancy Wether I'd be sech a goose Ez to jine ye , guess you'd fancy The etarnal ...
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... 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.
... 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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... sed tother maid better meeter , but he said tha was eddykated peepl to Boston and tha would n't stan ' it no how . idnow as tha wood and idnow as tha wood . — H. B. - ( Come , thet wun't du , you landcrab there THE BIGLOW PAPERS 57.
... sed tother maid better meeter , but he said tha was eddykated peepl to Boston and tha would n't stan ' it no how . idnow as tha wood and idnow as tha wood . — H. B. - ( Come , thet wun't du , you landcrab there THE BIGLOW PAPERS 57.
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James Russell Lowell Charles Eliot Norton. ( Come , thet wun't du , you landcrab there , I tell ye to le ' go my toe ! My gracious ! it's a scorpion thet's took a shine to play with ' t , I darsn't skeer the tarnal thing fer fear he'd ...
James Russell Lowell Charles Eliot Norton. ( Come , thet wun't du , you landcrab there , I tell ye to le ' go my toe ! My gracious ! it's a scorpion thet's took a shine to play with ' t , I darsn't skeer the tarnal thing fer fear he'd ...
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... Wun't much longer be classed with the birds thet air regal , Coz theirn be hooked beaks , an ' she , arter this slaughter , ' ll bring back a bill ten times longer'n she'd ough ' to ? Wut's your name ? Come , I see ye , you up - coun ...
... Wun't much longer be classed with the birds thet air regal , Coz theirn be hooked beaks , an ' she , arter this slaughter , ' ll bring back a bill ten times longer'n she'd ough ' to ? Wut's your name ? Come , I see ye , you up - coun ...
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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.