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... fire , Then all together , when the signal came , Discharged their a - b abs against the dame , Who , ' mid the volleyed learning , firm and calm , Patted the furloughed ferule on her palm , And , to our wonder , could detect at once ...
... fire , Then all together , when the signal came , Discharged their a - b abs against the dame , Who , ' mid the volleyed learning , firm and calm , Patted the furloughed ferule on her palm , And , to our wonder , could detect at once ...
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... of disposition , seldom roused to open flame ? An un- restrained intercourse with fire probably conducive to generosity and hospitality of soul . Ancient Mexicans used stoves , as the friar Augustin Ruiz reports , xxvi INTRODUCTION .
... of disposition , seldom roused to open flame ? An un- restrained intercourse with fire probably conducive to generosity and hospitality of soul . Ancient Mexicans used stoves , as the friar Augustin Ruiz reports , xxvi INTRODUCTION .
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... fire of the training - field , and when I remember that some military enthusiasts , through haste , inexperience , or an over - desire to lend reality to those fictitious combats , will sometimes discharge their ramrods , I can- not but ...
... fire of the training - field , and when I remember that some military enthusiasts , through haste , inexperience , or an over - desire to lend reality to those fictitious combats , will sometimes discharge their ramrods , I can- not but ...
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... fire , and thereby silenced a Manichæan antagonist who had less of the salamander in him . As for those who quarrel in print , I have no concern with them here , since the eyelids are a Divinely- granted shield against all such ...
... fire , and thereby silenced a Manichæan antagonist who had less of the salamander in him . As for those who quarrel in print , I have no concern with them here , since the eyelids are a Divinely- granted shield against all such ...
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... fire - flaming soul in thee , for thee also this life of ours has not been without its aspects of heavenliest pity and laughingest mirth . Conceivable enough ! Through coarse Thersites - cloak , we have revelation of the heart , wild ...
... fire - flaming soul in thee , for thee also this life of ours has not been without its aspects of heavenliest pity and laughingest mirth . Conceivable enough ! Through coarse Thersites - cloak , we have revelation of the heart , wild ...
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Seite 34 - 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 8 - 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 77 - An' me to recommend a man The place 'ould jest about fit. I du believe in special ways 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 36 - Parson Wilbur sez he never heerd in his life Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats, An" marched round in front of a drum an' a fife, To git some on "em office, an' some on 'em votes; But John P.
Seite 2 - Rooster's tales stuck onto his hat and eenamost enuf brass a bobbin up and down on his shoulders and figureed onto his coat and trousis, let alone wut nater hed sot in his featers, to make a 6 pounder out on. wal, Hosea he com home considerabal riled, and arter I'd gone to bed I heern Him a thrashin round like a shorttailed Bull in fli-time.
Seite 35 - 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 contty, An' John P. Robinson he Sez this is his view o
Seite 48 - 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 67 - An' the slaves thet we oilers make the most out on Air them north o' Mason an' Dixon's line," Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he ; — " Fer all thet," sez Mangum, '"T would be better to hang 'em, An' so git red on 'em soon," sez he. "The mass ough' to labor an' we lay on soffies, Thet 'a the reason I want to spread Freedom's aree ; It puts all the cunninest on us in office, An' reelises our Maker's orig'nal idee,
Seite 75 - sa kind o' thing Thet don't agree with niggers. I du believe the people want A tax on teas an' coffees, Thet nothin' aint extra vygunt, — Purvidin' I 'm in office ; Fer I hev loved my country sence My eye-teeth filled their sockets, An' Uncle Sam I reverence, Partic'larly his pockets.
Seite 10 - Let our dear old Bay State proudly Put the trumpet to her mouth, Let her ring this messidge loudly In the ears of all the South: — 'I'll return ye 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 trailer, Jest ez suits your mean idees, — Here I stand a tyrant-hater, An' the friend o' God an