Tethered Truants: Being Essays, Sketches and PoemsSullivan Printing Works, 1897 - 199 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
æsthetic sense allus Anna Lide at's Bill bleve bout brain cause closte dear death depends devil dialect divine doctor doctrine doggerel dream e'er erethism eternal Ethline existence eyes fact frum glory God's Goldin Hair grandmother's yard gyrl Hanks head heart heaven heerd human ideal imate impossible Irene JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Jimsy jined Jingo John Uri Lloyd Jonas jugulate kissed know'd laugh let a body light literary Lizabeth Ann marvelous matter mebbe mental mighty mind natural never night o'er occult Oscar Wilde philosophy play poem poet poetic poetry possible PRETERIST psychic purty religion RHYMIC rouster sech Seth short story smile soul spirit squire Stellaline sweet taste telegraphy tell th'ough theory thing thought thout tion true truth tuck Twas ultimate Walt Whitman Whitman winna let worl writer
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 155 - Who sows the tares on the fields of time wherever God sows his wheat? The devil is voted not to be, and of course the thing is true ; But who is doing the kind of work that the devil alone should do?
Seite 5 - I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase " a long poem " is simply a flat contradiction in terms.
Seite 155 - But who is mixing the fatal draught that palsies heart and brain, And loads the bier of each passing year with ten hundred thousand slain? Who blights the bloom of the land to-day with the fiery breath of hell, If the Devil isn't and never was ? Won't somebody rise and tell ? Who dogs the steps of the toiling saint, and digs the pits for his feet?
Seite 155 - Men don't believe in a Devil now, as their fathers used to do; They've forced the door of the broadest creed to let his majesty through; There isn'ta print of his cloven foot, or a fiery dart from his bow, To be found in earth or air to-day, for the world has voted so.
Seite 51 - Little Jack Horner Sat in a corner Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!
Seite 155 - How the frauds and crimes of a single day spring up ? We want to know. The devil was fairly voted out, and of course the devil's gone ; But simple people would like to know who carries his business on.
Seite 184 - There is no other name under heaven whereby you can be saved, but that of Christ.
Seite 197 - yes," and turned very pale. Upon examining him on the next evening, I became convinced that the vital forces had misconstrued the remedies and that a congeries of retroabsorptions had resulted. I then wrote out the following prescription : — R.
Seite 197 - A teaspoonful every hour. When the wife presented the prescription to the druggist he instantly dropped dead ! The patient is up and about, but something is wrong with his Broca's convolution — he mutters in a multi-syllabic lingo that is intelligible only to modern pharmacal chemists. I am in hiding where the spiral melody of the woodbine that twineth blendeth ever with the sweet, low, soothing, murmurous quadrisyllable, rhythmic rune of the gentle polygonum punctatum.
Seite 50 - I'll work that young man off in the highest style of art ; I'll send a raging colony careering through his veins, And they shall soak his system with a choice lot of ptomaines. O, I'm of the choleraic sort, and the epidemic brand, And you may bet the victim knows whenever I'm on hand; For I raise a rumpus in his guts, like a slowly-bursting bomb, Which only ends, as a general thing, when he reaches kingdom come.