The poetical works of James R. Lowell, Band 2Ticknor and Fields., 1858 |
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... head , - For reading new books is like eating new bread , One can bear it at first , but by gradual steps he Is brought to death's door of a mental dyspepsy . On a previous stage of existence , our Hero Had ridden outside , with the ...
... head , - For reading new books is like eating new bread , One can bear it at first , but by gradual steps he Is brought to death's door of a mental dyspepsy . On a previous stage of existence , our Hero Had ridden outside , with the ...
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... head on right Yankee shoulders , whose range Has Olympus for one pole , for t'other the Ex- change ; He seems , to my thinking , ( although I'm afraid The comparison must , long ere this , have been made , ) A Plotinus - Montaigne ...
... head on right Yankee shoulders , whose range Has Olympus for one pole , for t'other the Ex- change ; He seems , to my thinking , ( although I'm afraid The comparison must , long ere this , have been made , ) A Plotinus - Montaigne ...
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... head , That he talks of things sometimes as if they were dead ; Life , nature , love , God , and affairs of that sort , He looks at as merely ideas ; in short , As if they were fossils stuck round in a cabinet , Of such vast extent that ...
... head , That he talks of things sometimes as if they were dead ; Life , nature , love , God , and affairs of that sort , He looks at as merely ideas ; in short , As if they were fossils stuck round in a cabinet , Of such vast extent that ...
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... head o'er the features of Rabe- lais ; ) - He bangs and bethwacks them , —their backs he salutes With the whole tree of knowledge torn up by the roots ; His sermons with satire are plenteously verjuiced , And he 50 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
... head o'er the features of Rabe- lais ; ) - He bangs and bethwacks them , —their backs he salutes With the whole tree of knowledge torn up by the roots ; His sermons with satire are plenteously verjuiced , And he 50 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
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... I or mere wind through her tripod was blowing ; Let his mind once get head in its favorite direction And the torrent of verse bursts the dams of reflec- tion , While , borne with the rush of the metre along A FABLE FOR CRITICS . 55.
... I or mere wind through her tripod was blowing ; Let his mind once get head in its favorite direction And the torrent of verse bursts the dams of reflec- tion , While , borne with the rush of the metre along A FABLE FOR CRITICS . 55.
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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 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 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 55 - Let his mind once get head in its favorite direction And the torrent of verse bursts the dams of reflection, While, borne with the rush of the metre along, The poet may chance to go right or go wrong, Content with the whirl and delirium of song; Then his grammar's not always correct, nor his rhymes, And he 's prone to repeat his own lyrics sometimes...
Seite 60 - When Nature was shaping him, clay was not granted For making so full-sized a man as she wanted, So. to fill out her model, a little she spared From some finer-grained stuff for a woman prepared, .And she could not have hit a more excellent plan For making him fully and perfectly man.
Seite 77 - What! Irving? thrice welcome, warm heart and fine brain, You bring back the happiest spirit from Spain, And the gravest sweet humor, that ever were there Since Cervantes met death in his gentle despair; Nay, don't be embarrassed, nor look so beseeching, I shan't run directly against my own preaching, And, having just laughed at their Raphaels and Dantes, Go to setting you up beside matchless Cervantes; But allow me to speak what I honestly feel,— To a true...
Seite 208 - Ez long ez, like a lumberman, I git jest wut I axes; I go free-trade thru thick an' thin, Because it kind o' rouses The folks to vote, — an' keeps us in Our quiet custom-houses.
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
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 209 - I du in interest. I du believe in bein' this Or thet, ez it may happen One way or t' other hendiest is To ketch the people nappin' ; It aint by princerples nor men My preudunt course is steadied, — I scent wich pays the best, an