The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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Sivu 138
... dreffle marches to delightful measures . Grim - visaged war heth smeuthed his wrinkled front , An ' neow , instid o ' mountin ' barebid steeds To fright the souls o ' ferfle edverseries , He capers nimly in a lady's chămber , To the ...
... dreffle marches to delightful measures . Grim - visaged war heth smeuthed his wrinkled front , An ' neow , instid o ' mountin ' barebid steeds To fright the souls o ' ferfle edverseries , He capers nimly in a lady's chămber , To the ...
Sivu 148
... dreffle tickled with ' em as i hoop you will Be , and said they wuz True grit . Hosea ses taint hardly fair to call ' em hisn now , cos the parson kind o ' slicked off sum o ' the last varses , but he told Hosee he didnt want to put his ...
... dreffle tickled with ' em as i hoop you will Be , and said they wuz True grit . Hosea ses taint hardly fair to call ' em hisn now , cos the parson kind o ' slicked off sum o ' the last varses , but he told Hosee he didnt want to put his ...
Sivu 149
... dreffle graspin ' set , We must ollers blow the bellers Wen they want their irons het ; May be it's all right ez preachin ' , But my narves it kind o ' grates , Wen I see the overreachin ' O ' them nigger - drivin ' States . Them thet ...
... dreffle graspin ' set , We must ollers blow the bellers Wen they want their irons het ; May be it's all right ez preachin ' , But my narves it kind o ' grates , Wen I see the overreachin ' O ' them nigger - drivin ' States . Them thet ...
Sivu 159
... dreffle slick he reeled it off , ( like Blitz at our lyceum * the ignerant creeter means Sekketary ; but he ollers stuck to his books like cobbler's wax to an ile - stone . - H . B. Ahaulin ' ribbins from his chops so quick you ...
... dreffle slick he reeled it off , ( like Blitz at our lyceum * the ignerant creeter means Sekketary ; but he ollers stuck to his books like cobbler's wax to an ile - stone . - H . B. Ahaulin ' ribbins from his chops so quick you ...
Sivu 160
... dreffle kind o ' privilege Atrampin ' round thru Boston streets among the gutter's drivelage ; I act❜lly thought it wuz a treat to hear a little drummin ' , An ' it did bonyfidy seem millanyum wuz acom- in ' Wen all on us got suits ...
... dreffle kind o ' privilege Atrampin ' round thru Boston streets among the gutter's drivelage ; I act❜lly thought it wuz a treat to hear a little drummin ' , An ' it did bonyfidy seem millanyum wuz acom- in ' Wen all on us got suits ...
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Sivu 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...
Sivu 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...
Sivu 150 - Freedom's airy Tell they're pupple in the face, — It's a grand gret cemetary Per 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
Sivu 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.
Sivu 171 - An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes : But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My ! ain't it terrible ? Wut shall we du ? We can't never choose him, o' course — thet 's flat ; Guess we shall hev to come round (don't you.
Sivu 44 - C. labors to get at the centre, and then Take a reckoning from there of his actions and men ; E. calmly assumes the said centre as granted, And, given himself, has whatever is wanted.
Sivu 172 - 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 contry; An' John P. Robinson he Sez this is his view o
Sivu 72 - Why, there is not a bard at this moment alive More willing than he that his fellows should thrive; While you are abusing him thus, even now He would help either one of you out of a slough; You may say that...
Sivu 81 - There's Holmes, who is matchless among you for wit ; A Leyden-jar always full-charged, from which flit The electrical tingles of hit after hit ; In long poems...
Sivu 105 - He stood a spell on one foot fust, Then stood a spell on t'other, An' on which one he felt the wust He couldn't ha