The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... ghost , We'll hev the tallest kind o ' roast ; I guess our waistbands ' ll be tight ' Fore it comes ten o'clock ternight . " " I won't agree to no such bender , " Sez Isrel , " keep it tell it's tender ; ' Taint wuth a snap afore it's ...
... ghost , We'll hev the tallest kind o ' roast ; I guess our waistbands ' ll be tight ' Fore it comes ten o'clock ternight . " " I won't agree to no such bender , " Sez Isrel , " keep it tell it's tender ; ' Taint wuth a snap afore it's ...
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... ghosts fidgetting and fretting on the other side of it , because they have no means of conveying back to this world the scraps of news they have picked up in that . For there is an answer ready somewhere to every question , the great ...
... ghosts fidgetting and fretting on the other side of it , because they have no means of conveying back to this world the scraps of news they have picked up in that . For there is an answer ready somewhere to every question , the great ...
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... Ghosts , some , presumed fid- getty , ( but see Stilling's Pneumatology , ) 216 . Giants formerly stupid , 197 . Gift of tongues , distressing case of , 193 . Globe Theatre , cheap season- ticket to , 212 . Glory , a perquisite of ...
... Ghosts , some , presumed fid- getty , ( but see Stilling's Pneumatology , ) 216 . Giants formerly stupid , 197 . Gift of tongues , distressing case of , 193 . Globe Theatre , cheap season- ticket to , 212 . Glory , a perquisite of ...
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... ghost when they were dead , ” Another gravely shook his head , Adding , " from all we hear , it's Quite plain poor Knott is going mad— For how can he at once be sad And think he's full of spirits ? " A third declared he knew a knife 19 ...
... ghost when they were dead , ” Another gravely shook his head , Adding , " from all we hear , it's Quite plain poor Knott is going mad— For how can he at once be sad And think he's full of spirits ? " A third declared he knew a knife 19 ...
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... ghosts caws , as I suppose , To think that day was breaking ; Moreover what he called his park , He turned into a kind of ark For dogs , because a little bark Is a good tonic in the dark , If one is given to waking ; But things went on ...
... ghosts caws , as I suppose , To think that day was breaking ; Moreover what he called his park , He turned into a kind of ark For dogs , because a little bark Is a good tonic in the dark , If one is given to waking ; But things went on ...
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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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