The poetical worksHoughton Mifflin, 1904 |
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Página 82 - Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'Ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in, — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. THE COURTIN'. 291 The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
Página 151 - It is a shameful and unblessed thing to take the scum of people, and wicked condemned men, to be the people with whom you plant; and not only so, but it spoileth the plantation; for they will ever live like rogues, and not fall to work, but be lazy, and do mischief, and spend victuals, and be quickly weary, and then certify over to their country to the discredit of the plantation.
Página 145 - We ain't so weak an' poor, John, With twenty million people, An' close to every door, John, A school-house an' a steeple. Ole Uncle S. sez he,
Página 150 - Judge not the preacher; for he is thy judge. If thou mislike him, thou conceiv'st him not. God calleth preaching, folly. Do not grudge To pick out treasures from an earthen pot. The worst speak something good. If all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth patience.
Página 85 - em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun
Página 260 - Come, Peace ! not like a mourner bowed For honor lost an' dear ones wasted, But proud, to meet a people proud, With eyes thet tell o' triumph tasted ! Come, with han' grippin' on the hilt, An' step thet proves ye Victory's daughter ! Longin' for you, our sperits wilt Like shipwrecked men's on raf's for water.
Página 209 - GENTLEMEN, — At the special request of Mr. Biglow, I intended to inclose, together with his own contribution, (into which, at my suggestion, he has thrown a little more of pastoral sentiment than usual,) some passages from my sermon on the day of the National Fast, from the text, " Remember them that are in bonds, as bound with them,
Página 259 - Tippin' with fire the bolt of men Thet rived the Rebel line asunder? 'Tain't right to hev the young go fust, All throbbin...
Página 82 - THE COURTIN' GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'.
Página 96 - If I did despise the cause of my man-servant, or of my maid-servant, when they contended with me; what then shall I do when God riseth up ? and when he visiteth, what shall I answer him?