The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 656 страница |
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... larn by heart ; Laborin ' man an ' laborin ' woman Hev one glory an ' one shame . Ev'y thin ' thet ' s done inhuman Injers all on ' em the same . 80 ' Taint by turnin ' out to hack folks You ' re agoin ' to git your right , Nor by ...
... larn by heart ; Laborin ' man an ' laborin ' woman Hev one glory an ' one shame . Ev'y thin ' thet ' s done inhuman Injers all on ' em the same . 80 ' Taint by turnin ' out to hack folks You ' re agoin ' to git your right , Nor by ...
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... larn agin , They all on ' em know the old toon , ' sez he . ' The slavery question aint no ways bewilderin , ' North an ' South hev one int'rest , it's plain to a glance ; No'thern men , like us patriarchs , 60 don't sell their childrin ...
... larn agin , They all on ' em know the old toon , ' sez he . ' The slavery question aint no ways bewilderin , ' North an ' South hev one int'rest , it's plain to a glance ; No'thern men , like us patriarchs , 60 don't sell their childrin ...
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... larn to go without it , An ' not allow myself to be no gret put out about it . Now , le ' me see , thet is n't all ; I used , ' fore leavin ' Jaalam , To count things on my finger - eends , but sutthin ' seems to ail ' em : Ware ' s my ...
... larn to go without it , An ' not allow myself to be no gret put out about it . Now , le ' me see , thet is n't all ; I used , ' fore leavin ' Jaalam , To count things on my finger - eends , but sutthin ' seems to ail ' em : Ware ' s my ...
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... larn him readin ' , tu ( although the crittur saw How much it hut my morril sense to act agin the law ) , So'st he could read a Bible he'd gut ; an ' axed ef I could pint The North Star out ; but there I put his nose some out o ' jint ...
... larn him readin ' , tu ( although the crittur saw How much it hut my morril sense to act agin the law ) , So'st he could read a Bible he'd gut ; an ' axed ef I could pint The North Star out ; but there I put his nose some out o ' jint ...
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... larn ; they dunno how to go , Arter you want their room , no more ' n a bullet - headed beau ; Ther ' ' s ollers chaps a - hangin ' roun ' thet can't see peatime's past , Mis'ble as roosters in a rain , heads down an ' tails half - mast ...
... larn ; they dunno how to go , Arter you want their room , no more ' n a bullet - headed beau ; Ther ' ' s ollers chaps a - hangin ' roun ' thet can't see peatime's past , Mis'ble as roosters in a rain , heads down an ' tails half - mast ...
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