Melibœus-Hipponax: The Biglow papers. Second seriesTicknor & Fields, 1867 - 258 страница |
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... look upon this Introduction as a private letter to himself . When , more than twenty years ago , I wrote the first of the series , I had no definite plan and no intention of ever writing another . Thinking the Mexican war , as I think ...
... look upon this Introduction as a private letter to himself . When , more than twenty years ago , I wrote the first of the series , I had no definite plan and no intention of ever writing another . Thinking the Mexican war , as I think ...
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... look on our mother - tongue as a dead language , to be sought in the grammar and dictionary rather than in the heart , and that our only chance of escape was by seeking it at its living sources among those who were , as Scottowe says of ...
... look on our mother - tongue as a dead language , to be sought in the grammar and dictionary rather than in the heart , and that our only chance of escape was by seeking it at its living sources among those who were , as Scottowe says of ...
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... look less badly , the more they lose of their original ugliness . No one is more painfully conscious than I of the contrast between the rifle - crack of an Eng- lishman's yes and no , and the wet - fuse drawl of the same monosyllables ...
... look less badly , the more they lose of their original ugliness . No one is more painfully conscious than I of the contrast between the rifle - crack of an Eng- lishman's yes and no , and the wet - fuse drawl of the same monosyllables ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... look On sech a blessed cretur , A dogrose blushin ' to a brook Ain't modester nor sweeter . He was six foot o ' man , A 1 , Clean grit an ' human natur ' ; None could n't quicker pitch a ton Nor dror a furrer straighter . He'd sparked ...
... look On sech a blessed cretur , A dogrose blushin ' to a brook Ain't modester nor sweeter . He was six foot o ' man , A 1 , Clean grit an ' human natur ' ; None could n't quicker pitch a ton Nor dror a furrer straighter . He'd sparked ...
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Страница lxxvii - 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. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back f'om Concord busted.
Страница 40 - Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, But why did you kick me down stairs...
Страница 216 - Under the yaller-pines I house. When sunshine makes "em all sweetscented, An' hear among their furry boughs The baskin' west-wind purr contented, While 'way o'erhead, ez sweet an...
Страница lxxvii - 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.
Страница 80 - 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.
Страница 159 - Sabbath arter meetin'-time : Findin' my feelin's would n't noways rhyme With nobody's, but off the hendle flew An' took things from an east-wind pint o' view, I started off to lose me in the hills Where the pines be, up back o...
Страница 218 - em growin', Three likely lads ez wal could be, Hahnsome an' brave an' not tu knowin'? I set an' look into the blaze Whose natur', jes' like theirn, keeps climbin', Ez long 'z it lives, in shinin' ways, An' half despise myself for rhymin'.
Страница ix - In choosing the Yankee dialect, I did not aofc without forethought. It had long seemed to me that the great vice of American writing and speaking was a studied— want of -simplicity, that we were in danger of coming to look on our mother-tongue as a dead language, to be sought in the grammar and dictionary rather than in the heart, and that our only chance of escape was by seeking it at its living sources among those who were, as Scottowe says of Major-General Gibbons,
Страница lxxx - em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never vary, Like streams that keep a summer mind Snowhid in Jenooary. The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued Too tight for all expressin', Tell mother see how metters stood, An' gin 'em both her blessin'. Then her red come back like the tide Down to the Bay o' Fundy, An' all I know is they was cried In meetin' come nex
Страница 151 - 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,