The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... that he is competent to the production of other kinds of poetry , we copy for our readers a short fragment of a ... thet gran'ther Young Fetched back frum Concord busted . The wannut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest , bless ...
... that he is competent to the production of other kinds of poetry , we copy for our readers a short fragment of a ... thet gran'ther Young Fetched back frum Concord busted . The wannut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest , bless ...
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... Thet's Deacon Peleg's tame wild - goose ; ' Sez Isrel , " I don't care a cent , I've sighted an ' I'll let her went ; " Bang ! went queen's - arm , ole gander flopped His wings a spell , an ' quorked , an ' dropped . Sez Joe , " I ...
... Thet's Deacon Peleg's tame wild - goose ; ' Sez Isrel , " I don't care a cent , I've sighted an ' I'll let her went ; " Bang ! went queen's - arm , ole gander flopped His wings a spell , an ' quorked , an ' dropped . Sez Joe , " I ...
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James Russell Lowell. for have , hendy for handy , ez for as , thet for that , and again giving it the broad sound it has in father , as hânsome for handsome . 5. To the sound ou he prefixes an e ( hard to ex- emplify otherwise than ...
James Russell Lowell. for have , hendy for handy , ez for as , thet for that , and again giving it the broad sound it has in father , as hânsome for handsome . 5. To the sound ou he prefixes an e ( hard to ex- emplify otherwise than ...
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... Thet is ketched with mouldy corn ; Put in stiff , you fifer feller , Let folks see how spry you be , — Guess you'll toot till you are yeller ' Fore you git ahold o ' me ! Thet air flag's a leetle rotten , Hope it aint your Sunday's best ...
... Thet is ketched with mouldy corn ; Put in stiff , you fifer feller , Let folks see how spry you be , — Guess you'll toot till you are yeller ' Fore you git ahold o ' me ! Thet air flag's a leetle rotten , Hope it aint your Sunday's best ...
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James Russell Lowell. Them thet rule us , them slave - traders , Haint they cut a thunderin ' swarth , ( Helped by ... that ; God hez sed so plump an ' fairly , It's ez long ez it is broad , An ' you've gut to git up airly Ef you want ...
James Russell Lowell. Them thet rule us , them slave - traders , Haint they cut a thunderin ' swarth , ( Helped by ... that ; God hez sed so plump an ' fairly , It's ez long ez it is broad , An ' you've gut to git up airly Ef you want ...
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