The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... thet gran'ther Young Fetched back frum Concord busted . The wannut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest , bless her ! An ' leetle fires danced all about The chiny on the dresser . The very room , coz she wuz in , Looked warm frum ...
... thet gran'ther Young Fetched back frum Concord busted . The wannut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest , bless her ! An ' leetle fires danced all about The chiny on the dresser . The very room , coz she wuz in , Looked warm frum ...
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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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... thet leowered upun eour heouse In the deep buzzum o ' the oshin buried ; Neow air eour breows beound ' ith victorious wreaths ; Eour breused arms hung up fer monimunce ; Eour starn alarums changed to merry meetins , Eour dreffle marches ...
... thet leowered upun eour heouse In the deep buzzum o ' the oshin buried ; Neow air eour breows beound ' ith victorious wreaths ; Eour breused arms hung up fer monimunce ; Eour starn alarums changed to merry meetins , Eour dreffle marches ...
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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 Yankee renegaders , ) Thru the vartu o ' the North ! We begin to think it's nater To take sarse an ' not be riled ; - Who ...
James Russell Lowell. Them thet rule us , them slave - traders , Haint they cut a thunderin ' swarth , ( Helped by Yankee renegaders , ) Thru the vartu o ' the North ! We begin to think it's nater To take sarse an ' not be riled ; - Who ...
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