The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...: Complete in Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... South insisted it was plain He ought to drive them home again , And North consented to the work Because he loved to buy cheap pork . Meanwhile , South's swine increasing fast , His farm became too small at last , So , having thought the ...
... South insisted it was plain He ought to drive them home again , And North consented to the work Because he loved to buy cheap pork . Meanwhile , South's swine increasing fast , His farm became too small at last , So , having thought the ...
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... South's swine once get the run on't No kind of farming can be done on't ; If that don't suit the other side , ' Tis best we instantly divide . But somehow South could ne'er incline This way or that to run the line , And always found ...
... South's swine once get the run on't No kind of farming can be done on't ; If that don't suit the other side , ' Tis best we instantly divide . But somehow South could ne'er incline This way or that to run the line , And always found ...
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... South , " My wheat and rye " -grief choked his mouth ; " Pray don't mind me , " said South , " but plant All of the new land that you want ; ' " Yes , but your hogs , " cried North ; " The grain Won't hurt them , " answered South again ...
... South , " My wheat and rye " -grief choked his mouth ; " Pray don't mind me , " said South , " but plant All of the new land that you want ; ' " Yes , but your hogs , " cried North ; " The grain Won't hurt them , " answered South again ...
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... South , " ' tis now too late ; I offered you the rocky corner , But you , of your own good the scorner , Refused to take it ; I am sorry ; No doubt you might have found a quarry , Perhaps a gold - mine , for aught I know , Containing ...
... South , " ' tis now too late ; I offered you the rocky corner , But you , of your own good the scorner , Refused to take it ; I am sorry ; No doubt you might have found a quarry , Perhaps a gold - mine , for aught I know , Containing ...
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... South : - " I'll return ye good fer evil Much ez we frail mortils can , But I wun't go help the Devil Makin ' man the cus o ' man ; Call me coward , call me traiter , Jest ez suits your mean idees , —— Here I stand a tyrant - hater , An ...
... South : - " I'll return ye good fer evil Much ez we frail mortils can , But I wun't go help the Devil Makin ' man the cus o ' man ; Call me coward , call me traiter , Jest ez suits your mean idees , —— Here I stand a tyrant - hater , An ...
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