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Страница 73 - and from our Milton, who says,—"I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without
Страница 61 - Parson Wilbur sez lie never heerd in his life Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats, An' marched round in front of a drum an' a fife, To git some on 'em office, an' some on 'em votes ; But John P. Robinson he Sez they did n't know every thin
Страница 33 - it's curus Christian dooty This ere cuttin' folks's throats. They may talk o' Freedom's airy Tell they 're pupple in the face,— It 's a grand gret cemetary Fer the barthrights of our race; They jest want this Californy So 's to lug new slave-states in To abuse ye, an' to scorn ye, An
Страница 36 - Help the strong to grind the feeble, Help the many agin the few, Help the men thet call your people Witewashed slaves an' peddlin' crew ! Massachusetts, God forgive her, She "s akneelin' with the rest, She, thet ough' to ha' clung fer ever In her grand old eagle-nest; She thet
Страница 101 - I DU believe in Freedom's cause, Ez fur away ez Paris is; I love to see her stick her claws In them infarnal Pharisees ; \: • It's wal enough agin a king To dror resolves an' triggers,— But libbaty 's a kind o' thing » Thet don't agree with, niggers.
Страница 38 - break my heart; Men hed ough' to put asunder Them thet God has noways jined ; An' I should n't gretly wonder Ef there 's thousands o' my mind. [The first recruiting sergeant on record I conceive to have been that individual who is mentioned in the Book of Job as going to and fro
Страница 103 - hard money is, Ez long ez mine 's paid punctooaL I du believe with all my soul In the gret Press's freedom, To pint the people to the goal An' in the traces lea.d 'em; Palsied the arm thet forges yokes At my fat contracts squintin',
Страница 104 - I du in interest. I du believe in bein' this Or thet, ez it may happen One way or t' other hendiest is To ketch the people nappin'; It aint by princerples nor men My preudunt course is steadied,— I scent wich pays the best, an
Страница 61 - down in Judee. Wai, it's a marcy we Ve gut folks to tell us The rights an' the wrongs o' these matters, I vow,— God sends country lawyers, an' other wise fellers, To drive the world's team wen it gits in a slough
Страница 31 - them nigger-driviu' States. 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 'd expect to see a tater All on eend at bein