The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell, Том 2

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Страница 208 - I mean in preyin' till one busts On wut the party chooses, An' in convartin' public trusts To very privit uses. I du believe hard coin the stuff Fer...
Страница 60 - T is as if a rough oak that for ages had stood, With his gnarled bony branches like ribs of the wood, Should bloom, after cycles of struggle and scathe, With a single anemone trembly and rathe ; His strength is so tender, his...
Страница 219 - I stan' upon the Constitution, Ez preudunt statesmun say, who 've planned A way to git the most profusion O' chances ez to ware they '11 stand. Ez fer the war, I go agin it, — I mean to say I kind o' du, — Thet is, I mean thet, bein...
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Страница 60 - When Nature was shaping him, clay was not granted For making so full-sized a man as she wanted, So. to fill out her model, a little she spared From some finer-grained stuff for a woman prepared, .And she could not have hit a more excellent plan For making him fully and perfectly man.
Страница 207 - But libbaty's a kind o' thing Thet don't agree with niggers. I du believe the people want A tax on teas an...
Страница 184 - 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 dust and heat.
Страница 208 - Uncle Sam I reverence, Partic'larly his pockets. I du believe in any plan O' levyin' the taxes, Ez long ez, like a lumberman, I git jest wut I axes : I go free-trade thru thick an' thin, Because it kind o' rouses The folks to vote, — an' keeps us in Our quiet custom-houses.
Страница 151 - Trainin' round in bobtail coats, — But 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 209 - An' gives a good-sized junk to all, — I don't care how 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...

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