The Writings of James Russell Lowell ...: PoemsPrinted at the Riverside Press, 1892 |
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... feel a kind o ' in a cart , aridin ' to the gallus . But wen it comes to bein ' killed , I tell streaked - ye I felt The fust time ' t ever I found out wy baggonets wuz peaked ; Here's how it wuz : I started out to go to a fan- dango ...
... feel a kind o ' in a cart , aridin ' to the gallus . But wen it comes to bein ' killed , I tell streaked - ye I felt The fust time ' t ever I found out wy baggonets wuz peaked ; Here's how it wuz : I started out to go to a fan- dango ...
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... feel a mite skeery , Our slaves in their darkness an ' dut air tu blest Not to welcome with proud hallylugers the ery Wen our eagle kicks yourn from the naytional nest , " Sez John C. Calhoun , sez he ; - " Oh , " sez Westcott o ...
... feel a mite skeery , Our slaves in their darkness an ' dut air tu blest Not to welcome with proud hallylugers the ery Wen our eagle kicks yourn from the naytional nest , " Sez John C. Calhoun , sez he ; - " Oh , " sez Westcott o ...
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... feel that I , too , unknown and unheard of , am yet of some import to my fellows . For , through my newspaper here , do not families take pains to send me , an entire stranger , news of a death among them ? Are not here two who would ...
... feel that I , too , unknown and unheard of , am yet of some import to my fellows . For , through my newspaper here , do not families take pains to send me , an entire stranger , news of a death among them ? Are not here two who would ...
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... feel obleeged to say They hate an ' cuss the very thing they vote fer every day , Say you're assured I go full butt fer Libbaty's dif- fusion An ' made the purchis on'y jest to spite the Insti- tootion ; But , golly ! there's the ...
... feel obleeged to say They hate an ' cuss the very thing they vote fer every day , Say you're assured I go full butt fer Libbaty's dif- fusion An ' made the purchis on'y jest to spite the Insti- tootion ; But , golly ! there's the ...
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... feel consid'able elated , An ' wile the hooraw o ' the thing wuz kind o ' noo an ' fresh , I thought our ticket would ha ' caird the country with a resh . Sence I've come hum , though , an ' looked round , I think I seem to find Strong ...
... feel consid'able elated , An ' wile the hooraw o ' the thing wuz kind o ' noo an ' fresh , I thought our ticket would ha ' caird the country with a resh . Sence I've come hum , though , an ' looked round , I think I seem to find Strong ...
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