The Writings of James Russell Lowell ...: PoemsPrinted at the Riverside Press, 1892 |
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... 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 ' THE BIGLOW PAPERS 49.
... 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 ' THE BIGLOW PAPERS 49.
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... idees sot him agoin arter the Crootin Sargient cos he wore a cocktale onto his hat . his Folks gin the letter to me and i shew it to parson Wilbur and he ses it oughter Bee printed . send It to mister Buckinum , ses he , i don't ollers ...
... idees sot him agoin arter the Crootin Sargient cos he wore a cocktale onto his hat . his Folks gin the letter to me and i shew it to parson Wilbur and he ses it oughter Bee printed . send It to mister Buckinum , ses he , i don't ollers ...
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... idees o ' wut's right an ' wut aint , We kind o ' thought Christ went agin war an ' pil- lage , An ' thet eppyletts worn't the best mark of a saint ; But John P. Robinson he Sez this kind o ' thing's an exploded idee . The side of our ...
... idees o ' wut's right an ' wut aint , We kind o ' thought Christ went agin war an ' pil- lage , An ' thet eppyletts worn't the best mark of a saint ; But John P. Robinson he Sez this kind o ' thing's an exploded idee . The side of our ...
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... idees consarnin ' them , - I think they air an Institution , A sort of yes , jest so , Do I own any ? Of my merit ahem : On thet pint you yourself may jedge ; All is , I never drink no sperit , Nor I haint never signed no pledge . Ez to ...
... idees consarnin ' them , - I think they air an Institution , A sort of yes , jest so , Do I own any ? Of my merit ahem : On thet pint you yourself may jedge ; All is , I never drink no sperit , Nor I haint never signed no pledge . Ez to ...
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... mines could be gut cheaper than Chiny asters , An ' see myself acomin ' back like sixty Jacob As- tors ; But sech idees soon melted down an ' did n't leave a grease - spot ; I vow my holl sheer o ' the spiles would 120 THE BIGLOW PAPERS.
... mines could be gut cheaper than Chiny asters , An ' see myself acomin ' back like sixty Jacob As- tors ; But sech idees soon melted down an ' did n't leave a grease - spot ; I vow my holl sheer o ' the spiles would 120 THE BIGLOW PAPERS.
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