The Biglow PapersTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 175 страница |
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... truth to those whose fortunate edu- cation began in a country village . And , first , let us hang up his charcoal portrait of the school- dame . " Propt on the marsh , a dwelling now , I see The humble school - house of my A , B , C ...
... truth to those whose fortunate edu- cation began in a country village . And , first , let us hang up his charcoal portrait of the school- dame . " Propt on the marsh , a dwelling now , I see The humble school - house of my A , B , C ...
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... truth , belonged , not to their subject , but to their own niggard and un- skilful pencil . New England was not so much the colony of - a mother country , as a Hagar driven forth in- to the wilderness . The little self - exiled band ...
... truth , belonged , not to their subject , but to their own niggard and un- skilful pencil . New England was not so much the colony of - a mother country , as a Hagar driven forth in- to the wilderness . The little self - exiled band ...
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... Truth puts the bugle to her lips and sounds a march to the heights of wider - viewed intelligence and more perfect organization.— H. W. ] MISTER BUCKINUM , the follerin Billet was writ hum by a Yung feller of our town that wuz cussed ...
... Truth puts the bugle to her lips and sounds a march to the heights of wider - viewed intelligence and more perfect organization.— H. W. ] MISTER BUCKINUM , the follerin Billet was writ hum by a Yung feller of our town that wuz cussed ...
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... truth in quarters inaccessible to the ordinary missionary . I have seen lads , unimpregnate with the more sublimated punctiliousness of Walton , secure pickerel , taking their unwary siesta beneath the lily - pads too nigh the sur- face ...
... truth in quarters inaccessible to the ordinary missionary . I have seen lads , unimpregnate with the more sublimated punctiliousness of Walton , secure pickerel , taking their unwary siesta beneath the lily - pads too nigh the sur- face ...
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... Truth and Falsehood start from the same point , and sometimes even go along together for a little way , his business is to follow the path of the latter after it diverges , and to show her floundering in the bog at the end of it . Truth ...
... Truth and Falsehood start from the same point , and sometimes even go along together for a little way , his business is to follow the path of the latter after it diverges , and to show her floundering in the bog at the end of it . Truth ...
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Страница 34 - B. is a sensible man; He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks; He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can, An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes; — But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My! aint it terrible? Wut shall we du? We can't never choose him, o...
Страница 8 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
Страница 77 - An' me to recommend a man The place 'ould jest about fit. I du believe in special ways O' prayin' an' convartin'; The bread comes back in many days, An' buttered, tu, fer sartin ; I mean in preyin' till one busts On wut the party chooses, An' in convartin' public trusts To very privit uses.
Страница 36 - Parson Wilbur sez he 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.
Страница 2 - Rooster's tales stuck onto his hat and eenamost enuf brass a bobbin up and down on his shoulders and figureed onto his coat and trousis, let alone wut nater hed sot in his featers, to make a 6 pounder out on. wal, Hosea he com home considerabal riled, and arter I'd gone to bed I heern Him a thrashin round like a shorttailed Bull in fli-time.
Страница 35 - Polk, you know, he is our country; An' the angel thet writes all our sins in a book Puts the debit to him, an' to us the per contty, An' John P. Robinson he Sez this is his view o
Страница 48 - 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 67 - An' the slaves thet we oilers make the most out on Air them north o' Mason an' Dixon's line," Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he ; — " Fer all thet," sez Mangum, '"T would be better to hang 'em, An' so git red on 'em soon," sez he. "The mass ough' to labor an' we lay on soffies, Thet 'a the reason I want to spread Freedom's aree ; It puts all the cunninest on us in office, An' reelises our Maker's orig'nal idee,
Страница 75 - sa kind o' thing Thet don't agree with niggers. I du believe the people want A tax on teas an' coffees, Thet nothin' aint extra vygunt, — Purvidin' I 'm in office ; Fer I hev loved my country sence My eye-teeth filled their sockets, An' Uncle Sam I reverence, Partic'larly his pockets.
Страница 10 - Let our dear old Bay State proudly Put the trumpet to her mouth, Let her ring this messidge loudly In the ears of all the 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 trailer, Jest ez suits your mean idees, — Here I stand a tyrant-hater, An' the friend o' God an