The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...: Complete in Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... tell o't , Is that you have your slaves , and the Greek had his helot . " . Here a gentleman present , who had in his attic More pepper than brains , shrieked- " The man's a fanatic , I'm a capital tailor with warm tar and feathers ...
... tell o't , Is that you have your slaves , and the Greek had his helot . " . Here a gentleman present , who had in his attic More pepper than brains , shrieked- " The man's a fanatic , I'm a capital tailor with warm tar and feathers ...
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... tell you what Snooks said about the new poet , * Or how Fogrum was outraged by Tennyson's Prin- cess ; He has spent all his spare time and intellect since his Birth in perusing , on each art and science , Just the books in which no one ...
... tell you what Snooks said about the new poet , * Or how Fogrum was outraged by Tennyson's Prin- cess ; He has spent all his spare time and intellect since his Birth in perusing , on each art and science , Just the books in which no one ...
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... tell which pleases her most , to relieve His want , or his story to hear and believe ; No doubt against many deep ... telling her once of a marvellous aloe That for thousands of years had looked spindling and sallow , And , though nursed ...
... tell which pleases her most , to relieve His want , or his story to hear and believe ; No doubt against many deep ... telling her once of a marvellous aloe That for thousands of years had looked spindling and sallow , And , though nursed ...
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... are right epic , they tell how this rude Rock - rib of our earth here was tamed and sub- dued ; Thou hast written them plain on the face of the planet In brave , deathless letters of iron and granite ; A FABLE FOR CRITICS . : 79.
... are right epic , they tell how this rude Rock - rib of our earth here was tamed and sub- dued ; Thou hast written them plain on the face of the planet In brave , deathless letters of iron and granite ; A FABLE FOR CRITICS . : 79.
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... tell it's tender ; ' Taint wuth a snap afore it's ripe . " Sez Joe , “ I'd jest ez lives eat tripe ; You air a buster ter suppose I'd eat what makes me hole my nose ! " So they disputed to an ' fro Till cunnin ' Isrel sez to Joe " Don't ...
... tell it's tender ; ' Taint wuth a snap afore it's ripe . " Sez Joe , “ I'd jest ez lives eat tripe ; You air a buster ter suppose I'd eat what makes me hole my nose ! " So they disputed to an ' fro Till cunnin ' Isrel sez to Joe " Don't ...
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