Fable for critics. Bigelow papers. Unhappy lot of Mr. Knott. An oriental apologueTicknor and Fields, 1858 |
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... whole land , but will purchase a copy or two out of hand , in the fond expectation of being amused in it , by seeing his betters cut - up and abused in it . Now , I find , by a pretty exact calculation , there are something like ten ...
... whole land , but will purchase a copy or two out of hand , in the fond expectation of being amused in it , by seeing his betters cut - up and abused in it . Now , I find , by a pretty exact calculation , there are something like ten ...
第 16 頁
... whole bevy - though without the least weight , they are awfully heavy . No , my dear honest bore , surdo fabulam narras , they are no more to me than a rat in the arras . I can walk with the Doctor , get facts from the Don , or draw out ...
... whole bevy - though without the least weight , they are awfully heavy . No , my dear honest bore , surdo fabulam narras , they are no more to me than a rat in the arras . I can walk with the Doctor , get facts from the Don , or draw out ...
第 24 頁
... whole of it out of existence , — Why not use their ears , if they happen to have any ? " -Here the laurel - leaves murmured the name of poor Daphne . " O , weep with me , Daphne , " he sighed , " for you know it's A terrible thing to be ...
... whole of it out of existence , — Why not use their ears , if they happen to have any ? " -Here the laurel - leaves murmured the name of poor Daphne . " O , weep with me , Daphne , " he sighed , " for you know it's A terrible thing to be ...
第 25 頁
... Whole garden , from one end to t'other , with lilies ; A very good plan , were it not for satiety , One longs for a weed here and there , for variety ; Though a weed is no more than a flower in dis- guise , Which is seen through at once ...
... Whole garden , from one end to t'other , with lilies ; A very good plan , were it not for satiety , One longs for a weed here and there , for variety ; Though a weed is no more than a flower in dis- guise , Which is seen through at once ...
第 27 頁
... whole parish , and manage to rear Ten boys like themselves , on four hundred a year ; Who , fulfilling in turn the same fearful conditions , Either preach through their noses , or go upon missions . In this way our hero got safely to ...
... whole parish , and manage to rear Ten boys like themselves , on four hundred a year ; Who , fulfilling in turn the same fearful conditions , Either preach through their noses , or go upon missions . In this way our hero got safely to ...
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第 172 頁 - 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 contry; An' John P. Robinson he Sez this is his view o
第 171 頁 - An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes : But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My ! ain't it terrible ? Wut shall we du ? We can't never choose him, o' course — thet 's flat ; Guess we shall hev to come round (don't you.
第 104 頁 - An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — 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.
第 152 頁 - S'pose the crows wun't fall to pickin' All the carkiss from your bones, Coz you helped to give a lickin' To them poor half-Spanish drones? Jest go home an...
第 173 頁 - Our true country is that ideal realm which we represent to ourselves under the names of religion, duty, and the like. Our terrestrial organizations are but far-off approaches to SO fair a model, and all they are verily traitors who resist not any attempt to divert them from this their original intendment. When, therefore, one would have us to fling up our caps and shout with the multitude, — "Our cowntry, however bounded!
第 210 頁 - 11 keep the people in blindness,— Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash Eight inter brotherly kindness, Thet bombshells, grape, an' powder 'n' ball Air good-will's strongest magnets, Thet peace, to make it stick at all, Must be druv in with bagnets. In short, I firmly du believe In Humbug generally, Fer it's a thing thet I perceive To hev a solid vally; This heth my faithful shepherd ben, In pasturs sweet heth led me, An' this '11 keep the people green To feed ez they hev fed me.
第 90 頁 - Nature fits all her children with something to do, He who would write and can't write can surely review, Can set up a small booth as critic and sell us his Petty conceit and his pettier jealousies ; Thus a lawyer's apprentice, just out of his teens, Will do for the Jeffrey of six magazines ; Having read Johnson's lives of the poets half through...
第 199 頁 - 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's 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,
第 219 頁 - Ez fer the war, I go agin it, — I mean to say I kind o' du, — Thet is, I mean thet, bein' in it, The best way wuz to fight it thru ; Not but wut abstract war is horrid, I sign to thet with all my heart, — But civlyzation doos git forrid Sometimes upon a powder-cart. About thet darned Proviso matter I never hed a grain o' doubt, Nor I aint one my sense to scatter So 'st no one could n't pick it out ; My love fer North an...
第 151 頁 - 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