The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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第 14 頁
... round the globe with a puff of his breath for a gale , will visit , in barely ten minutes , all climes , and find Northwestern passages hundreds of times . Or , suppose the young Poet fresh stored with de- lights from that Bible of ...
... round the globe with a puff of his breath for a gale , will visit , in barely ten minutes , all climes , and find Northwestern passages hundreds of times . Or , suppose the young Poet fresh stored with de- lights from that Bible of ...
第 24 頁
... boots all your grist ? it can never be ground Till a breeze makes the arms of the windmill go round , ( Or , if ' tis a water - mill , alter the metaphor , And say it won't stir , save the wheel be 24 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
... boots all your grist ? it can never be ground Till a breeze makes the arms of the windmill go round , ( Or , if ' tis a water - mill , alter the metaphor , And say it won't stir , save the wheel be 24 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
第 30 頁
... round it , And , reporting each circumstance just as he found it , Without the least malice , —his record would be Profoundly æsthetic as that of a flea , Which , supping on Wordsworth , should print , for our sakes , Recollections of ...
... round it , And , reporting each circumstance just as he found it , Without the least malice , —his record would be Profoundly æsthetic as that of a flea , Which , supping on Wordsworth , should print , for our sakes , Recollections of ...
第 31 頁
James Russell Lowell. To the grave polar bears sitting round on the ice , All shortening their grace , to be in for a slice ; Or , if he found nobody else there to pother , Why , one of his legs would just trip up the other , For there's ...
James Russell Lowell. To the grave polar bears sitting round on the ice , All shortening their grace , to be in for a slice ; Or , if he found nobody else there to pother , Why , one of his legs would just trip up the other , For there's ...
第 37 頁
... round every corner , And into each hole where a weasel might pass in , Expecting the knife of some critic assassin , Who stabs to the heart with a caricature , Not so bad as those daubs of the Sun , to be sure , Yet done with a dagger ...
... round every corner , And into each hole where a weasel might pass in , Expecting the knife of some critic assassin , Who stabs to the heart with a caricature , Not so bad as those daubs of the Sun , to be sure , Yet done with a dagger ...
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第 171 頁 - GUVENER 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...
第 60 頁 - T is as if a rough oak that for ages had stood, With his gnarled bony branches like ribs of the wood, Should bloom, after cycles of struggle and scathe, With a single anemone trembly and rathe...
第 150 頁 - Freedom's airy Tell they're pupple in the face, — It's a grand gret cemetary Per 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
第 104 頁 - 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 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 44 頁 - C. labors to get at the centre, and then Take a reckoning from there of his actions and men ; E. calmly assumes the said centre as granted, And, given himself, has whatever is wanted.
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 72 頁 - Why, there is not a bard at this moment alive More willing than he that his fellows should thrive; While you are abusing him thus, even now He would help either one of you out of a slough; You may say that...
第 81 頁 - There's Holmes, who is matchless among you for wit ; A Leyden-jar always full-charged, from which flit The electrical tingles of hit after hit ; In long poems...
第 105 頁 - He stood a spell on one foot fust, Then stood a spell on t'other, An' on which one he felt the wust He couldn't ha