The Biglow PapersJohn Camden Hotten, 1859 - 175 頁 |
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... hope for , as not beyond the reach of human ambition and attainment . And I am the rather induced to this from the fact , that my name has been unaccountably dropped from the last triennial catalogue of our beloved Alma Mater . Whether ...
... hope for , as not beyond the reach of human ambition and attainment . And I am the rather induced to this from the fact , that my name has been unaccountably dropped from the last triennial catalogue of our beloved Alma Mater . Whether ...
第 19 頁
... hope her soon to join ; Her earthlye yeeres were forty and nine . " From Gravestone in Pekussett , North Parish . This is unquestionably the same John who afterward ( 1711 ) married Tabitha Hagg or Ragg . But if this were the case , she ...
... hope her soon to join ; Her earthlye yeeres were forty and nine . " From Gravestone in Pekussett , North Parish . This is unquestionably the same John who afterward ( 1711 ) married Tabitha Hagg or Ragg . But if this were the case , she ...
第 25 頁
... is ketched with mouldy corn ; Put in stiff , you fifer feller , Let folks see how spry you be , ― Guess you ' ll toot till you are yeller ' Fore you get ahold o ' me ! Thet air flag ' s a leetle rotten , Hope THE BIGLOW PAPERS . 25.
... is ketched with mouldy corn ; Put in stiff , you fifer feller , Let folks see how spry you be , ― Guess you ' ll toot till you are yeller ' Fore you get ahold o ' me ! Thet air flag ' s a leetle rotten , Hope THE BIGLOW PAPERS . 25.
第 26 頁
James Russell Lowell. Thet air flag ' s a leetle rotten , Hope it aint your Sunday's best ; - Fact ! it takes a sight o ' cotton To stuff out a soger's chest : Sence we farmers hev to pay fer ' t , Ef you must wear humps like these ...
James Russell Lowell. Thet air flag ' s a leetle rotten , Hope it aint your Sunday's best ; - Fact ! it takes a sight o ' cotton To stuff out a soger's chest : Sence we farmers hev to pay fer ' t , Ef you must wear humps like these ...
第 85 頁
... hope against sufferers in such a cause . Not all the waters of the ocean can cleanse the vile smutch of the jailer's fingers from off that little Key . Ahenea clavis , a brazen Key indeed ! Mr. Calhoun , who is made the chief speaker in ...
... hope against sufferers in such a cause . Not all the waters of the ocean can cleanse the vile smutch of the jailer's fingers from off that little Key . Ahenea clavis , a brazen Key indeed ! Mr. Calhoun , who is made the chief speaker in ...
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第 33 頁 - s thousands o' my mind. [The first recruiting sergeant on record I conceive to have been that individual who is mentioned in the Book of Job as going to and fro in the earth, and walking up and down in it.
第 28 頁 - Tain't a-follerin' your bell-wethers Will excuse ye in His sight; Ef you take a sword an' dror it, An' go stick a feller thru, Guv'ment ain't to answer for it, God'll send the bill to you. Wut's the use o' meetin'-goin' Every Sabbath, wet or dry, Ef it's right to go amowin' ' Feller-men like oats an' rye ? I dunno but wut it's pooty Trainin' round in bobtail coats, — But it's curus Christian dooty This 'ere cuttin
第 194 頁 - Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, 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 56 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 32 頁 - In the days o' seventy-six. Clang the bells in every steeple, Call all true men to disown The tradoocers of our people, The enslavers o' their own; '*> 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 '11 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, — "5° Here I stand a tyrant-hater,...
第 97 頁 - Ez long ez, like a lumberman, I git jest wut I axes; I go free-trade thru thick an' thin, Because it kind o' rouses The folks to vote, — an' keeps us in Our quiet custom-houses.
第 96 頁 - But libbaty's a kind o' thing Thet don't agree with niggers. I du believe the people want A tax on teas an...
第 44 頁 - A sort o' folks a chap could kill an' never dream on 't arter, No more 'na feller 'd dream o' pigs thet he hed hed to slarter ; I 'd an idee thet they were built arter the darkle fashion all, An
第 100 頁 - 11 keep the people in blindness, — • Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash Right 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 'aa 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 56 頁 - 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, and some on 'em votes; But John P.