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第 245 頁 - Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, But why did you kick me down stairs...
第 10 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...
第 67 頁 - s ben true to one party, — an' thet is himself ; — So John P. Robinson he Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C. Gineral C. he goes in fer the war ; He don't vally principle more 'n an old cud ; Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer, But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an
第 101 頁 - 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.
第 110 頁 - I stan' upon the Constitution, Ez preudunt statesmun say, who 've planned A way to git the most profusion 0' chances ez to -ware they '11 stand. Ez fer the war, I go agin it, — I mean to say I kind o' du, — Thet is, I mean thet, bein...
第 46 頁 - Ez fer war, I call it murder, — There you hev it plain an' flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that; God hez sed so plump an' fairly, It's ez long ez it is broad, An' you've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.
第 214 頁 - em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun
第 211 頁 - 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.