Mr. Hosea Biglow’s Speech In March Meeting (James Russell Lowell Poems)
I don't much s'pose, hows'ever I should plen it,I could git boosted into th' House or Sennit,--Nut while the twolegged ...
I don't much s'pose, hows'ever I should plen it,I could git boosted into th' House or Sennit,--Nut while the twolegged ...
TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLYI love to start out arter night's begun,An' all the chores about the farm ...
DEAR SIR,--Your letter come to han' Requestin' me to please be funny;But I ain't made upon a plan Thet knows wut's comin', ...
Ef I a song or two could make Like rockets druv by their own burnin',All leap an' light, to leave a ...
Faith, 'tis good to see him comin' when the bell for Mass is flingin'Gladsome golden notes appealin' on the Sabbath-softened ...
I du believe in Freedom's cause, Ez fur away ez Payris is;I love to see her stick her claws In them infarnal ...
You axin' sah 'bout Linkum — w'y sho'ly youse been tol''Bout my po' chil — Gawd bless him — he ...
W'y, Sam, I'se glad to see you, I sho' is fur ur fac';W'y, man, hit teks de lameness right outn' ...
Dear Sir—You wish to know my notionsOn sartin pints thet rile the land;There's nothin' thet my natur so shunsEs bein' ...
I du believe in Freedom's cause,Ez fur away ez Paris is;I love to see her stick her clawsIn them infarnal ...
God makes sech nights, all white an' stillFur 'z you can look or listen,Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill,All ...
It sorter skeer'd the neighbours round, For of all the 'tarnal set thet clutchesTheir dollars firm, he wus the boss; An' yet ...
Go 'way, fiddle! folks is tired o' hearin' you a-squawkin'. Keep silence fur you' betters! don't you heah de banjo ...
Ef the way a man lights out of this world Helps fix his heft for the other sp'ere,I reckon my old ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
Ever heard th' black watch story?Ask th' boys o' our old crew;There's sea yarns a sight more gory, But there ...
VONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin' apout like ...
Yer honor, please! the prisoner said, "It isn't wot you think.To look on wine when it is red Or alco'olic ...
Whan that Aprilly with hise shoures soote The droghte of March had perced to the roote, I druv a motor ...
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