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 ...
1876Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy as spring, though the year was in decay,I lading my pipe, she stirring ...
'TWAS three an' thirty year ago,I When I was ruther young, you know,I had my last an' only fightAbout a ...
As I sat smoking, alone, yesterday, And lazily leaning back in my chair, Enjoying myself in a general way-- Allowing my thoughts a ...
The pomps of butchery, financial power,Told 'em to die in war, and then to save,Then cut their saving to the ...
He lay in the darkness and waited.And longed for the light,And wondered which Heaven had fated,Should carry his fight.So he ...
There are strange Hells within the minds War madeNot so often, not so humiliating afraidAs one would have expected - ...
'Ere! 'Ave a 'eart! 'e sez. "Why, love a duck! A 'uman bein' ain't a choppin' block!There ain't no ...
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night ...
You are jest an old waddy that's been everywhere.You've about held your own and done more than your share.You wind ...
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street,A gentleman Irish mighty odd;He had a brogue both rich and sweet,And to rise in ...
Then was my neophyte,Child in white blood bent on its kneesUnder the bell of rocks,Ducked in the twelve, disciple seasThe ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
Congratulations, you've succeeded, you've acknowledged 60% of you at least are the incredibly dense and mindless people needed to make ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its knees Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the ...
On silver sand where ripples curled I counted sea-gulls seven; Shy, secret screened from all the world, And innocent as ...
What guts he had, the Dago lad Who fought that Frenchman grim with guile; For nigh an hour they milled ...
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was ...
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