Birdofredum Sawin, Esq., To Mr. Hosea Biglow (1) (James Russell Lowell Poems)
It's some consid'ble of a spell sence I hain't writ no letters,An' ther' 's gret changes hez took place in ...
It's some consid'ble of a spell sence I hain't writ no letters,An' ther' 's gret changes hez took place in ...
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks thetimeOf the clockworks of my nature, I desire to ...
I du believe in Freedom's cause, Ez fur away ez Payris is;I love to see her stick her claws In them infarnal ...
I du believe in Freedom's cause,Ez fur away ez Paris is;I love to see her stick her clawsIn them infarnal ...
I has hyeahd o' people dancin' an' I 's hyeahd o' people singin'. An' I 's been 'roun' lots of othahs ...
Jap Miller down at Martinsville's the blamedest feller yit! When _he_ starts in a-talkin' other folks is apt to quit!-- 'Pears like ...
Iry an' Billy an' Jo!-- Iry an' Billy's _the boys_, An' _Jo's_ their _dog_, you know,-- Their pictures took all in a row. Bet ...
Our Trojan world is polarised to mourn;To dream and find a black spot on the sun,And wake to love and ...
Take a chair by the fireplace, mister. Pull up, s'r, pull up to the blaze!Cheerfuler some than an air-tight, hey? ...
In the third day of May,To Carleile did comeA kind curteous child, That cold much of wisdome.A kirtle and a ...
Though you're not exactly blue,Yet you don't feel like you doIn the winter, or the long hot summer days.For your ...
(SIERRAS, 1876)DRAMATIS PERSONAEFirst TouristSecond TouristYuba Bill, DriverA StrangerFIRST TOURISTLook how the upland plunges into cover, Green where the pines fade ...
Dow's Flat. That's its name; And I reckon that youAre a stranger? The same? Well, I thought it was true,--For ...
Friend, by the way you hump yourself you're from the States, I know, And born in old Mizzourah, where the ...
TO MISS GRACE KINGDown in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyceHed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice.Some folks called him Sooner, a name ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
Because I was a wonton wild And welcomed many a lover, Who is the father of my child I wish ...
Three Triangles TRIANGLE ONE My husband put some poison in my beer, And fondly hoped that I would drink it ...
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