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 ...
TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLYI love to start out arter night's begun,An' all the chores about the farm ...
Ef I a song or two could make Like rockets druv by their own burnin',All leap an' light, to leave a ...
Look heah! Is I evah tole you 'bout de curious way I wonAnna Liza? Say, I nevah? Well heah's how ...
Zekle crep' up, quite unbeknown, An' peeked in thru the winder,An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender.Agin' ...
(Negro Love Song)Breeze a-sighin' and a-blowin',Southern summer night.Stars a-gleamin' and a-glowin',Moon jes shinin' right.Strollin', like all lovers do,Down de lane ...
Say, darkeys, hab you seen de massa,Wid de muffstash on his face,Go long de road some time dis mornin',Like he ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot,fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny,glowing fire-red,succulent, and on the whole becoming whatman wants. ...
Dal di' che pochi dissero:--"Ecco i nuovi orizzonti!"E che un fiero entusiasmo--scintillo' sulle fronti,E che feudi e tiranni,--pregiudizii e messaliEntraron, ...
Taide, il mondo e' un'accolitaDi sciocchi e di bricconi;A poche menti garbanoLe libere canzoni;Gli sciocchi non camminanoChe coi piedi degli ...
Och ! my name's Pat Malone, and I'm from Tipperary. Sure, I don't know it now, I'm so ...
GLAUCOO Derbe, approda un fiore d'asfodelo!Chi mai lo colse e chi l'offerse al mare?Vag? sul flutto come un fior salino.O ...
I metabloke in Collun-street - A cove I yustanoWhen I wus workin Southoss, A yeerertwo ago.Sezzi, "Well, owye kumminup? I ...
If we were all alike, what a dreadful world 'twould be!No one would know which one was you or which ...
E GIOVINE il signore,Ed ama molte cose,-I canti, le rose,La forza e l'amore.Quel che pi? vuoleAncor non osa:Ahi pi? che ...
I'SPOSE the big head bendin' over my crib Is my Pa. I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk is so glib ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot, fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny, glowing fire-red, succulent, and on the whole ...
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