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 ...
I hed it on my min' las' time, when I to write ye started,To tech the leadin' featurs o' my ...
Poem Read At Cambridge On The Hundredth Anniversary Of Washington's Taking Command Of The American ArmyIWords pass as wind, but ...
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 ...
I thank ye, my frien's, for the warmth o' your greetin':Ther' 's few airthly blessin's but wut's vain an' fleetin';But ...
Somewhere in India, upon a time,(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse,) There dwelt two saints whose privilege sublimeIt ...
At An Extrumpery Caucus In State Street, Reported By Mr. H. BiglowNo? Hez he? He haint, though? Wut? Voted agin ...
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
IAs, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches Build up their imminent crags of noiseless snow,Till some chance thrill the loosened ruin ...
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 ...
Weak-Winged is Song,Nor aims at that clear-ethered heightWhither the brave deed climbs for lightWe seem to do them wrong,Bringing our ...
Thrash away, you'll _hev_ to rattle On them kittle-drums o' yourn,--'Taint a knowin' kind o' cattle Thet is ketched with mouldy corn;Put ...
When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breastRuns a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on ...
SCENE I.--_Near a castle in Germany._'Twere no hard task, perchance, to win The popular laurel for my song;'Twere only to comply ...
I du believe in Freedom's cause, Ez fur away ez Payris is;I love to see her stick her claws In them infarnal ...
The world turns mild; democracy, they say,Rounds the sharp knobs of character away,And no great harm, unless at grave expenseOf ...
Dear Sir—You wish to know my notionsOn sartin pints thet rile the land;There's nothin' thet my natur so shunsEs bein' ...
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best;'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace ...
I du believe in Freedom's cause,Ez fur away ez Paris is;I love to see her stick her clawsIn them infarnal ...
Wait a little: do _we_ not wait?Louis Napoleon is not Fate,Francis Joseph is not Time;There's One hath swifter feet than ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories