The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... matter what . ) Come , you shall be Goethe or Pope , which you choose ; I'll be Coleridge , and both shall write mutual reviews . " So they both ( as mere stran- gers ) before many days , send each other a cord of anonymous bays . Each ...
... matter what . ) Come , you shall be Goethe or Pope , which you choose ; I'll be Coleridge , and both shall write mutual reviews . " So they both ( as mere stran- gers ) before many days , send each other a cord of anonymous bays . Each ...
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... matter , no pressure I know of could render them flatter ; nor wither , nor scorch them , —no action of fire could make either them or their arti- cles drier ; nor waste time in putting them down --- I am thinking not their own self ...
... matter , no pressure I know of could render them flatter ; nor wither , nor scorch them , —no action of fire could make either them or their arti- cles drier ; nor waste time in putting them down --- I am thinking not their own self ...
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... matter , he never grew tender , Sitting after a ball , with his feet on the fender , Shaping somebody's sweet features out of cigar smoke , ( Though he'd willingly grant you that such doings are smoke ; ) All women he damns with ...
... matter , he never grew tender , Sitting after a ball , with his feet on the fender , Shaping somebody's sweet features out of cigar smoke , ( Though he'd willingly grant you that such doings are smoke ; ) All women he damns with ...
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... 're not epics , but that doesn't matter a pin , In creating , the only hard thing's to begin ; A grass - blade ' s no easier to make than an oak , If you've once found the way , you've achieved the A FABLE FOR CRITICS . 41.
... 're not epics , but that doesn't matter a pin , In creating , the only hard thing's to begin ; A grass - blade ' s no easier to make than an oak , If you've once found the way , you've achieved the A FABLE FOR CRITICS . 41.
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... matter , But thrown in a heap with a crush and a clatter ; Now it is not one thing nor another alone Makes a poem , but rather the general tone , The something pervading , uniting the whole , The before unconceived , unconceivable soul ...
... matter , But thrown in a heap with a crush and a clatter ; Now it is not one thing nor another alone Makes a poem , but rather the general tone , The something pervading , uniting the whole , The before unconceived , unconceivable soul ...
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Página 171 - GUVENER B. is a sensible man; He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks; He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can, An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes; — But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My! aint it terrible? Wut shall we du? We can't never choose him, o...
Página 60 - T is as if a rough oak that for ages had stood, With his gnarled bony branches like ribs of the wood, Should bloom, after cycles of struggle and scathe, With a single anemone trembly and rathe...
Página 150 - Freedom's airy Tell they're pupple in the face, — It's a grand gret cemetary Per the barthrights of our race; They jest want this Californy So's to lug new slave-states in To abuse ye, an' to scorn ye, An
Página 104 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
Página 171 - An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes : But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My ! ain't it terrible ? Wut shall we du ? We can't never choose him, o' course — thet 's flat ; Guess we shall hev to come round (don't you.
Página 44 - C. labors to get at the centre, and then Take a reckoning from there of his actions and men ; E. calmly assumes the said centre as granted, And, given himself, has whatever is wanted.
Página 172 - Polk, you know, he is our country. An' the angel thet writes all our sins in a book Puts the debit to him, an' to us the per contry; An' John P. Robinson he Sez this is his view o
Página 72 - Why, there is not a bard at this moment alive More willing than he that his fellows should thrive; While you are abusing him thus, even now He would help either one of you out of a slough; You may say that...
Página 81 - There's Holmes, who is matchless among you for wit ; A Leyden-jar always full-charged, from which flit The electrical tingles of hit after hit ; In long poems...
Página 105 - He stood a spell on one foot fust, Then stood a spell on t'other, An' on which one he felt the wust He couldn't ha