Fable for critics. Bigelow papers. Unhappy lot of Mr. Knott. An oriental apologueTicknor and Fields, 1858 - American poetry |
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... heart , and the memory still grieves , To see those loved graces all taking their leaves ; Those charms beyond speech , so enchanting but now , As they left me forever , each making its bough ! If her tongue had a tang sometimes more ...
... heart , and the memory still grieves , To see those loved graces all taking their leaves ; Those charms beyond speech , so enchanting but now , As they left me forever , each making its bough ! If her tongue had a tang sometimes more ...
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... heart can be likened to one flower , “ And that , oh most charming of women , ' s the sun- flower , Which turns " -here a clear nasal voice , to your terror , From outside the curtain , says " that's all an A FABLE FOR CRITICS . 31.
... heart can be likened to one flower , “ And that , oh most charming of women , ' s the sun- flower , Which turns " -here a clear nasal voice , to your terror , From outside the curtain , says " that's all an A FABLE FOR CRITICS . 31.
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... heart with a caricature , Not so bad as those daubs of the Sun , to be sure , Yet done with a dagger - o ' - type , whose vile por- traits Disperse all one's good , and condense all one's poor traits . Apollo looked up , hearing ...
... heart with a caricature , Not so bad as those daubs of the Sun , to be sure , Yet done with a dagger - o ' - type , whose vile por- traits Disperse all one's good , and condense all one's poor traits . Apollo looked up , hearing ...
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... heart through the door of the toes , - That He , I was saying , whose judgments are stored For such as take steps in despite of his word , Should look with delight on the agonized prancing Of a wretch who has not the least ground for ...
... heart through the door of the toes , - That He , I was saying , whose judgments are stored For such as take steps in despite of his word , Should look with delight on the agonized prancing Of a wretch who has not the least ground for ...
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... heart of each sky - piercing pyramid . While he talks he is great , but goes out like a taper , If you shut him up closely with pen , ink , and paper ; Yet his fingers itch for ' em from morning till night , And he thinks he does wrong ...
... heart of each sky - piercing pyramid . While he talks he is great , but goes out like a taper , If you shut him up closely with pen , ink , and paper ; Yet his fingers itch for ' em from morning till night , And he thinks he does wrong ...
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Page 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
Page 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.
Page 104 - An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — 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.
Page 152 - S'pose the crows wun't fall to pickin' All the carkiss from your bones, Coz you helped to give a lickin' To them poor half-Spanish drones? Jest go home an...
Page 173 - Our true country is that ideal realm which we represent to ourselves under the names of religion, duty, and the like. Our terrestrial organizations are but far-off approaches to SO fair a model, and all they are verily traitors who resist not any attempt to divert them from this their original intendment. When, therefore, one would have us to fling up our caps and shout with the multitude, — "Our cowntry, however bounded!
Page 210 - 11 keep the people in blindness,— Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash Eight inter brotherly kindness, Thet bombshells, grape, an' powder 'n' ball Air good-will's strongest magnets, Thet peace, to make it stick at all, Must be druv in with bagnets. In short, I firmly du believe In Humbug generally, Fer it's a thing thet I perceive To hev a solid vally; This heth my faithful shepherd ben, In pasturs sweet heth led me, An' this '11 keep the people green To feed ez they hev fed me.
Page 90 - Nature fits all her children with something to do, He who would write and can't write can surely review, Can set up a small booth as critic and sell us his Petty conceit and his pettier jealousies ; Thus a lawyer's apprentice, just out of his teens, Will do for the Jeffrey of six magazines ; Having read Johnson's lives of the poets half through...
Page 199 - Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he; — "Fer all thet," sez Mangum, " T would be better to hang 'em, An' so git red on 'em soon," sez he. "The mass ough' to labor an' we lay on soffies, Thet's the reason I want to spread Freedom's aree; It puts all the cunninest on us in office. An' reelises our Maker's orig'nal idee,
Page 219 - Ez fer the war, I go agin it, — I mean to say I kind o' du, — Thet is, I mean thet, bein' in it, The best way wuz to fight it thru ; Not but wut abstract war is horrid, I sign to thet with all my heart, — But civlyzation doos git forrid Sometimes upon a powder-cart. About thet darned Proviso matter I never hed a grain o' doubt, Nor I aint one my sense to scatter So 'st no one could n't pick it out ; My love fer North an...
Page 151 - Trainin' round in bobtail coats, — But it's curus Christian dooty This 'ere cuttin' folks's throats. They may talk o' Freedom's airy Tell they're pupple in the face,^ It's a grand gret cemetary Fer 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