The Biglow PapersHoughton, Mifflin, 1898 - 564 oldal |
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25. oldal
... aint no use , Thet's Deacon Peleg's tame wil ' - goose " : Sez Isrel , " I don't care a cent . I've sighted an ' I'll let her went " ; Bang ! went queen's - arm , ole gander flopped His wings a spell , an ' quorked , an ' dropped . Sez ...
... aint no use , Thet's Deacon Peleg's tame wil ' - goose " : Sez Isrel , " I don't care a cent . I've sighted an ' I'll let her went " ; Bang ! went queen's - arm , ole gander flopped His wings a spell , an ' quorked , an ' dropped . Sez ...
63. oldal
... never hearn o ' nobody o ' that name in this villadge , and I've lived here man and boy 76 year cum next tater 1 Aut insanit , aut versos facit . -H . W. diggin , and thair aint no wheres a kitting spryer THE BIGLOW PAPERS . 63.
... never hearn o ' nobody o ' that name in this villadge , and I've lived here man and boy 76 year cum next tater 1 Aut insanit , aut versos facit . -H . W. diggin , and thair aint no wheres a kitting spryer THE BIGLOW PAPERS . 63.
64. oldal
... aint livin though and he's a likely kind o ' lad . EZEKIEL BIGLOW . THRASH away , you'll hev to rattle On them kittle drums o ' yourn , " T aint a knowin ' kind o ' cattle - Thet is ketched with mouldy corn ; Put in stiff , you fifer ...
... aint livin though and he's a likely kind o ' lad . EZEKIEL BIGLOW . THRASH away , you'll hev to rattle On them kittle drums o ' yourn , " T aint a knowin ' kind o ' cattle - Thet is ketched with mouldy corn ; Put in stiff , you fifer ...
65. oldal
... Make the thing a grain more right ; ' Taint afollerin ' your bell - wethers Will excuse ye in His sight ; Ef you take a sword an ' dror it , An ' go stick a feller thru , Guv'ment aint to answer for it , God ' ll THE BIGLOW PAPERS . 65.
... Make the thing a grain more right ; ' Taint afollerin ' your bell - wethers Will excuse ye in His sight ; Ef you take a sword an ' dror it , An ' go stick a feller thru , Guv'ment aint to answer for it , God ' ll THE BIGLOW PAPERS . 65.
66. oldal
... Aint it cute to see a Yankee Take sech everlastin ' pains All to git the Devil's thankee , Helpin ' on ' em weld their chains ? Wy , it's jest ez clear ez figgers , Clear ez one an ' one make two , Chaps thet make black slaves o ...
... Aint it cute to see a Yankee Take sech everlastin ' pains All to git the Devil's thankee , Helpin ' on ' em weld their chains ? Wy , it's jest ez clear ez figgers , Clear ez one an ' one make two , Chaps thet make black slaves o ...
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322. oldal - Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, But why did you kick me down stairs...
61. oldal - Ez fer war, I call it murder, — There you hev it plain an' flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that; God hez sed so plump an' fairly, It's ez long ez it is broad, An' you've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.
63. oldal - S jest to make him fill its pus. Want to tackle me in, du ye ? I expect you 'll hev to wait ; Wen cold lead puts daylight thru ye You 'll begin to kal'late; 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...
61. oldal - re a dreffle graspin' set, We must oilers blow the bellers Wen they want their irons het ; May be it 's all right ez preachin', But my narves it kind o' grates, Wen I see the overreachin' O' them nigger-drivin' States. Them thet rule us, them slave-traders, Hain't they cut a thunderin' swarth (Helped by Yankee renegaders), Thru the vartu o' the North ! We begin to think it 's nater To take sarse an...
100. oldal - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for not without dust and heat.
357. oldal - It is a shameful and unblessed thing to take the scum of people, and wicked condemned men, to be the people with whom you plant; and not only so, but it spoileth the plantation; for they will ever live like rogues, and not fall to work, but be lazy, and do mischief, and spend victuals, and be quickly weary, and then certify over to their country to the discredit of the plantation.
281. oldal - GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'Ith no one nigh to hender.
423. oldal - O' wut some critter chose to feel 'way back : This makes 'em talk o' daisies, larks, an' things, Ez though we 'd nothin' here that blows an' sings, — (Why, I 'd give more for one live bobolink Than a square mile o...
131. oldal - 11 keep the people in blindness, — • Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash Right 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 'aa 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.
356. oldal - Judge not the preacher; for he is thy judge. If thou mislike him, thou conceiv'st him not. God calleth preaching, folly. Do not grudge To pick out treasures from an earthen pot. The worst speak something good. If all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth patience.