The Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1885 - 472 oldal |
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185. oldal
... thet's ollers dealin ' Insults on your fathers ' graves ; Help the strong to grind the feeble , Help the many agin the few , Help the men thet call your people Witewashed slaves an ' peddlin ' crew ! Massachusetts , God forgive her ...
... thet's ollers dealin ' Insults on your fathers ' graves ; Help the strong to grind the feeble , Help the many agin the few , Help the men thet call your people Witewashed slaves an ' peddlin ' crew ! Massachusetts , God forgive her ...
186. oldal
... thet , I wish thet I wuz furder , - ‡ Nimepunce a day fer killin ' folks comes kind o ' low fer murder , ( Wy I've worked out to slarterin ' some fer Deacon Cephas Billins , An ' in the hardest times there wuz I ollers tetched ten ...
... thet , I wish thet I wuz furder , - ‡ Nimepunce a day fer killin ' folks comes kind o ' low fer murder , ( Wy I've worked out to slarterin ' some fer Deacon Cephas Billins , An ' in the hardest times there wuz I ollers tetched ten ...
187. oldal
... thet writ the prize peace essay : ̧ Thet ' s why he did n't list himself along o ' us , I dessay , ) An ' Rantoul , tu , talked pooty loud , but don't put his foot in it , Coz human life ' s so sacred thet he ' s principled agin it ...
... thet writ the prize peace essay : ̧ Thet ' s why he did n't list himself along o ' us , I dessay , ) An ' Rantoul , tu , talked pooty loud , but don't put his foot in it , Coz human life ' s so sacred thet he ' s principled agin it ...
188. oldal
... thet wun't du , you landcrab there , I tell ye to le ' go my toe ! My gracious ! it's a scorpion thet ' s took a shine to play with ' t , 1 darsn't skeer the tarnal thing fer fear he'd run away with ' t . ) Afore I come away from hum I ...
... thet wun't du , you landcrab there , I tell ye to le ' go my toe ! My gracious ! it's a scorpion thet ' s took a shine to play with ' t , 1 darsn't skeer the tarnal thing fer fear he'd run away with ' t . ) Afore I come away from hum I ...
191. oldal
... thet ' s flat ; - Guess we shall hev to come round , ( don't you ? ) An ' go in fer thunder an ' all that ; Fer John P. Robinson he guns , an ' Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man : He's ben on all sides thet ...
... thet ' s flat ; - Guess we shall hev to come round , ( don't you ? ) An ' go in fer thunder an ' all that ; Fer John P. Robinson he guns , an ' Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man : He's ben on all sides thet ...
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45. oldal - New occasions teach new duties : Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea. Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
86. oldal - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own ; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
100. oldal - This water His blood that died on the tree ; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbour, and Me.
95. oldal - First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie, Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies ; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies ; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
44. oldal - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
410. oldal - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
44. oldal - ... Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land ? Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 't is Truth alone is strong, And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her...
229. oldal - 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. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back f'om Concord busted.
134. oldal - Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
x. oldal - Yet in herself she dwelleth not, Although no home were half so fair; No simplest duty is forgot, Life hath no dim and lowly spot That doth not in her sunshine share. She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise: For naught that sets one heart at ease, And giveth happiness or peace, Is low-esteemed in her eyes.