1 Despised love struck not with woe.
2 But it'll be lovely; wisht I was a-going.
3 It was a powerful fine sight; I never see anything so lovely.
4 He oughter know a body don't love water-moccasins enough to go around hunting for them.
5 TWO or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely.
6 He has done generous by these yer poor little lambs that he loved and sheltered, and that's left fatherless and motherless.
7 "All right," they said, and cleared out to lay for their uncles, and give them the love and the kisses, and tell them the message.
8 We shut the cellar door behind us, and when they found the bag they spilt it out on the floor, and it was a lovely sight, all them yaller-boys.
9 It seemed like he was just born for it; and when he had his hand in and was excited, it was perfectly lovely the way he would rip and tear and rair up behind when he was getting it off.
10 There was a little old piano, too, that had tin pans in it, I reckon, and nothing was ever so lovely as to hear the young ladies sing "The Last Link is Broken" and play "The Battle of Prague" on it.
11 So then we laid in with Jim the second night, and tore up the sheet all in little strings and twisted them together, and long before daylight we had a lovely rope that you could a hung a person with.
12 On the table in the middle of the room was a kind of a lovely crockery basket that had apples and oranges and peaches and grapes piled up in it, which was much redder and yellower and prettier than real ones is, but they warn't real because you could see where pieces had got chipped off and showed the white chalk, or whatever it was, underneath.