Unit 2: Selection Vocabulary 5

Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men

A novice beginning yet experient of myriads of seasons,
Of every hue and caste am I, of every rank and religion

Long enough have you dream’d contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.

Caesars
Without,
The People
Shall rout;
Caesars
Within,
Crush flat
As tin.

A sponge,
The mind
Soaks in
The kind
Of stuff
That fate’s
Milieu
Dictates.

I seek
Frontiers,
Not worlds
On biers.

The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer I lit out.

She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again.

When you got to the table you couldn't go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn't really anything the matter with them,—that is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself.

After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn't care no more about him, because I don't take no stock in dead people.

I asked her if she reckoned Tom Sawyer would go there, and she said not by a considerable sight.

Says I, "me-yow! me-yow!" as soft as I could, and then I put out the light and scrambled out of the window on to the shed.