The Poems of Oliver Wendell HolmesTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 410 pages |
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... that , all my wanderings through , My anchor falls where first my pennons flew ! THE morning light , which rains its quivering beams Wide o'er the plains , the summits , and the streams , • In one broad blaze expands its golden glow On.
... that , all my wanderings through , My anchor falls where first my pennons flew ! THE morning light , which rains its quivering beams Wide o'er the plains , the summits , and the streams , • In one broad blaze expands its golden glow On.
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... plain . We , like the leaf , the summit , or the wave , Reflect the light our common nature gave , But every sunbeam , falling from her throne , Wears on our hearts some coloring of our own ; Chilled in the slave , and burning in the ...
... plain . We , like the leaf , the summit , or the wave , Reflect the light our common nature gave , But every sunbeam , falling from her throne , Wears on our hearts some coloring of our own ; Chilled in the slave , and burning in the ...
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... plain ; The hot - cheeked reveller , tossing down the wine , To join the chorus pealing " Auld lang syne " ; The gentle maid , whose azure eye grows dim , While Heaven is listening to her evening hymn ; The jewelled beauty , when her ...
... plain ; The hot - cheeked reveller , tossing down the wine , To join the chorus pealing " Auld lang syne " ; The gentle maid , whose azure eye grows dim , While Heaven is listening to her evening hymn ; The jewelled beauty , when her ...
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... plain ! The proud heroic , with its pulse - like beat , Rings like the cymbals clashing as they meet ; The sweet Spenserian , gathering as it flows , Sweeps gently onward to its dying close , Where waves on waves in long succession pour ...
... plain ! The proud heroic , with its pulse - like beat , Rings like the cymbals clashing as they meet ; The sweet Spenserian , gathering as it flows , Sweeps gently onward to its dying close , Where waves on waves in long succession pour ...
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... plain , Whose circling shadow speaks a century's reign , Wreathes in the clouds her regal diadem , - A forest waving on a single stem ; Then mark the poet ; though to him unknown The quaint - mouthed titles , such as scholars own , See ...
... plain , Whose circling shadow speaks a century's reign , Wreathes in the clouds her regal diadem , - A forest waving on a single stem ; Then mark the poet ; though to him unknown The quaint - mouthed titles , such as scholars own , See ...
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Page 19 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more ! Her deck, once red with heroes...
Page 59 - And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Page 58 - THE LAST LEAF I SAW him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through Mie town.
Page 94 - THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN. IT was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side, His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide ; The daughter of a fisherman, that was so straight and slim, Lived over on the other bank, right opposite to him. It was the pensive oysterman that saw a lovely maid, Upon a moonlight evening, a sitting in the shade ; He saw her wave her handkerchief, as much as if to say, " I 'm wide awake, young oysterman, and all the folks away.
Page 330 - My listening angel heard the prayer, And calmly smiling, said, " If I but touch thy silvered hair, Thy hasty wish hath sped. "But is there nothing in thy track To bid thee fondly stay, While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished-for day?
Page 338 - And is there nothing yet unsaid, Before the change appears? Remember, all their gifts have fled With those dissolving years." "Why, yes"; for memory would recall My fond paternal joys; "I could not bear to leave them all— I'll take— my— girl— and— boys.
Page 95 - Then up arose the oysterman and to himself said he : '' I guess I'll leave the skiff at home, for fear that folks should see ; I read it in the story-book, that, for to kiss his dear, Leander swam the Hellespont, — and I will swim this here.
Page 178 - T was filled with caudle spiced and hot and handed smoking round. " But, changing hands, it reached at length a Puritan divine, Who used to follow Timothy, and take a little wine, But hated punch and prelacy ; and so it was, perhaps, He went to Leyden, where he found conventicles and schnaps.
Page 179 - ... mother's milk, and not a man afraid. That night, affrighted from his nest, the screaming eagle flew, He heard the Pequot's ringing whoop, the soldier's wild halloo; And there the sachem learned the rule he taught to kith and kin, "Run from the white man when you find he smells of Hollands gin!
Page 389 - HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? If there has, take him out, without making a noise. Hang the Almanac's cheat and the Catalogue's spite! Old Time is a liar ! We're twenty to-night ! We're twenty! We're twenty! Who says we are more? He's tipsy — young jackanapes! — show him the door! "Gray temples at twenty?