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Our ancient church ! its lowly tower, Beneath the loftier spire, Is shadowed when the sunset hour Clothes the tall shaft in fire ; It sinks beyond the distant eye Long ere the glittering vane, High wheeling in the western sky, ...
Our ancient church ! its lowly tower, Beneath the loftier spire, Is shadowed when the sunset hour Clothes the tall shaft in fire ; It sinks beyond the distant eye Long ere the glittering vane, High wheeling in the western sky, ...
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All that a century left above, Go, read it in an hour ! The Indian's shaft, the Briton's ball, The sabre's thirsting edge, The hot shell, shattering in its fall, The bayonet's rending wedge, — Here scattered death ; yet, seek the spot, ...
All that a century left above, Go, read it in an hour ! The Indian's shaft, the Briton's ball, The sabre's thirsting edge, The hot shell, shattering in its fall, The bayonet's rending wedge, — Here scattered death ; yet, seek the spot, ...
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I well remember, in my early years, When these young hands first closed upon a goose ; I have a scar upon my thimble finger, Which chronicles the hour of young ambition. My father was a tailor, and his father, And my sire's grandsire, ...
I well remember, in my early years, When these young hands first closed upon a goose ; I have a scar upon my thimble finger, Which chronicles the hour of young ambition. My father was a tailor, and his father, And my sire's grandsire, ...
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I keep them like a lock or leaf That some dear girl has given ; Frail record of an hour, as brief As sunset clouds in heaven, But spreading purple twilight still High over memory's shadowed hill. They lie upon my pathway bleak; ...
I keep them like a lock or leaf That some dear girl has given ; Frail record of an hour, as brief As sunset clouds in heaven, But spreading purple twilight still High over memory's shadowed hill. They lie upon my pathway bleak; ...
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... Tracks on their cheeks the rosy-fingered hours ; Now, lost in shades, whose dark entangled leaves Drip at the noontide from their pendent eaves, Fades into gloom, or gleams in light again From every dew-drop on the jewelled plain.
... Tracks on their cheeks the rosy-fingered hours ; Now, lost in shades, whose dark entangled leaves Drip at the noontide from their pendent eaves, Fades into gloom, or gleams in light again From every dew-drop on the jewelled plain.
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Page 2 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 1 - 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 the town.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems 1 The Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes |
| Author | Oliver Wendell Holmes |
| Publisher | Reprint Services Corporation, 2007 |
| ISBN | 0781213916, 9780781213912 |
| Length | 474 pages |
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