Poems of Oliver Wendell Holmes: With Numerous IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 357 pages |
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... faded o'er the plain . Like Sentinel and Nun , they keep Their vigil on the green ; One seems to guard , and one to weep , The dead that lie between ; And both roll out , so full and near , Their music's mingling waves , They shake the ...
... faded o'er the plain . Like Sentinel and Nun , they keep Their vigil on the green ; One seems to guard , and one to weep , The dead that lie between ; And both roll out , so full and near , Their music's mingling waves , They shake the ...
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... faded threads , The winds had whistled through them ! I saw the wide and ghastly rents Where demon claws had torn them ; A hole was in their amplest part , As if an imp had worn them . I have had many happy years , And tailors kind and ...
... faded threads , The winds had whistled through them ! I saw the wide and ghastly rents Where demon claws had torn them ; A hole was in their amplest part , As if an imp had worn them . I have had many happy years , And tailors kind and ...
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... faded fold , So , in remembrance of my boyhood's time , I lift these ensigns of neglected rhyme ; O more than blest , that , all my wander- ings through , My anchor falls where first my pennons flew ! The morning light , which rains its ...
... faded fold , So , in remembrance of my boyhood's time , I lift these ensigns of neglected rhyme ; O more than blest , that , all my wander- ings through , My anchor falls where first my pennons flew ! The morning light , which rains its ...
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... faded passions move sky ; If hopes , that beckon with delusive In every line , where kindling fancy gleams , throws Till the eye dances in the void of dreams ; The gleam of pleasures , or the shade of If passions , following with the ...
... faded passions move sky ; If hopes , that beckon with delusive In every line , where kindling fancy gleams , throws Till the eye dances in the void of dreams ; The gleam of pleasures , or the shade of If passions , following with the ...
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... fading like the flower ? Yet , when I trod , with footsteps wild and free , The crackling leaves beneath yon linden- tree , Panting from play , or dripping from the afar ; Whose cheek , grown pallid with ungra- cious toil , Glows in the ...
... fading like the flower ? Yet , when I trod , with footsteps wild and free , The crackling leaves beneath yon linden- tree , Panting from play , or dripping from the afar ; Whose cheek , grown pallid with ungra- cious toil , Glows in the ...
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Page 166 - Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue ; Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide ; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he
Page 157 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul! As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 166 - So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke, — That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees, The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from...
Page 154 - Up with our banner bright, Sprinkled with starry light, Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore, While through the sounding sky Loud rings the Nation's cry, Union and Liberty! One evermore!
Page 176 - Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near...
Page 165 - I might desire Some shawls of true cashmere, — Some marrowy crapes of China silk, Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk. I would not have the horse I drive So fast that folks must stop and stare : An easy gait — two, forty-five — Suits me; I do not care; — Perhaps, for just a single spurt, Some seconds less would do no hurt. Of pictures, I should like to own Titians and Raphaels three or four. — I love so much their style and tone, — One Turner...
Page 1 - And burst the cannon's roar ; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more ! Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's...
Page 167 - But nothing local as one may say. There couldn't be, — for the Deacon's art Had made it so like in every part That there wasn'ta chance for one to start, For the wheels were just as strong as the thills, And the floor was just as strong as the sills And the panels just as strong as the floor, And the whipple-tree neither less nor more...
Page 154 - Behold its streaming rays unite, One mingling flood of braided light, — The red that fires the Southern rose, With spotless white from Northern snows, And, spangled o'er its azure, see The sister Stars of Liberty ! Then hail the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty...
Page 168 - You see, of course, if you're not a dunce, How it went to pieces all at once — All at once, and nothing first — Just as bubbles do when they burst.