Poems of Oliver Wendell Holmes: With Numerous IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 357 pages |
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... Poor Venus ! What had she to sell ! " The Iron Gate " Through my north window " " For thee no more earth's cheerful morning shines " " His fingers rambling through the void ! " · 206 207 245 248 267 270 303 313 321 326 • 347 351 TO MY ...
... Poor Venus ! What had she to sell ! " The Iron Gate " Through my north window " " For thee no more earth's cheerful morning shines " " His fingers rambling through the void ! " · 206 207 245 248 267 270 303 313 321 326 • 347 351 TO MY ...
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... Poor old lady , she is dead Long ago That he had a Roman nose , And his cheek was like a rose In the snow . But now his nose is thin , And it rests upon his chin Like a staff , And a crook is in his back , And a EARLIER POEMS (1830-1836) ...
... Poor old lady , she is dead Long ago That he had a Roman nose , And his cheek was like a rose In the snow . But now his nose is thin , And it rests upon his chin Like a staff , And a crook is in his back , And a EARLIER POEMS (1830-1836) ...
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... poor Katy do ? Ah no ! the living oak shall crash , That stood for ages still , The rock shall rend its mossy base And thunder down the hill , Before the little Katydid Shall add one word , to tell The mystic story of the maid Whose ...
... poor Katy do ? Ah no ! the living oak shall crash , That stood for ages still , The rock shall rend its mossy base And thunder down the hill , Before the little Katydid Shall add one word , to tell The mystic story of the maid Whose ...
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... poor deluded aunt ! ! Her hair is almost gray ; Why will she train that winter curl In such a spring - like way ? How can she lay her glasses down , And say she reads as well , When , through a double convex lens , She just makes out to ...
... poor deluded aunt ! ! Her hair is almost gray ; Why will she train that winter curl In such a spring - like way ? How can she lay her glasses down , And say she reads as well , When , through a double convex lens , She just makes out to ...
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... Poor little , lovely innocents , All clamorous for bread , And so you kindly help to put A bachelor to bed . - — You're sitting on your window - seat , Beneath a cloudless moon ; You hear a sound , that seems to wear The semblance of a ...
... Poor little , lovely innocents , All clamorous for bread , And so you kindly help to put A bachelor to bed . - — You're sitting on your window - seat , Beneath a cloudless moon ; You hear a sound , that seems to wear The semblance of a ...
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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.