Poems of Oliver Wendell Holmes: With Numerous IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 357 pages |
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... stream , is to me as a brother . breath Sweetened the fragrance of her spicy air ; The vulgar know not all the hidder But now thou seemest like a bankrupt beau , Stripped of his gaudy hues and essences , And growing portly in his sober ...
... stream , is to me as a brother . breath Sweetened the fragrance of her spicy air ; The vulgar know not all the hidder But now thou seemest like a bankrupt beau , Stripped of his gaudy hues and essences , And growing portly in his sober ...
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... streams of smoke , like water - spouts , Burst through the rumbling mines ; I asked the firemen why they made Such noise about the town ; They answered not , - but all the while The brakes went up and down . -- I saw a roasting pullet ...
... streams of smoke , like water - spouts , Burst through the rumbling mines ; I asked the firemen why they made Such noise about the town ; They answered not , - but all the while The brakes went up and down . -- I saw a roasting pullet ...
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... stream , It still reflects my morning's beam . And therefore love I such as smile On these neglected songs No deem that flattery's needless wile My opening bosom wrongs 12 EARLIER POEMS . The Height of the Ridiculous The Last Reader.
... stream , It still reflects my morning's beam . And therefore love I such as smile On these neglected songs No deem that flattery's needless wile My opening bosom wrongs 12 EARLIER POEMS . The Height of the Ridiculous The Last Reader.
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... streams , In one broad blaze expands its golden glow On all that answers to its glance below ; Yet , changed on earth , each far re- flected ray Braids with fresh hues the shining brow of day ; Now , clothed in blushes by the painted ...
... streams , In one broad blaze expands its golden glow On all that answers to its glance below ; Yet , changed on earth , each far re- flected ray Braids with fresh hues the shining brow of day ; Now , clothed in blushes by the painted ...
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... stream , of terror came , How bright the visions of my boyish To light the summits with the beacon's dream ! Or . modest Charles , along thy broken edge , Black with soft ooze and fringed with arrowy sedge , flame ; streams ran crimson ...
... stream , of terror came , How bright the visions of my boyish To light the summits with the beacon's dream ! Or . modest Charles , along thy broken edge , Black with soft ooze and fringed with arrowy sedge , flame ; streams ran crimson ...
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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.