Poems of Oliver Wendell Holmes: With Numerous IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 357 pages |
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... Youth 289 A Hymn of Peace , sung at the " Jubilee " June 15 , 1869 , to the Music of Keller's " American Hymn " 290 ADDITIONAL POEMS ( TO 1877 ) . At a Meeting of Friends , August 29 , 1859 A Farewell to Agassiz 293 294 7 , 1875 A Sea ...
... Youth 289 A Hymn of Peace , sung at the " Jubilee " June 15 , 1869 , to the Music of Keller's " American Hymn " 290 ADDITIONAL POEMS ( TO 1877 ) . At a Meeting of Friends , August 29 , 1859 A Farewell to Agassiz 293 294 7 , 1875 A Sea ...
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... youth Might follow on the track ; ) " Ah ! " said my grandsire , as he shook Some powder in his pan , What could this lovely creature do Against a desperate man ! " Alas ! nor chariot , nor barouche ,, Nor bandit cavalcade , Tore from ...
... youth Might follow on the track ; ) " Ah ! " said my grandsire , as he shook Some powder in his pan , What could this lovely creature do Against a desperate man ! " Alas ! nor chariot , nor barouche ,, Nor bandit cavalcade , Tore from ...
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... youth ! awake its slum- Fades into gloom , or gleams in light again Long have I wandered ; the returning Chilled in the slave , and burning in the 1 t : Like the sealed cavern by the sparkling. No deem that flattery's needless wile My ...
... youth ! awake its slum- Fades into gloom , or gleams in light again Long have I wandered ; the returning Chilled in the slave , and burning in the 1 t : Like the sealed cavern by the sparkling. No deem that flattery's needless wile My ...
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... youth , And riper eras ask for history's truth . On other shores , above their moulder- ing towns , In sallen pomp the tall cathedral frowns , Pride in its aisles , and paupers at the door , Which feeds the beggars whom it fleeced of ...
... youth , And riper eras ask for history's truth . On other shores , above their moulder- ing towns , In sallen pomp the tall cathedral frowns , Pride in its aisles , and paupers at the door , Which feeds the beggars whom it fleeced of ...
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... youth and his boots . excellent wives by the old church ; Come you of the law , who can talk , if you please , Till the man in the moon will allow it's a cheese , birch ; O sweet were the days of his juvenile tricks , Though the prairie ...
... youth and his boots . excellent wives by the old church ; Come you of the law , who can talk , if you please , Till the man in the moon will allow it's a cheese , birch ; O sweet were the days of his juvenile tricks , Though the prairie ...
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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.