The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell HolmesGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1883 - 384 pages |
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... breast of sweet sixteen ; By every name I cut on bark Before my morning star grew dark By Hymen's torch , by Cupid's dart , By all that thrills the beating heart ; The bright black eye , the melting blue , — I cannot choose between the ...
... breast of sweet sixteen ; By every name I cut on bark Before my morning star grew dark By Hymen's torch , by Cupid's dart , By all that thrills the beating heart ; The bright black eye , the melting blue , — I cannot choose between the ...
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... breast the thin autumnal snow , If leaf or blossom still is fresh below ! Long have I wandered ; the returning tide Brought back an exile to his cradle's side ; And as my bark her time - worn flag unrolled , To greet the land - breeze ...
... breast the thin autumnal snow , If leaf or blossom still is fresh below ! Long have I wandered ; the returning tide Brought back an exile to his cradle's side ; And as my bark her time - worn flag unrolled , To greet the land - breeze ...
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... trace , Slow wandering forth , the patriarchal race . I. WHEN the green earth , beneath the zephyr's wing , Wears on her breast the varnished buds of Spring ; When the loosed current , as its folds uncoil , 30 EARLIER POEMS .
... trace , Slow wandering forth , the patriarchal race . I. WHEN the green earth , beneath the zephyr's wing , Wears on her breast the varnished buds of Spring ; When the loosed current , as its folds uncoil , 30 EARLIER POEMS .
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... breast ; - Not in pale dreamers , whose fantastic lay Toys with smooth trifles like a child at play , But men , who act the passions they inspire , Who wave the sabre as they sweep the lyre ! Ye mild enthusiasts , whose pacific frowns ...
... breast ; - Not in pale dreamers , whose fantastic lay Toys with smooth trifles like a child at play , But men , who act the passions they inspire , Who wave the sabre as they sweep the lyre ! Ye mild enthusiasts , whose pacific frowns ...
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... To - night yon pilot shall not sleep , Who trims his narrowed sail ; To - night yon frigate scarce shall keep Her broad breast to the gale ; And many a foresail , scooped and strained , Shall THE STEAMBOAT . 45 The Steamboat.
... To - night yon pilot shall not sleep , Who trims his narrowed sail ; To - night yon frigate scarce shall keep Her broad breast to the gale ; And many a foresail , scooped and strained , Shall THE STEAMBOAT . 45 The Steamboat.
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Page 204 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page v - 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. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan. And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said,
Page 221 - And the back-crossbar as strong as the fore, And spring and axle and hub encore. And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt In another hour it will be worn out!
Page 205 - Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, 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...
Page 177 - The wild-flowers who will stoop to number ? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them : — Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them I Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts...
Page 21 - He took the paper, and I watched, And saw him peep within ; At the first line he read, his face Was all upon the grin. He read the next ; the grin grew broad, And shot from ear to ear ; He read the third ; a chuckling noise I now began to hear. The fourth ; he broke into a roar ; • The fifth ; his waistband split ; The sixth ; he burst five buttons off, And tumbled in a fit. Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye, I watched that wretched man, And since, I never dare to write As funny as I can.
Page v - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! -*•-*- Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky : Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar: — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more! 126 CHOICE LITERATURE Her deck, once red with heroes...
Page 218 - Turner, and no more. (A landscape, foreground golden dirt, The sunshine painted with a squirt). Of books but few — some fifty score For daily use, and bound for wear; The rest upon an upper floor; Some little luxury there Of red morocco's gilded gleam, And vellum rich as country cream.
Page 219 - I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits, — Have you ever heard of that, I say ? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five.
Page 181 - Not in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, With belted seas that come and go, And endless isles of sunlit green, Is all thy Maker's glory seen: Look in upon thy wondrous frame, — Eternal wisdom still the same...