The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell HolmesGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1883 - 384 pages |
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... bright black eye , the melting blue , — I cannot choose between the two . I had a vision in my dreams ; - I saw a row of twenty beams ; From every beam a rope was hung , In every TO AN INSECT . - THE DILEMMA . 13 To an Insect The Dilemma.
... bright black eye , the melting blue , — I cannot choose between the two . I had a vision in my dreams ; - I saw a row of twenty beams ; From every beam a rope was hung , In every TO AN INSECT . - THE DILEMMA . 13 To an Insect The Dilemma.
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... Bright as a diamond in the sun , On me , until beneath its rays I felt as if my hair would blaze ; She liked all eyes but eyes of green ; She looked at me ; what could she mean ? Ah ! many lids Love lurks between , Nor heeds the ...
... Bright as a diamond in the sun , On me , until beneath its rays I felt as if my hair would blaze ; She liked all eyes but eyes of green ; She looked at me ; what could she mean ? Ah ! many lids Love lurks between , Nor heeds the ...
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... bright As these , thy puny brethren ; and thy breath Sweetened the fragrance of her spicy air ; But now thou seemest like a bankrupt beau , B 17 Stripped of his gaudy hues and essences , And growing EVENING . Evening, by a Tailor.
... bright As these , thy puny brethren ; and thy breath Sweetened the fragrance of her spicy air ; But now thou seemest like a bankrupt beau , B 17 Stripped of his gaudy hues and essences , And growing EVENING . Evening, by a Tailor.
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... bright , Not robed in drapery of reflected light , - Is like the rustic who , amidst his toil , Has found some crystal in his meagre soil , And , lost in rapture , thinks for him alone Earth worked her wonders on the sparkling stone ...
... bright , Not robed in drapery of reflected light , - Is like the rustic who , amidst his toil , Has found some crystal in his meagre soil , And , lost in rapture , thinks for him alone Earth worked her wonders on the sparkling stone ...
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... bright auroras of our twilight mind ; If fancies , varying as the shapes that lie Stained on the windows of the sunset sky ; If hopes , that beckon with delusive gleams , Till the eye dances in the void of dreams ; If passions ...
... bright auroras of our twilight mind ; If fancies , varying as the shapes that lie Stained on the windows of the sunset sky ; If hopes , that beckon with delusive gleams , Till the eye dances in the void of dreams ; If passions ...
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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...