The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell HolmesGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1883 - 384 pages |
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... 212 213 . 214 215 217 . 217 . 218 What We All Think . Spring has Come Prologue Latter - Day Warnings Album Verses A Good Time Going ! The Last Blossom Contentment Estivation The Deacon's PAGE 220 vi CONTENTS .
... 212 213 . 214 215 217 . 217 . 218 What We All Think . Spring has Come Prologue Latter - Day Warnings Album Verses A Good Time Going ! The Last Blossom Contentment Estivation The Deacon's PAGE 220 vi CONTENTS .
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... Come out by starts . Cockneys that kill Thin horses of a Sunday , -men , with clams , Hoarse as young bisons roaring for their dams From hill to hill . Soldiers , with guns , Making a nuisance of the blessed air , Child - crying bellmen ...
... Come out by starts . Cockneys that kill Thin horses of a Sunday , -men , with clams , Hoarse as young bisons roaring for their dams From hill to hill . Soldiers , with guns , Making a nuisance of the blessed air , Child - crying bellmen ...
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... comes home . " So the giant pulled him a chestnut stout , And whittled the boughs away ; The boys and their mother set up a shout , Said he , " You're in , and you can't get out , Bellow as loud as you may . " Off he went , and he ...
... comes home . " So the giant pulled him a chestnut stout , And whittled the boughs away ; The boys and their mother set up a shout , Said he , " You're in , and you can't get out , Bellow as loud as you may . " Off he went , and he ...
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... comes To heal the blows of sound ; It cannot be , -it is , it is , A hat is going round ! But if you are a portly man , Put on your fiercest frown , And talk about a constable To turn them out of town ; Then close your sentence with ...
... comes To heal the blows of sound ; It cannot be , -it is , it is , A hat is going round ! But if you are a portly man , Put on your fiercest frown , And talk about a constable To turn them out of town ; Then close your sentence with ...
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... comes the hour at last , May shake our hillsides with her bugle blast ; Not ours the task ; but since the lyric dress Relieves the statelier with its sprightliness , Hear an old song , which some , perchance , have seen In stale gazette ...
... comes the hour at last , May shake our hillsides with her bugle blast ; Not ours the task ; but since the lyric dress Relieves the statelier with its sprightliness , Hear an old song , which some , perchance , have seen In stale gazette ...
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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...