The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell HolmesGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1883 - 384 pages |
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... Look . In Memory of Charles Wentworth Upham , • • 137 138 138 140 Jr. • 140 Martha · 141 • 143 The Banker's Dinner 146 The Mysterious Ill- ness • 151 A Mother's Secret 153 The Disappointed Statesman • 155 The Secret of the Stars 157 A ...
... Look . In Memory of Charles Wentworth Upham , • • 137 138 138 140 Jr. • 140 Martha · 141 • 143 The Banker's Dinner 146 The Mysterious Ill- ness • 151 A Mother's Secret 153 The Disappointed Statesman • 155 The Secret of the Stars 157 A ...
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... Look where the turbid rain - drops stand In many a chiselled square ; The knightly crest , the shield , the brand Of honoured names were there ; - Alas ! for every tear is dried Those blazoned tablets knew , Save when the icy marble's ...
... Look where the turbid rain - drops stand In many a chiselled square ; The knightly crest , the shield , the brand Of honoured names were there ; - Alas ! for every tear is dried Those blazoned tablets knew , Save when the icy marble's ...
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... Look not beneath his azure veil , Though every limb were cased in mail . Well , both might make a martyr break The ... looks As cheerful as she can ; Her waist is ampler than her life , For life is but a span . My aunt ! my poor deluded ...
... Look not beneath his azure veil , Though every limb were cased in mail . Well , both might make a martyr break The ... looks As cheerful as she can ; Her waist is ampler than her life , For life is but a span . My aunt ! my poor deluded ...
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... , away they fly , Where darkness might be bottled up And sold for " Tyrian dye . " And what would happen to the land , And how would look the sea , If in the bearded devil's path Our earth should chance 20 EARLIER POEMS .
... , away they fly , Where darkness might be bottled up And sold for " Tyrian dye . " And what would happen to the land , And how would look the sea , If in the bearded devil's path Our earth should chance 20 EARLIER POEMS .
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... look back upon . And when my name no more is heard , My lyre no more is known , Still let me , like a winter's bird , In silence and alone , Fold over them the weary wing Once flashing through the dews of spring . Yes , let my fancy ...
... look back upon . And when my name no more is heard , My lyre no more is known , Still let me , like a winter's bird , In silence and alone , Fold over them the weary wing Once flashing through the dews of spring . Yes , let my fancy ...
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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...