The Holmes Birthday BookHoughton, Mifflin, 1889 - 407 pages |
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... golden days " ; in the authors of the Elizabethan time ; in the poets of the first part of this century following that dreary period , suffering alike from the silence of Cowper and the song of Hayley . THE INEVITABLE TRIAL . Oscar II ...
... golden days " ; in the authors of the Elizabethan time ; in the poets of the first part of this century following that dreary period , suffering alike from the silence of Cowper and the song of Hayley . THE INEVITABLE TRIAL . Oscar II ...
Page 54
... golden chain , And Time , the anarch , spares her deathless reign . FEBRUARY 20 . POETRY . Among living people none remain so long un- changed as the actors . The graveyard and the stage are pretty much the only places where you can ...
... golden chain , And Time , the anarch , spares her deathless reign . FEBRUARY 20 . POETRY . Among living people none remain so long un- changed as the actors . The graveyard and the stage are pretty much the only places where you can ...
Page 96
... golden time ! A RHYMED LESSON . MARCH 30 . The inner world of thought and the outer world of events are alike in this that they are both brimful . There is no space between consecutive thoughts , or between the ever - ending series of ...
... golden time ! A RHYMED LESSON . MARCH 30 . The inner world of thought and the outer world of events are alike in this that they are both brimful . There is no space between consecutive thoughts , or between the ever - ending series of ...
Page 101
... golden - chaliced crocus burns ; The long narcissus - blades appear ; The cone - beaked hyacinth returns To light her blue - flamed chandelier . The willow's whistling lashes , wrung By the wild winds of gusty March , With sallow ...
... golden - chaliced crocus burns ; The long narcissus - blades appear ; The cone - beaked hyacinth returns To light her blue - flamed chandelier . The willow's whistling lashes , wrung By the wild winds of gusty March , With sallow ...
Page 110
... golden , — drift , or sky , or sun , The swowdrop , bearing on her patient breast The frozen trophy torn from Winter's crest ; The violet , gazing on the arch of blue Till her own iris wears its deepened hue ; The spendthrift crocus ...
... golden , — drift , or sky , or sun , The swowdrop , bearing on her patient breast The frozen trophy torn from Winter's crest ; The violet , gazing on the arch of blue Till her own iris wears its deepened hue ; The spendthrift crocus ...
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Page 4 - I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, — but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
Page 32 - 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...
Page 50 - Sun of our life, thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day; Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night.
Page 316 - LITTLE I ask ; my wants are few ; I only wish a hut of stone, (A very plain brown stone will do,) That I may call my own ; — And close at hand is such a one, in yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me ; Three courses are as good as ten ; — If .Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three.
Page 342 - Tic-tac ! tic-tac ! go the wheels of thought ; our will cannot stop them ; they cannot stop themselves ; sleep cannot still them ; madness only makes them go faster ; death alone can break into the case, and, seiz> ing the ever-swinging pendulum, which we call the heart, silence at last the clicking of the terrible escapement we have carried so long beneath our wrinkled foreheads.
Page 342 - O Love Divine, that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, On Thee we cast each earthborn care, We smile at pain while Thou art near 1 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 186 - Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did ; " and so, if I might be judge, " God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.
Page 132 - CLEAR the brown path, to meet his coulter's gleam ! Lo ! on he comes, behind his smoking team, With toil's bright dew-drops on his sunburnt brow, The lord of earth, the hero of the plough...
Page 182 - Hnw they surged above the breastwork, as a sea breaks over a deck ; How, driven, yet scarce defeated, our worn-out men retreated, With their powder-horns all emptied, like the swimmers from a wreck...
Page 2 - Deal gently with us, ye who read ! Our largest hope is unfulfilled, — The promise still outruns the deed, — The tower, but not the spire, we build. Our whitest pearl we never find ; Our ripest fruit we never reach ; The flowering moments of the mind Drop half their petals in our speech.