The Holmes Birthday BookHoughton, Mifflin, 1889 - 407 pages |
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Page 28
... voice ? No silent message when from midnight skies Heaven looks upon us with its myriad eyes ? JANUARY 28 . THE SCHOOL - BOY . I thank God that a great many people believe a great deal more than I do . I think , when it comes to serious ...
... voice ? No silent message when from midnight skies Heaven looks upon us with its myriad eyes ? JANUARY 28 . THE SCHOOL - BOY . I thank God that a great many people believe a great deal more than I do . I think , when it comes to serious ...
Page 30
... voices known so well of friends that still are dear ? H. C. M. , H. S. , J. K. W. Are angel faces , silent and serene , Bent on the conflicts of this little scene , Whose dream - like efforts , whose unreal strife , Are but the preludes ...
... voices known so well of friends that still are dear ? H. C. M. , H. S. , J. K. W. Are angel faces , silent and serene , Bent on the conflicts of this little scene , Whose dream - like efforts , whose unreal strife , Are but the preludes ...
Page 40
... harbor . New modes of warfare thundered their demand for a new poet to describe them ; and Nature has an- swered in the voice of our Battle - Laureate . OUR BATTLE - LAUREATE . James Otis , 1725 ; F. W. P. Greenwood , 40 FEBRUARY 5 .
... harbor . New modes of warfare thundered their demand for a new poet to describe them ; and Nature has an- swered in the voice of our Battle - Laureate . OUR BATTLE - LAUREATE . James Otis , 1725 ; F. W. P. Greenwood , 40 FEBRUARY 5 .
Page 42
... voice that touched the heart as no other had done since the Scotch peasant was laid down to slumber in the soil his song had hallowed . MECHANISM IN THOUGHT AND MORALS . FEBRUARY 8 . Never was there such a pawn - shop for poets to ...
... voice that touched the heart as no other had done since the Scotch peasant was laid down to slumber in the soil his song had hallowed . MECHANISM IN THOUGHT AND MORALS . FEBRUARY 8 . Never was there such a pawn - shop for poets to ...
Page 58
... voices of morning ! how sweet is their thrill When the shadows have turned , and the evening grows still ! The text of our lives may get wiser with age , But the print was so fair on its twentieth page ! OUR INDIAN SUMMER . FEBRUARY 24 ...
... voices of morning ! how sweet is their thrill When the shadows have turned , and the evening grows still ! The text of our lives may get wiser with age , But the print was so fair on its twentieth page ! OUR INDIAN SUMMER . FEBRUARY 24 ...
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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.