For the Moore Centennial Celebration (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
When I love, as some have told Love I shall, when I am old, O ye Graces! make me fit ...
I Here's the mould of a musical bird long passed from light, Which over the earth before man came was ...
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on ...
'But that was nothing to what things came out From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.' 'What were they? Mermaids? dragons? ...
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
He climbed toward the blinding light and when his eyes adjusted he looked down and could see his fellow prisoners ...
When I heard he had entered the harbor, and circled the wharf for days, I expected the worst: shallow water, ...
Glory of architect, glory of painter, and sculptor, and bard, Living forever in temple and picture and statue and song, ...
Absorbed in familiar rhythms, carillon of senses steeped in good vibrations, surrounded by musical beat pulsing potently in avidly articulated ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,-- Such tents the Patriarchs loved ! O long unharmed May all its ag?d boughs ...
Whom should I choose for my Judge? the earnest, impersonal reader, Who, in the work, forgets me and the world ...
Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel! How many Bards in city garret pent, While at their window they with downward eye ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
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