Opening The Window (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
THUS I lift the sash, so longShut against the flight of song;All too late for vain excuse,--Lo, my captive rhymes ...
THUS I lift the sash, so longShut against the flight of song;All too late for vain excuse,--Lo, my captive rhymes ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powersHas come across the ocean To harm this land of ours;And heresies ...
For the sun that shone at the dawn of spring,For the flowers which bloom and the birds that sing,For the ...
Give us a call! We keep good beer,Wine, and brandy, and whiskey here;Our doors are open to boys and men,And ...
A is for Alice a-dressing the Queen. B is for Borogoves, mimsy and lean. C is the Cheshire Cat, wearing ...
Stranger, approach! within this iron doorThrice locked and bolted, this rude arch beneathThat vaults with ponderous stone the cell; confinedBy ...
Do not fret, do not cry, do not taxYour last strength, and your heart do not torture.You're alive, you're inside ...
"PALE, climbing disk, who dost lone vigil keep When all the flower-heads droop in drowsy swoon; When lily bells fold ...
O, that joy so soon should waste! Or so sweet a bliss As a kiss Might not for ever last! ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; ...
We were born of tea, our mum could drink fourteen cups a day, an awesome feat to try to rationalise, ...
No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesn't matter anyway. I always had an inkling that ...
Ah, the aromas of that conversation, the brimming, cappuccino smile swirled in chocolate rich and cinnamoned, the gentle coffee curlicues ...
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which ...
In Warsaw, blackbird girls swoop down in flocks the old town square a swirl of dark-eyed dark-haired girls in brilliant ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
Cupid, because thou shin'st in Stella's eyes, That from her locks, thy day-nets, noe scapes free, That those lips swell, ...
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