Poem For The Two Hundred And Fiftieth Anniversary Of The Founding Of Harvard College (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
TWICE had the mellowing sun of autumn crownedThe hundredth circle of his yearly round,When, as we meet to-day, our fathers ...
TWICE had the mellowing sun of autumn crownedThe hundredth circle of his yearly round,When, as we meet to-day, our fathers ...
WHAT secret charm, long whispering in mine ear,Allures, attracts, compels, and chains me here,Where murmuring echoes call me to resignTheir ...
THESE hallowed precincts, long to memory dear,Smile with fresh welcome as our feet draw near;With softer gales the opening leaves ...
THE Banker's dinner is the stateliest feastThe town has heard of for a year, at least;The sparry lustres shed their ...
(TERPSICHORE)Read at the Annual Dinner of the Phi Beta Kappa Society, atCambridge, August 24, 1843.IN narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse,In ...
JUNE 8, 1881THREE paths there be where Learning's favored sons,Trained in the schools which hold her favored ones,Follow their several ...
AN ACADEMIC POEM1829-1879Read at the Commencement Dinner of the Alumni of HarvardUniversity, June 25, 1879.WHILE fond, sad memories all around ...
THIS is our place of meeting; oppositeThat towered and pillared building: look at it;King's Chapel in the Second George's day,Rebellion ...
How sweet the sacred legend--if unblamedIn my slight verse such holy things are named--Of Mary's secret hours of hidden joy,Silent, ...
THE curtain rose; in thunders long and loudThe galleries rung; the veteran actor bowed.In flaming line the telltales of the ...
IN the hour of twilight shadowsThe Pilgrim sire looked out;He thought of the "bloudy Salvages"That lurked all round about,Of Wituwamet's ...
CAMBRIDGE, JULY 21, 1865FOUR summers coined their golden light in leaves,Four wasteful autumns flung them to the gale,Four winters wore ...
NOVEMBER 3, 1864O EVEN-HANDED Nature! we confessThis life that men so honor, love, and blessHas filled thine olden measure. Not ...
PRECISELY. I see it. You all want to sayThat a tear is too sad and a laugh is too gay;You ...
PRESENTED BY GEORGE W. CHILDS, OF PHILADELPHIAWELCOME, thrice welcome is thy silvery gleam,Thou long-imprisoned stream!Welcome the tinkle of thy crystal ...
1862'T is midnight: through my troubled dreamLoud wails the tempest's cry;Before the gale, with tattered sail,A ship goes plunging by.What ...
IT is a pity and a shame--alas! alas! I know it is,To tread the trodden grapes again, but so it ...
AUTOCRAT-PROFESSOR-POETAT A BOOKSTOREAnno Domini 1972A CRAZY bookcase, placed beforeA low-price dealer's open door;Therein arrayed in broken rowsA ragged crew of ...
THIS is your month, the month of "perfect days,"Birds in full song and blossoms all ablaze.Nature herself your earliest welcome ...
SHE has gone,— she has left us in passion and pride,— Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She has torn ...
READ AT THE MEETING HELD AT MUSIC HALL,FEBRUARY 8, 1876, IN MEMORY OF DR. SAMUEL G. HOWEI.LEADER of armies, Israel's ...
TERCENTENNIAL CELEBRATIONAPRIL 23, 1864"Who claims our Shakespeare from that realm unknown,Beyond the storm-vexed islands of the deep,Where Genoa's roving mariner ...
How long will this harp which you once loved to hearCheat your lips of a smile or your eyes of ...
IT is not what we say or sing,That keeps our charm so long unbroken,Though every lightest leaf we bringMay touch ...
THE summer dawn is breakingOn Auburn's tangled bowers,The golden light is wakingOn Harvard's ancient towers;The sun is in the skyThat ...
Breakfast at the Century Club, New York, May, 1879.SUCH kindness! the scowl of a cynic would soften,His pulse beat its ...
BRAVE singer of the coming time,Sweet minstrel of the joyous present,Crowned with the noblest wreath of rhyme,The holly-leaf of Ayrshire's ...
THEY tell us that the Muse is soon to fly hence,Leaving the bowers of song that once were dear,Her robes ...
The Comet! He is on his way,And singing as he flies;The whizzing planets shrink beforeThe spectre of the skies;Ah! well ...
December 17, l807 - September 7, 1892THOU, too, hast left us. While with heads bowed low,And sorrowing hearts, we mourned ...
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