An After-Dinner Poem (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
(TERPSICHORE)Read at the Annual Dinner of the Phi Beta Kappa Society, atCambridge, August 24, 1843.IN narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse,In ...
(TERPSICHORE)Read at the Annual Dinner of the Phi Beta Kappa Society, atCambridge, August 24, 1843.IN narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse,In ...
I LIKE, at times, to hear the steeples' chimesWith sober thoughts impressively that mingle;But sometimes, too, I rather like--don't you?--To ...
Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you,And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea ...
WHILE Tweed's fam'd stream in numbers rolls along,And Tay's meanders sweetly glide in song;Thy windings Esk, in silence should not ...
Of all the ill-fatedBoys ever createdYoung Jack was the wretchedest lad:An emphatic, erratic,Dogmatic fanaticWas foisted upon him as dad!From the ...
We took a walk to Pamphy linns— Three other friends and I,Glad-hearted as when day begins With summer in the ...
Smith is a very stupid man; He lives next door to me;He has no settled scheme or plan ...
On fire-horses and wind-horses we career.—CarlyleHurrah! for the mighty engine, As he bounds along his track:Hurrah, for the life that ...
COME out, said Leonard, bursting through my door, His black curls tangled like a fretting sea,-- "Come out, nor waste ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went,Beyond Sturt's Western track,The rolling tide of change has sentSome strange J.P.'s out back.And Saltbush ...
SO, dear Fred, you're not content Though I quote the books you lent, And I've kept that spray you sent ...
Close thy Byron; open thy Goethe. —CarlyleSome half-a-dozen years or so, When life had yet no crown of iron,I took ...
Now when, beneath the riotous drinking,The witches found the liquor sinkingSo low their ladles couldn't reach it,The blacksmith with a ...
("If I have erred I err in company with AbrahamLincoln."--THEODORE ROOSEVELT.)If e'er my rhyming be at fault, If e'er I ...
Here stand my books, line upon lineThey reach the roof, and row by row,They speak of faded tastes of mine,And ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
Carlyle combined the lit'ry life With throwing teacups at his wife, Remarking, rather testily, "Oh, stop your dodging, Mrs. C.!" ...
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