The Lover’s Secret (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
WHAT ailed young Lucius? Art had vainly triedTo guess his ill, and found herself defied.The Augur plied his legendary skill;Useless; ...
WHAT ailed young Lucius? Art had vainly triedTo guess his ill, and found herself defied.The Augur plied his legendary skill;Useless; ...
ISONG With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme! O the shepherd lad He is ne'er so glad As when he pipes, ...
Late in March, when the days are growing longer And sight of early green Tells of the coming spring and suns grow ...
I do not own an inch of land, But all I see is mine,-The orchard and the mowing-fields, The lawns and gardens ...
IN domes of dim and ancient gold, In cloisters, where the lightning plays,Where gleam the gorgeous saints of old In aisles of ...
HE found the long room as it was of old,Glimmering with sunset's gold;That made the tapestries seem full of eyesStrange ...
Where, through the myriad leaves of forest trees,The daylight falls, beryl and chrysoprase,The glamour and the glimmer of its raysSeem ...
IT is the hour when Arno turns Her gold to chrysoprase;When each low-hanging star outburns Its faint, mysterious rays,As from the prison ...
Hills are spiralling Into chrysoprase, Eager to be stolidlyPosturing haze.Edges of the world Ever should be far; Sand is not fair linen,Rock a star. ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
The Representation.ARGUMENT. Mundus Opes, Animam Coelum, Terramque resumpsit Terra: DEUS, Vitam cum tulit, Ipse dedit. Solus Amor facit esse DEUM; ...
AT last they met, once, twice, and many times, Until she knew the secret of his being, That essence which ...
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
I Yes! Beauty still rebels! Our dreams like clouds disperse: ...
(_Naples-on-the-Gulf_) I Behind me lie the Everglades, The mystic grassy Everglades, Where the moccasin and the ...
Sometimes I fain would find in thee some fault,That I might love thee still in spite of it:Yet how should ...
Like trains of cars on tracks of plushI hear the level bee:A jar across the flowers goes,Their velvet masonryWithstands until ...
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
The Butterfly's Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on -- How condescending to descend And be of ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
Here's a wonderful thing, A humming-bird's wing In hammered gold, And store well chosen Of snowflakes frozen In crystal cold. ...
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