My Annual (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
How long will this harp which you once loved to hearCheat your lips of a smile or your eyes of ...
How long will this harp which you once loved to hearCheat your lips of a smile or your eyes of ...
BEAR him, comrades, to his grave; Never over one more braveShall the prairie grasses weep, In the ages yet to come,When the ...
It mounts athwart the windy hill Through sallow slopes of upland bare,And Fancy climbs with foot-fall still Its narrowing curves that end ...
Along Virginia's wondering roadsWhile armies hastened on,To Beauregard's great Southern host,Manassas fields upon,Came Colonel Smith's good regiment,Eager for Washington.But Colonel ...
THIS is the way we dress the Doll:-You may make her a shepherdess, the Doll,If you give her a crook ...
April now walks the fields again,Trailing her tearful leavesAnd holding all her frightened buds against her heart:Wrapt in her clouds ...
Where is the war ye march unto,From the early tents of morn?And what are the deeds ye hope to do,Brave ...
But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing ...
I'll tell you a story; but pass the "jack",And let us make merry to-night, my men.Aye, those were the days ...
"COME a little nearer, Doctor,-thank you,-let me take the cup: Draw your chair up,-draw it closer,-just another little sup! May ...
DERE woned once a studente, All in der Stadt Paris,Whom jeder der ihn kennte, Der rowdy Breitmann hiess. He roosted ...
The stars were bright, the breeze was still,The cicada and the whippoorwill,Alone disturbed the scene;A streamlet down the dark ravine,Hasted ...
I wondered wot was doin'. First I seenOle Missus Flood wave signals to Doreen. I'm in the paddick slashin' down ...
Alas! the weary hours pass slow, The night is very dark and still;And in the marshes far below ...
NOW that our pathways sever here,And mine slopes down across the night,Whence I shall see you burning clearA beacon on ...
O BOON and curse in one - this ceaseless needOf looking still behind us and before!Gift to the soul of ...
DUSK-HAIRED and gold-robed o'er the golden wineShe stoops, wherein, distilled of death and shame,Sink the black drops; while, lit with ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers, When, as order'd forward, after a long march, Footsore and weary, soon ...
"HALT! Who goes there?" The sentry's call Rose on the midnight air Above the noises of the camp, The roll ...
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