The Old Player (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
THE curtain rose; in thunders long and loudThe galleries rung; the veteran actor bowed.In flaming line the telltales of the ...
THE curtain rose; in thunders long and loudThe galleries rung; the veteran actor bowed.In flaming line the telltales of the ...
HER triumphs are over, the crownHas passed from her brow;And she smiles, "To whom now does the townMy poor laurels ...
There were no romping children at Doctor Quibble's door;Long past the silver wedding, no toys lay on the floor,But to ...
Have you seen the tidy cottage in the straggling, dusty street,Where the roses swing their censers by the door?Have you ...
Next to my office where I edit poems ("Can poems be edited?") there is the Chicago Models club. All day ...
My voice is you.I see you breathing throughThe tones you made.With subtle power builtOut of your soul and brain.How can ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
How is it that I am now so softly awakened,My leaves shaken down with music?-Darling, I love you.It is not ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
(OPENING OF THE CALIFORNIA THEATRE, SAN FRANCISCO, JANUARY 19, 1870)Brief words, when actions wait, are well:The prompter's hand is on ...
Behind the footlights hangs the rusty baize,A trifle shabby in the upturned blazeOf flaring gas and curious eyes that gaze.The ...
The little painted angels flit,See, down the narrow staircase, whereThe pink legs flicker over it!Blonde, and bewigged, and winged with ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the ...
THE HAGGARD woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers of white flowers . in your poem you ...
Life is simple and gay The bright sun rings with a quiet sound The sound of the bells has quieted ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
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