The Exile’s Secret (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
YE that have faced the billows and the sprayOf good St. Botolph's island-studded bay,As from the gliding bark your eye ...
YE that have faced the billows and the sprayOf good St. Botolph's island-studded bay,As from the gliding bark your eye ...
THEY sat before a dugoutIn the unfamiliar quiet of silenced guns.And one said:"Now that it's overWhat about a bit of ...
My garden roses long agoHave perished from the leaf-strewn walks;Their pale, fair sisters smile no moreUpon the sweet-brier stalks.Gone with ...
They come back in their whiteshifts, their ruffled shawls of saltwhite, the way the dead always returnwhen you need them ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
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