American Academy Centennial Celebration (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
MAY 26, 1880SIRE, son, and grandson; so the century glides;Three lives, three strides, three foot-prints in the sand;Silent as midnight's ...
MAY 26, 1880SIRE, son, and grandson; so the century glides;Three lives, three strides, three foot-prints in the sand;Silent as midnight's ...
"OH ! Lady, listen to my tale, " 'Twill drive the roses from thy cheek;"Let soft humanity prevail, "And hear the hapless ...
I. She comes,--the dreamy daughter Of day and night,--a girl, Who o'er the western water Lifts up her moon of pearl: Like some Rebecca at ...
Over the twilight field,Over the glimmering fieldAnd bleeding furrows, with their sodden yieldOf sheaves that still did writhe,After the scythe;The ...
To decay, to become mould, dank mould,Green-lipped, festered; to become dust-To be thwarted asunder by the hand of time-To be ...
How soothing is that sound of far--off wheels Under the golden sheen of the harvest moon! In the shade--chequered road it half ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I sat apart upon a hill, And piped and piped ...
What are these women up to? They've gone and strung Drapes over the windows, cutting out light And the slightest ...
… Thus from a mixture of all kinds began, That het'rogeneous thing, an Englishman: In eager ...
OH ! Lady, listen to my tale, 'Twill drive the roses from thy cheek;"Let soft humanity prevail, "And ...
OH ! hear a pensive captive's prayer,For liberty that sighs;And never let thine heart be shutAgainst the prisoner's cries.For here ...
So there's my year, the twelvemonth duly told Since last I climbed this brow and gloated round Upon the lands ...
THE scatter'd straws from richer cargoes strown,I've gather'd up and treasured as my own:Yet to no robbery do I confess,My ...
The harvest will come at the end of the age the gleanings of the Lord reaping in king what we ...
The gleanings of the pruning that the trees would be more fruitful a sprig of apple limbs fallen to the ...
restorative, as the creator planned the sacredness of rest written purposefully into the cycle of the weeks, the years, letting ...
I can't do much; little money I have no husband to provide, no sons, just a little. My gifts so ...
Slimmer pickings at the farm stand smaller, more immature lighter kernels on the cob late corn, from the gleanings before ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
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