A Family Record (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,Not to these patient friends, this kindly throng,Not to ...
WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,Not to these patient friends, this kindly throng,Not to ...
I sat one evening in my room, In that sweet hour of twilightWhen blended thoughts, half light, half gloom, Throng through the ...
Dark the halls, and cold the feast,Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.All is over, all is done,Twain of yesterday are ...
THE Sunday morn was fresh and clear,The Sunday bells rang cheerly out,The old New England church was nearAnd welcomed faith ...
The little church of Long Ago, where as a boy I satWith mother in the family pew and fumbled with ...
The Editor wrote his political screedIn ink that was fainter and fainter;He rose to the call of his country's need,And ...
It was like chucking-out time In a rough Victorian pub Cherubic Dylan was first to go Lachrymose but with a ...
The Editor wrote his political screed In ink that was fainter and fainter; He rose to the call of his ...
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