Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
JUNE 8, 1881THREE paths there be where Learning's favored sons,Trained in the schools which hold her favored ones,Follow their several ...
JUNE 8, 1881THREE paths there be where Learning's favored sons,Trained in the schools which hold her favored ones,Follow their several ...
Negro Patriot-Killed In Boston, March 5,!770.WHERE shall we seek for a hero, and where shall we find a story?Our laurels ...
Unequaled genius, whose warm fancy knows No rhyming labor, no poetic throes; To whom Apollo has unlocked his store; Whose coin is struck ...
There was many a token of festal display, And reveling crowds who were never so gay, And, as it were AEolus charming ...
1630ALL overgrown with bush and fern,And straggling clumps of tangled trees,With trunks that lean and boughs that turn,Bent eastward by ...
(To the memory of William Hickey, Esq.)COMING out of India with ten thousand a yearExchanged for flesh and temper, a ...
'Qui vive?' The sentry's musket rings,The channelled bayonet gleams;High o'er him, like a raven's wingsThe broad tricolored banner flingsIts shadow, ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
ILMARINEN FORGES THE SAMPO.Wainamoinen, the magician,Takes his steed of copper color,Hitches quick his fleet-foot courser,Puts his racer to the snow-sledge,Straightway ...
THE UNWELCOME GUEST.I have brought young Kaukomieli,Brought the Islander and hero,Also known as Lemminkainen,Through the jaws of death and ruin,Through ...
Year after year, as Summer suns come round, Upon the Calais packet am I found: Thence to Geneva hurried by ...
Sons of freedom! break your slumbersThe day of glory's drawing nigh,Against us tyranny's red numbersRear their bloody banner high. ...
THE snow was red with patriot blood, The proud foe tracked the blood-red snow. The flying patriots crossed the flood ...
What though the foe exultant carouses in the keep,His hirelings on the parapets to jeer our pennants torn?The fight began ...
The overfaithful sword returns the user His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood. The clamour of the arrogant ...
Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, "Many feet have worn it and the road is old ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
My Master is a man of might With manners like a hog; He makes me slave from morn to night ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
The star in my Hand is falling All the uniforms know what's no use May I bow to Necessity not ...
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