Bryant’s Seventieth Birthday (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
NOVEMBER 3, 1864O EVEN-HANDED Nature! we confessThis life that men so honor, love, and blessHas filled thine olden measure. Not ...
NOVEMBER 3, 1864O EVEN-HANDED Nature! we confessThis life that men so honor, love, and blessHas filled thine olden measure. Not ...
The flowers still bloom in fair Ionia's isles ;On Marathon the summer sun still smiles ;The zephyr in the balmy ...
Demeter sad! the wells of sorrow lay Eternal gushing in thy lonely path. Methinks I see her now--an awful shape Tall o'er a ...
That we've broken their statues,that we've driven them out of their temples,doesn't mean at all that the gods are dead.O ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,With unlocked senses, ...
My heart awakened to life in your valleys, Your waves played around me. And all of the fair ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Just because we've torn their statues down, and cast them from their temples, doesn't for a moment mean the gods ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
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