My Annual (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
How long will this harp which you once loved to hearCheat your lips of a smile or your eyes of ...
How long will this harp which you once loved to hearCheat your lips of a smile or your eyes of ...
The wiree sang that Christmas Day,A rippling, limpid, liquid lay In clump and cover trilling;On ripened grain and gleaming roadThe molten, ...
Down the road which asters tangle, Thro' the gap where green-briar twines, By the path where dry leaves ...
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