Humboldt’s Birthday (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION, SEPTEMBER 14, 1869BONAPARTE, AUGUST 15, 1769.-HUMBOLDT, SEPTEMBER 14, 1769ERE yet the warning chimes of midnight sound,Set back the ...
CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION, SEPTEMBER 14, 1869BONAPARTE, AUGUST 15, 1769.-HUMBOLDT, SEPTEMBER 14, 1769ERE yet the warning chimes of midnight sound,Set back the ...
Your hands, my dear, adorable,Your lips of tenderness-- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well,Three years, or a bit less.It ...
The Midland Great Western is doing its best,And the circular ticket is safe in my vest;But I know that my ...
1Would that the winds might only blowAs they blew in the golden long ago--!Laden with odors of Orient islesWhere ever ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
COME , then, explore with me each winding glen,Far from the noisy haunts of busy men;Let us with stedfast eye ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
October 21: 1805Heard ye the thunder of battle Low in the South and afar?Saw ye the flash of the death-cloud ...
The poet cried, ' I am obsessed, * And out of joint I find the times ; Silent the Muse ...
Behold an Indian isle, reposedUpon the deep's enamoured breast,Even like a royal bride, be-rosedWith passion in her happy rest.Or, when ...
1230Unnamed, unknown:--his hands across his breast Set in sepulchral rest,In yon low cave-like niche the warrior lies, --A shrine within ...
Who carries the gun? A lad from over the Tweed. Then let him go, for well we know He comes ...
It was my home, not ringed with roses blowing, Nor set in meadows where cool waters croon; Parched ...
Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness -- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Maiden most beautiful, mother most bountiful, lady of lands, Queen and republican, crowned of the centuries whose years are thy ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
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