Shakespeare (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
TERCENTENNIAL CELEBRATIONAPRIL 23, 1864"Who claims our Shakespeare from that realm unknown,Beyond the storm-vexed islands of the deep,Where Genoa's roving mariner ...
TERCENTENNIAL CELEBRATIONAPRIL 23, 1864"Who claims our Shakespeare from that realm unknown,Beyond the storm-vexed islands of the deep,Where Genoa's roving mariner ...
The word of the Lord by nightTo the watching Pilgrims came,As they sat by the seaside,And filled their hearts with ...
When I puff my cigarette,Straight I see a Spanish girl,-Mantilla, fan, coquettish curl,Languid airs and dimpled face,Calculating, fatal grace;Hear a ...
DECEMBER 9, 1871ONE word to the guest we have gathered to greet!The echoes are longing that word to repeat,--It springs ...
April doesnt hurt hereLike it does in New EnglandThe groundVast and brownSurrounds dry townsLocated in the dustOf the coming locustLive ...
"The exiled monarch slowly turn'd away;He could not bear to view those towers again,Which proudly glitter'd in the sun's last ...
AUGUST 5, 1866THOUGH watery deserts hold apartThe worlds of East and West,Still beats the selfsame human heartIn each proud Nation's ...
THE day's sharp strife is ended now,Our work is done, God knoweth how!As on the thronged, unrestful townThe patience of ...
Society has good intentions Bureaucracy is like a friend5years ago - other furies other losses -America'strying to control the uncontrollable ...
In the shadow of the cloister,There are few inclined to roisterWith the men in TonopahSwaggering to primal law.Holy wine is ...
Little brown surf-bather of the mountains!Spirit of foam, lover of cataracts, shaking your wings in falling waters!Have you no fear ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
Sphinx, down whose rugged face The sliding centuries their furrows cleave By sun and frost and cloud-burst; scarce ...
Empieza el llanto de la guitarra. Se rompen las copas de la madrugada. Empieza el llanto de la guitarra. Es ...
Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
The little voices of the prairie dogs Are tireless . . . They will give three hurrahs Alike to stage, ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I confess I am only ...
In Nevada there is a field where giant mushrooms grow One mile high and two miles wide, they say on ...
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