Poem For The Two Hundred And Fiftieth Anniversary Of The Founding Of Harvard College (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
TWICE had the mellowing sun of autumn crownedThe hundredth circle of his yearly round,When, as we meet to-day, our fathers ...
TWICE had the mellowing sun of autumn crownedThe hundredth circle of his yearly round,When, as we meet to-day, our fathers ...
Call the strange spirit that abides unseenIn wilds, and wastes, and shaggy solitudes,And bid his dim hand lead thee through ...
IT little profits that, an idle man,On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,I mope, a solitary pelican,And glower ...
INSPIRATION. All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost, Sat equal priests at her high Pentecost; Only the chrism and sacrament ...
Ariel to Miranda:-- TakeThis slave of music, for the sakeOf him who is the slave of thee;And teach it all ...
As in the bursting springtime over the eyeOf one who haunts the fields fair visions creepBeneath the closéd lids (afore ...
Spring-like Prospero through all the landNow waves again his magic wand,From Winter's long captivityTo set the April-blossoms free. (John Bannister ...
"THOU, bright Futurity! whose prospect beams, In dawning radiance on our day-light dreams; Whose lambent meteors and ethereal forms Gild ...
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
Alone. For Jack has gone away, To hide his head in proofs and letters;And left me here to spend the ...
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
It is a pleasant thing to rhyme, Providing it but bring you money;But sweeter still to pass the time In ...
O good old Year! this night's your last.And must you go? With you I've passedSome days that bear revision.For these ...
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
Sam Adamson, the driver, heFlung a bunch of waste to me."That's to keep your hands," he said,Then he turned and ...
The still gods, though they move apart From interchange of thoughts with men,Yearn to come down, and, in the mart, ...
So young, but already the splendor Of genius robed him about -- Already the dangerous, tender Regard of the gods ...
"Caliban, Trinculo, My insolent mates, Don't you know me?" It is Stephano. Pour me another mug of mead To block ...
Ariel to Miranda: -- Take This slave of music, for the sake Of him who is the slave of thee; ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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