The Organ-Blower (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
CHORDS are touch'd by Apollo,--the death-laden bow, too, he bendeth; While he the shepherdess charms, Python he lays in the ...
It's like the Light -- A fashionless Delight -- It's like the Bee -- A dateless -- Melody -- It's ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
Oh, slow to smit and swift to spare, Gentle and merciful and just! Who, in the fear of God, didst ...
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, yet, ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
THOU of an independent mind, With soul resolv'd, with soul resign'd; Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave, Who wilt not ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams, Whom kingdoms on this day should hail; An inmate in the casual shed, On ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob'd in ...
'Twas near the Begum Kothie the battle began, Where innocent blood as plentiful as water ran; The Begum Kothie was ...
Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's holy fane, And burn'd through long ages of darkness and storm, Is ...
Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling, In shame and in sorrow, thy wither'd-up heart -- If drinking deep, ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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