The School-Boy (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
THESE hallowed precincts, long to memory dear,Smile with fresh welcome as our feet draw near;With softer gales the opening leaves ...
THESE hallowed precincts, long to memory dear,Smile with fresh welcome as our feet draw near;With softer gales the opening leaves ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent ...
LET men remember, when they pray,The rose and silver dawns of May,Most palely, spiritually gray;The sky above the blossomed trees,Pale ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
LOUISATOEMMA,HER FRIEND IN THE EAST-INDIES.THEE EMMA , four slow-circling years have seenPress, with thy pensive foot, Savannas green;Seen thee, with ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers ...
As one, who journeys over unknown lands,Ere yet the sun withdraws his western ray,Stops on some mountain's brow, whose site ...
734If He were living-dare I ask-And how if He be dead-And so around the Words I went-Of meeting them-afraid-I hinted ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew-bespangled wing, With vermeil cheek and whisper soft She wooes the tardy Spring: ...
If He were living -- dare I ask -- And how if He be dead -- And so around the ...
With many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near Warble in shade their ...
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
On the wide level of a mountain's head, (I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place) Their pinions, ostrich-like, ...
Now it's over, and now it's done; Why does everything look the same? Just as bright, the unheeding sun, -- ...
Annie Marshall was a foundling, and lived in Downderry, And was trained up by a coast-guardsman, kind-hearted and merry And ...
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