How To Not Settle It (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
I LIKE, at times, to hear the steeples' chimesWith sober thoughts impressively that mingle;But sometimes, too, I rather like--don't you?--To ...
I LIKE, at times, to hear the steeples' chimesWith sober thoughts impressively that mingle;But sometimes, too, I rather like--don't you?--To ...
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night,On the tombs that lie scatter'd below:The moon fills the place ...
Hail foes to oppression, and lovers of freedom!Your day has arrived, and your power you know:-This host of timeservers, I'm ...
The soldiers lie upon the snow,That no longer gyrates under the spinning lightsNight juggles in her fat black hands.They will ...
What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stopsTo howl more loud, while the snow volley keepsIncessant batter at ...
Dexery-tethery! down in the dike, Under the ooze and the slime,Nestles the wraith of a reticent Gryke, Blubbering bubbles of rhyme:Though the ...
Down in the street the last late hansoms goStill westward, but with backward eyes of redThe harlot shuffles to her ...
A Historical Tragedy in Five Acts.This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to thememory of George Eliot, the ...
TRADES and Professions--these are themes the Muse,Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;But to our Borough they in truth ...
November 5: 1640Harsh words have been utter'd and written on her, Henrietta the Queen:She was young in a difficult part, ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Mr. B---n---r---d goes to the Rooms. His Opinion of Gaming. ...
(As Austin Dobson might have written it)Their pail they must fill In a crystalline springlet,Brave Jack and fair Jill.Their pail ...
I look along the dusty dreary way, So lately strew'd with blossoms fresh and gay,- The sweet procession ...
Now all day long the man who is not deadHastens the dark with inattentive eyes,The woman with white hand and ...
Today I'll sit still.When my dog shuffles over and offers mehis fleas and his soul, I'll turn away.To everything I'll ...
Mother and Father begin to die within me. Thirty years after their stormy death they steal away quietly from my ...
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills ...
South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country, rises that tableland, high delicate outline of bony slopes wincing ...
To find clues where there are none, That's my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The ...
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