To Christian Gottfried Ehrenberg (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
FOR HIS "JUBILAEUM" AT BERLIN, NOVEMBER 5, 1868THOU who hast taught the teachers of mankindHow from the least of things ...
FOR HIS "JUBILAEUM" AT BERLIN, NOVEMBER 5, 1868THOU who hast taught the teachers of mankindHow from the least of things ...
The world has many seas, Mediterranean, Atlantic, buthere is the shore of the one ocean.And here the heavy future hangs ...
Where are they, that song and taleTell of? lands our childhood knew?Sea-locked Faerylands that trailMorning summits, dim with dew,Crimson o'er ...
HERE, vast and awful, the Sierras rearTheir everlasting summits to the sky;The mighty waters of the sunset lieIn all their ...
Fair land! of chivalry the old domain,Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!Though not for thee with classic shores ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
(SIERRAS, 1876)DRAMATIS PERSONAEFirst TouristSecond TouristYuba Bill, DriverA StrangerFIRST TOURISTLook how the upland plunges into cover, Green where the pines fade ...
(SIERRAS)We checked our pace, the red road sharply rounding; We heard the troubled flowOf the dark olive depths of pines ...
Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting,The river sang below;The dim Sierras, far beyond, upliftingTheir minarets of snow.The roaring ...
The world has many seas, Mediterranean, Atlantic, but here is the shore of the one ocean. And here the heavy ...
Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
PEA pods cling to stems. Neponset, the village, Clings to the Burlington railway main line. Terrible midnight limiteds roar through ...
America, from a grain of maize you grew to crown with spacious lands the ocean foam. A grain of maize ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
I call out a secret name, the name of the angel who guards my sleep, and light grows in the ...
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