Iris, Her Book (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
I PRAY thee by the soul of her that bore thee,By thine own sister's spirit I implore thee,Deal gently with ...
I PRAY thee by the soul of her that bore thee,By thine own sister's spirit I implore thee,Deal gently with ...
The noontide sun streamed brightly downMoriah's mountain crest,The golden blaze of his vivid raysTinged sacred Jordan's breast;While towering palms and ...
_Youth_ dreams of all the years shall hold,--Of poems writ, of battles won,Of statues made, of love, of gold,And honors, ...
I SAT within my tranquil room;The twilight shadows sank and roseWith slowly flickering motions, wavedGrotesquely through the dusk repose;There came ...
J. A.ONE memory trembles on our lips;It throbs in every breast;In tear-dimmed eyes, in mirth's eclipse,The shadow stands confessed.O silent ...
Why into that darkened chamber Walk you with such noiseless tread?No slumbering one will awaken-- The sheeted form is dead.Why gaze on ...
Wail for Daedalus, all that is fairest!All that is tuneful in air or wave!Shapes whose beauty is truest and rarest,Haunt ...
From the window of the chapel softly sounds an organ's note,Through the wintry Sabbath gloaming drifting shreds of music float,And ...
And down towards the languid, sinking sun,Along the winding, wattle-guarded track,He passed, and left his heavy swag, as oneWho casts ...
When morning shows her first faint flush,I think of the tender blushThat crept so gently to your cheekWhen first my ...
DANVERS, 1866BANKRUPT! our pockets inside out!Empty of words to speak his praises!Worcester and Webster up the spout!Dead broke of laudatory ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
Awake, my muse, ye goodly sights among,The land of Boone and Kenton claims my song.Thro' other scenes our lovers take ...
Early in life, when hope seems prophecy, And strong desire can sometimes mould a fate, My dream was ...
'Twas on a gloomy afternoon When all the world was out of tune, And lover's lot amiss, When Chloe, waiting ...
We was speakin' of folks, jes' common folks, An' we come to this conclusion, That wherever they be, on land ...
Beneath this mound her hallowed ashes lie; In this dark grave her weary form reposes,And all of her which death ...
Some day we're going to wander-you and I,Back, back to pleasant paths we used to know,And welcome once again with ...
When the thunder of the battle rolls no more, And the last bugles blow o'er the plain,They'll be many ...
A few long-hoarded pennies in his hand Behold him stand; A kilted Hedonist, perplexed and sad. The joy that once ...
She sits beside the window. All who pass Turn once again to gaze on her sweet face. She is so ...
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