On The Death Of President Garfield (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
I.FALLEN with autumn's falling leafEre yet his summer's noon was past,Our friend, our guide, our trusted chief,--What words can match ...
I.FALLEN with autumn's falling leafEre yet his summer's noon was past,Our friend, our guide, our trusted chief,--What words can match ...
Gently thou beckonest from the giant hills The new-born beauty in the emerald sky, And wakening murmurs from the drowsy rills-- O gladsome ...
A TEAR welled up from a poet heartAnd fell on a rose;Lay there, bitter, and made it smart,--The red, red ...
I cannot understandThe wild, mad linesWritten on the misted window-panes,By a withered twig.It may be a portentFrom a veiled remoteness,Where ...
Still, of her course, two hours had night to run; Yet, for departure so had all prepared; So the Egyptians, ...
The last leaves' embers in total immolation Rise into the sky; this whole forest Seethes with irritation, just as we ...
in the stillness of the sanctuary my head bowed in prayer, but still I could see your cross, beams of ...
She came at night, her gentle hands defused the ticking bomb that was his brain, she soothed the pain and ...
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
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