Address For The Opening Of The Fifth Avenue Theatre (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
NEW YORK, DECEMBER 3, 1873HANG out our banners on the stately towerIt dawns at last--the long-expected hour!The steep is climbed, ...
NEW YORK, DECEMBER 3, 1873HANG out our banners on the stately towerIt dawns at last--the long-expected hour!The steep is climbed, ...
Art thou he?-The seer and sage, the hero and lover-yea,The man of men, then away from the haughtydayCome with me!Ho-ho! ...
THE curtain rose; in thunders long and loudThe galleries rung; the veteran actor bowed.In flaming line the telltales of the ...
Oh! the image and the fable of the Sphynx! What lessons do they teach, What sermons do they preachOf the riddle and ...
Thou sinless and sweet one - thy voice is a strainWhich yields solace to sadness, and balm to my pain,From ...
An Actor sits in doubtful gloom,His stock-in-trade unfurled,In a damp funereal dressing-roomIn the Theatre Royal, World.He comes to town at ...
By Acqua Fredda's cloister-wallI pause to feel the mountain breeze,And watch the shadows eastward fallFrom immemorial cypress trees.Like arms outstretched ...
Most tangible of all the gods that be,O Santa Claus-- our own since Infancy!As first we scampered to thee-- now, ...
THE BRAVE old land of deed and song,Of gentle hearts and spirits strong,Of queenly maids and heroes grand,Of equal laws,-our ...
HAPPY boy, happy boy,David the immortal-willed,Youth a thousand thousand timesSlain, but not once killed,Swaggering again today In the old contemptuous ...
Tonight the wind gnawsWith teeth of glass,The jackdaw shiversIn caged branches of iron,The stars have talons.There is hunger in the ...
SO keen, so clear thy genius, that no mistOf subtlest praise can baffle or delayThe lance-like, swift illuminating ray,Wherewith, O ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
I stood in the street in the noontide, precisely at midday time,For the loud-mouthed bells of the G.P.O. had that ...
Half veiled by the delaying twilight, lies Each happy child. On eyes divinely blue Slumber has fallen gently as the ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
In the dark and damp of the alley cold, Lay the Christmas tree that hadn't been sold; By a shopman ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories