The Mother’s Secret (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
How sweet the sacred legend--if unblamedIn my slight verse such holy things are named--Of Mary's secret hours of hidden joy,Silent, ...
How sweet the sacred legend--if unblamedIn my slight verse such holy things are named--Of Mary's secret hours of hidden joy,Silent, ...
Marvels of sleep, grown cold! Who hath not longed to foldWith pitying ruth, forgetful of their bliss, Those cherub forms that lie, With ...
Ah! I shall kill myself with dreams! These dreams that softly lap me round Through trance-like hours in which meseems That I am ...
Oh! I am sick of what I am. Of allWhich I in life can ever hope to be.Angels of light ...
SO heavenly beautiful it lay, It was less like a human corse Than that fair shape in which perforce A ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
To glibly say that Joe was sort of odd quite missed the point. Peculiar in many ways and kind of ...
In these quiet moments before the night softens the mountains of the South and deflates the clouds that float beneath ...
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
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