The Exile’s Secret (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
YE that have faced the billows and the sprayOf good St. Botolph's island-studded bay,As from the gliding bark your eye ...
YE that have faced the billows and the sprayOf good St. Botolph's island-studded bay,As from the gliding bark your eye ...
MADAM,I read your letter with all that allowance which critical candour couldrequire, but after all find so much to object ...
I Have heard sundry men oft times disputeOf trees, that in one year will twice bear fruit.But if a man ...
A pox of this fooling, and plotting of late, What a pother, and stir has it kept in the state? Let the ...
DEAR sir, accept this missive sentFrom one whose mind's sincerely bent,On ever acting so with you,As shall evince her friendship ...
Of all the Belles that tread the Stage,There's none like pretty Polly,And all the Musick of the Age,Except her Voice, ...
Of all the Belles that tread the Stage,There's none like pretty Polly,And all the Musick of the Age,Except her Voice, ...
Macheath having bold Comrades in Sholes,And most of them being poor easy Fools;I'd have 'em take Care, he don't make ...
Since, Sir, on the Alphabet, lately 'tis grownThe Fashion to spread our Wit about Town,My Horn--book once more I shall ...
GOOD roaring pistol-boys, brave lads of gold,Good roistering easy maids, blown cock-a-hoopOn floods of tavern-steam, I greet you! DrunkWith wild ...
Time erodes the fundamental.. . . . .Civilization said long ago,"Man is fixt and set,Unchanging now,Amid the fretOf evolution.The tides ...
With eager search to dart the soul,Curiously vain, from pole to pole,And from the planets' wandering spheresTo extort the number ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,And cruel parents teach, to read and write!What need of letters? wherefore should ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
I.IN yonder dark and narrow lodging,There rests a patriot's body,Which, after many a slip and dodging,Death took in safe custody.II.What ...
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...
NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor; But gave the ...
NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor; But gave the ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
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