Poem For The Two Hundred And Fiftieth Anniversary Of The Founding Of Harvard College (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
TWICE had the mellowing sun of autumn crownedThe hundredth circle of his yearly round,When, as we meet to-day, our fathers ...
TWICE had the mellowing sun of autumn crownedThe hundredth circle of his yearly round,When, as we meet to-day, our fathers ...
THE FAIRY 'The present and the past thou hast beheld. It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn, The secrets of the future--Time! Unfold ...
Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as oneWho staggers forth into the air and sunFrom the dark chamber of a mortal ...
The shades of the Night are now fading away,And Morn in her balmy effulgence is seen ;The lark pours his ...
THIS POEM, DEDICATED TO HIS MOTHER.To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.As with the gentle fading of the ...
Died at Hartford, October 23d, 1861, aged 20. How beautiful in deathThe young and lovely sleeper lies--Sweet calmness on the close-sealed ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
With musing mind I watch thee steal Above those envious clouds that hid ...
WITH silent step behold her steal Over those envious clouds that hidTill now her face, then stand-a seal ...
I.IT is the music of her native land,-- The airs she used to love in happier days; The lute is ...
O Friend too dearly lov'd, O name ador'd!My fancy's idol, and my reason's lord!In vain a powerful duty bids us ...
BECAUSE you are fair as souls of the lost are fair, And your eyelids laugh with desire, and your laughing ...
Who knows what days I answer for to-day: Giving the bud I give the flower. I bow This yet unfaded ...
Learn wisdom, this is wisdom, cry The teachers; and the teachers die. What should it profit me were mine The ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
The shell of objects inwardly consumed Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes; Such sense hath Fire to waste the ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
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