Our Yankee Girls (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
LET greener lands and bluer skies,If such the wide earth shows,With fairer cheeks and brighter eyes,Match us the star and ...
LET greener lands and bluer skies,If such the wide earth shows,With fairer cheeks and brighter eyes,Match us the star and ...
Here I love you.In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.Days, all ...
In the spring-time, out of the dew, From my garden, sweet friend, I gather, A garland of verses, or ratherA poem of ...
That conjuring name doth change the centuries,And the enchanted pagan world restore!Old Triton and the Nereids sport beforePoseidon's chariot storming ...
I. UNDER THE TREES.There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapesOf this and this occasion, sisterlyIn their resemblances, each effigyCrowned with the ...
Dearly beloved Countrymen and Friends, Accept the verse an half--starv'd Poet sends: Who scant of paper in these needy times, ...
_A lay sung in the Temple of Minerva Girtanensis_. I Aemilia Girtonensis, By the Nine Muses swore That the ...
Peace tries to land in Vietnam,but only after a cautious examination.Day after day, month following month,flutters, runs away, hovers again.If ...
Would that with the bold Champlain,And his comrades staunch and true,I had crossed the stormy main,Golden visions to pursue: And ...
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the ...
This is the year the old ones, the old great ones leave us alone on the road. The road leads ...
'Tis done---and shivering in the gale The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o'er the bending mast, Loud sings ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op'ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its ...
Bring, bring to deck my brow, ye Sylvan girls, A roseate wreath; nor for my waving hair The costly band ...
"HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!" O, hallow'd Tree ! Such is the boast thy bark displays; Thy branches, like thy Patron's ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky, Rousing the world to labour's various cry, To tend the flock, to ...
Of all the fair months, that round the sun In light-link'd dance their circles run, Sweet May, shine thou for ...
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