King’s Chapel (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
READ AT THE TWO HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARYIs it a weanling's weakness for the pastThat in the stormy, rebel-breeding town,Swept clean of ...
READ AT THE TWO HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARYIs it a weanling's weakness for the pastThat in the stormy, rebel-breeding town,Swept clean of ...
YON sun, who runs his annual courseAbout earth's varied bound,While slow revolving seasons roll,Their never-ceasing round-Yon rising sun, whose early ...
Thou base repiner at another's joy,Whose eye turns green at merit not thine own,Oh, far away from generous Britons fly,And ...
Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps:She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies,Smiles ...
Thinking about death I can't sleep.And not sleeping, I think about death.And life runs the same as the flight.And every ...
EDWARD SHORE.Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou light divine!Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine!Oft will the body's weakness ...
A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewellTo all the follies which in Europe dwell;To Eastern India now, a richer ...
THE CONFIDANT.Anna was young and lovely--in her eyeThe glance of beauty, in her cheek the dye:Her shape was slender, and ...
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
CHAUNTED BY JACK SAVAGE, AT THE LIFE-WAKE OF THE FINE ARKANSAS GENTLEMAN, WHO DIED BEFORE HIS TIME, 1859.(Occasioned by a ...
Come out into the garden, Maud; In whispered tones young Percy said: He but repeated what ...
In the sad evening of my life,A single star upon me smiles, And makes the world's turmoil and strife Seem ...
OH cruel England! standing coldly by, While groans of human creatures rend the sky. The mother's darling and the sister's ...
"ROUGH pasture where the blackberries grow!- It bears upon its churlish face No sign of beauty, art, or ...
Dark lady of the laggard dawn, Hiding within her gully deep;Long have night's curtains been withdrawn Before her earliest sun-shaft's ...
Oh say not that my heart is coldTo aught that once could warm it -That Nature's Form so dear of ...
IT is na, Jean, thy bonie face, Nor shape that I admire; Altho' thy beauty and thy grace Might weel ...
Can it be right to give what I can give ? To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears ...
Can it be right to give what I can give? To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears As ...
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