The School-Boy (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
THESE hallowed precincts, long to memory dear,Smile with fresh welcome as our feet draw near;With softer gales the opening leaves ...
THESE hallowed precincts, long to memory dear,Smile with fresh welcome as our feet draw near;With softer gales the opening leaves ...
'Twas a rich night in June. The air was all Fragrance and balm, and the wet leaves were stirred By the soft ...
MAORILAND, my mother!Holds the earth so fair another?O, my land of the moa and Maori,Garlanded grand with your forests of ...
I START the day with paper white, And put it in my old machine, And wonder whether, as I write ...
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
Quickly they vanish to a land unlit,Things for which no man cares to smile or mourn,Forgotten in the place where ...
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
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