In Memory Of John Greenleaf Whittier (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
December 17, l807 - September 7, 1892THOU, too, hast left us. While with heads bowed low,And sorrowing hearts, we mourned ...
December 17, l807 - September 7, 1892THOU, too, hast left us. While with heads bowed low,And sorrowing hearts, we mourned ...
Dreary fog and drizzling sleet,And a lamp-lit track of slime;Phantoms dim in the misty street,Vanishing, streaked with grime;Overhead in a ...
NOW are the days of greyness and of gloom; Now are the heavens expressionless and sad: Crisp winter has departed, yet the ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
Jack Sprat would eat no fat, His wife would eat ...
BROWNING, old fellow,Your leaves grow yellow,Beginning to mellowAs seasons pass.Your cover is wrinkled,And stained and sprinkled,And warped and crinkledFrom sleep ...
IFrom the rousing times of old Paul JonesDown to the present day,There's one good toast we all can boastIf we ...
What lark remembers when he sings, From where the clouds are dim and grey,His brothers of the former springs, Who ...
Squadron on squadron came galloping on, Furiously charging, and sweeping the field,The squares were hard pressed and the cavalry ...
The wind that through the forest blows May scatter leaves and blossoms wide. The parent tree but ...
HERE is my hand to you, brother,You of the ruck who have failedI, too, am only anotherFighter who faltered and ...
THE stars know a secret They do not tell; And morn brings a message Hidden well. There's a blush on ...
Brave land of young To-morrow! In hope and strength arise!Draw forth our teeming thousands To dwell 'neath wider ...
NOW is the Earth at rest from sun and storm; And stripped of all her gems and vestures gay, Gives ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing; Islands of opal float on silver seas; Swift splendors kindle, ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
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