Astraea: The Balance Of Illusions (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
WHAT secret charm, long whispering in mine ear,Allures, attracts, compels, and chains me here,Where murmuring echoes call me to resignTheir ...
WHAT secret charm, long whispering in mine ear,Allures, attracts, compels, and chains me here,Where murmuring echoes call me to resignTheir ...
THESE hallowed precincts, long to memory dear,Smile with fresh welcome as our feet draw near;With softer gales the opening leaves ...
THE Banker's dinner is the stateliest feastThe town has heard of for a year, at least;The sparry lustres shed their ...
'Tis like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembersAll the achings and the quakings of "the times that tried ...
WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,Not to these patient friends, this kindly throng,Not to ...
AN ACADEMIC POEM1829-1879Read at the Commencement Dinner of the Alumni of HarvardUniversity, June 25, 1879.WHILE fond, sad memories all around ...
THIS is our place of meeting; oppositeThat towered and pillared building: look at it;King's Chapel in the Second George's day,Rebellion ...
ANGEL of Death! extend thy silent reign!Stretch thy dark sceptre o'er this new domainNo sable car along the winding roadHas ...
THE curtain rose; in thunders long and loudThe galleries rung; the veteran actor bowed.In flaming line the telltales of the ...
READ AT A MEETING OF THE BOSTON BRIC-A-BRACCLUB, FEBRUARY 21, 1877WHEN rose the cry "Great Pan is dead!"And Jove's high ...
IN the hour of twilight shadowsThe Pilgrim sire looked out;He thought of the "bloudy Salvages"That lurked all round about,Of Wituwamet's ...
THE DIVINE VOICEGo seek thine earth-born sisters,--thus the VoiceThat all obey,--the sad and silent three;These only, while the hosts of ...
NOT bed-time yet! The night-winds blow,The stars are out,--full well we knowThe nurse is on the stair,With hand of ice ...
CAMBRIDGE, JULY 21, 1865FOUR summers coined their golden light in leaves,Four wasteful autumns flung them to the gale,Four winters wore ...
NOVEMBER 3, 1864O EVEN-HANDED Nature! we confessThis life that men so honor, love, and blessHas filled thine olden measure. Not ...
A PROLOGUE? Well, of course the ladies know,--I have my doubts. No matter,--here we go!What is a Prologue? Let our ...
A MODERNIZED VERSIONI DON'T think I feel much older; I'm aware I'm rather gray,But so are many young folks; I ...
IT is a pity and a shame--alas! alas! I know it is,To tread the trodden grapes again, but so it ...
READ AT THE MEETING HELD AT MUSIC HALL,FEBRUARY 8, 1876, IN MEMORY OF DR. SAMUEL G. HOWEI.LEADER of armies, Israel's ...
I PRAY thee by the soul of her that bore thee,By thine own sister's spirit I implore thee,Deal gently with ...
YON whey-faced brother, who delights to wearA weedy flux of ill-conditioned hair,Seems of the sort that in a crowded placeOne ...
JULY 31, 1865WHEN treason first began the strifeThat crimsoned sea and shore,The Nation poured her hoarded lifeOn Freedom's threshing-floor;From field ...
THE FIRST VERSE OF THE SONGBY JOSEPH HOPKINSON "HAIL, Columbia! Happy land! Hail, ye heroes, heaven-born band, Who fought and bled in Freedom's ...
FOR HIS "JUBILAEUM" AT BERLIN, NOVEMBER 5, 1868THOU who hast taught the teachers of mankindHow from the least of things ...
ON HIS RETURN FROM SOUTH AMERICAAFTER FIFTEEN YEARS DEVOTED TO CATALOGUING THESTARS OF THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHEREONCE more Orion and the ...
JANUARY 25, 1859His birthday.--Nay, we need not speakThe name each heart is beating,--Each glistening eye and flushing cheekIn light and ...
H. W. L.PRIDE of the sister realm so long our own,We claim with her that spotless fame of thine,White as ...
THE dirge is played, the throbbing death-peal rung,The sad-voiced requiem sung;On each white urn where memory dwellsThe wreath of rustling ...
J. A.ONE memory trembles on our lips;It throbs in every breast;In tear-dimmed eyes, in mirth's eclipse,The shadow stands confessed.O silent ...
I sometimes sit beneath a treeAnd read my own sweet songs;Though naught they may to others be,Each humble line prolongsA ...
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