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 ...
They bid me strike the idle strings,As if my summer daysHad shaken sunbeams from their wingsTo warm my autumn lays;They ...
Cabin Passenger:FRIEND, you seem thoughtful. I not wonder muchThat he who sails the ocean should be sad.I am myself reflective. ...
AND what shall be the song to-night,If song there needs must be?If every year that brings us hereMust steal an ...
WAN-VISAGED thing! thy virgin leafTo me looks more than deadly pale,Unknowing what may stain thee yet,--A poem or a tale.Who ...
HIS TEMPTATIONNo fear lest praise should make us proud!We know how cheaply that is won;The idle homage of the crowdIs ...
'Qui vive?' The sentry's musket rings,The channelled bayonet gleams;High o'er him, like a raven's wingsThe broad tricolored banner flingsIts shadow, ...
DEAR friends, left darkling in the long eclipseThat veils the noonday,--you whose finger-tipsA meaning in these ridgy leaves can findWhere ...
WHEN evening's shadowy fingers foldThe flowers of every hue,Some shy, half-opened bud will holdIts drop of morning's dew.Sweeter with every ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
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