Fantasia (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
THE YOUNG GIRL'S POEMKISS mine eyelids, beauteous Morn,Blushing into life new-born!Lend me violets for my hair,And thy russet robe to ...
THE YOUNG GIRL'S POEMKISS mine eyelids, beauteous Morn,Blushing into life new-born!Lend me violets for my hair,And thy russet robe to ...
Yes, dear departed, cherished days,Could Memory's hand restoreYour morning light, your evening rays,From Time's gray urn once more,Then might this ...
NOT in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, ...
SEXTON! Martha's dead and gone; Toll the bell! toll the bell! Her weary hands their labor cease; Good night, poor ...
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with ...
SHE has gone,-- she has left us in passion and pride,-- Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
FLAG of the heroes who left us their glory, Borne through their battle-fields' thunder and flame, Blazoned in song and ...
WHAT flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born? With burning star and flaming ...
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