To H. W. Longfellow (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
BEFORE HIS DEPARTURE FOR EUROPE, MAY 27, 1868OUR Poet, who has taught the Western breezeTo waft his songs before him ...
BEFORE HIS DEPARTURE FOR EUROPE, MAY 27, 1868OUR Poet, who has taught the Western breezeTo waft his songs before him ...
You 'll believe me, dear boys, 't is a pleasure to rise,With a welcome like this in your darling old ...
I sometimes sit beneath a treeAnd read my own sweet songs;Though naught they may to others be,Each humble line prolongsA ...
"Purpureos spargam flores."THE wreath that star-crowned Shelley gaveIs lying on thy Roman grave,Yet on its turf young April setsHer store ...
A LOVELY show for eyes to seeI looked upon this morning,--A bright-hued, feathered companyOf nature's own adorning;But ah! those minstrels ...
DEAREST, a look is but a rayReflected in a certain way;A word, whatever tone it wear,Is but a trembling wave ...
1849-1861THE piping of our slender, peaceful reedsWhispers uncared for while the trumpets bray;Song is thin air; our hearts' exulting playBeats ...
The pledge of Friendship! it is still divine,Though watery floods have quenched its burning wine;Whatever vase the sacred drops may ...
SWEET Mary, I have never breathedThe love it were in vain to name;Though round my heart a serpent wreathed,I smiled, ...
HERE! sweep these foolish leaves away,I will not crush my brains to-day!Look! are the southern curtains drawn?Fetch me a fan, ...
FESTIVAL OF THE ALUMNI, 1857THE noon of summer sheds its rayOn Harvard's holy ground;The Matron calls, the sons obey,And gather ...
APRIL 27,1861EIGHTY years have passed, and more,Since under the brave old treeOur fathers gathered in arms, and sworeThey would follow ...
AT THE WALCKER DINNER UPON THECOMPLETION OF THE GREAT ORGANFOR BOSTON MUSIC HALL IN 1863I ASKED three little maidens who ...
If all the trees in all the woods were men; And each and every blade of grass a pen; If ...
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters ...
"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
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