The Bells (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
WHEN o'er the street the morning peal is flungFrom yon tall belfry with the brazen tongue,Its wide vibrations, wafted by ...
WHEN o'er the street the morning peal is flungFrom yon tall belfry with the brazen tongue,Its wide vibrations, wafted by ...
NEW YORK, DECEMBER 22, 1855NEW ENGLAND, we love thee; no time can eraseFrom the hearts of thy children the smile ...
THE dirge is played, the throbbing death-peal rung,The sad-voiced requiem sung;On each white urn where memory dwellsThe wreath of rustling ...
No mystic charm, no mortal art,Can bid our loved companions stay;The bands that clasp them to our heartSnap in death's ...
As the voice of the watch to the mariner's dream,As the footstep of Spring on the ice-girdled stream,There comes a ...
THOUGH young no more, we still would dreamOf beauty's dear deluding wiles;The leagues of life to graybeards seemShorter than boyhood's ...
YES, lady! I can ne'er forget,That once in other years we met;Thy memory may perchance recallA festal eve, a rose-wreathed ...
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 ...
THE sun stepped down from his golden throne.And lay in the silent sea,And the Lily had folded her satin leaves,For ...
READ AT THE MEETING OF THE HARVARD ALUMNIASSOCIATION, JUNE 25, 1873THE fount the Spaniard sought in vainThrough all the land ...
JULY 6, 1865Now, smiling friends and shipmates all,Since half our battle 's won,A broadside for our Admiral!Load every crystal gunStand ...
PRELUDE TO "ILLUSTRATED POEMS"FULL well I know the frozen hand has comeThat smites the songs of grove and garden dumb,And ...
WAN-VISAGED thing! thy virgin leafTo me looks more than deadly pale,Unknowing what may stain thee yet,--A poem or a tale.Who ...
W. W. SWAINBEHOLD--not him we knew!This was the prison which his soul looked through,Tender, and brave, and true.His voice no ...
INTRODUCTION TO A COLLECTION OF POEMS BY DIFFERENT AUTHORSAN usher standing at the doorI show my white rosette;A smile of ...
HIS TEMPTATIONNo fear lest praise should make us proud!We know how cheaply that is won;The idle homage of the crowdIs ...
DEAR friends, left darkling in the long eclipseThat veils the noonday,--you whose finger-tipsA meaning in these ridgy leaves can findWhere ...
SWEET Mary, I have never breathedThe love it were in vain to name;Though round my heart a serpent wreathed,I smiled, ...
Not premeditatedTHE clock has struck noon; ere it thrice tell the hoursWe shall meet round the table that blushes with ...
WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER--(...)COME! fill a fresh bumper, for why should we goWhile the nectar (logwood) still reddens ...
WHAT is a poet's love?--To write a girl a sonnet,To get a ring, or some such thing,And fustianize upon it.What ...
THOU Gracious Power, whose mercy lendsThe light of home, the smile of friends,Our gathered flock thine arms infoldAs in the ...
Is thy name Mary, maiden fair?Such should, methinks, its music be;The sweetest name that mortals bearWere best befitting thee;And she ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
"BRING me my broken harp," he said; "We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,-- Though all its ringing tones ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters ...
OH for one hour of youthful joy! Give back my twentieth spring! I'd rather laugh, a bright-haired boy, Than reign, ...
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