A Family Record (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,Not to these patient friends, this kindly throng,Not to ...
WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,Not to these patient friends, this kindly throng,Not to ...
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 ...
YES! the vacant chairs tell sadly we are going, going fast,And the thought comes strangely o'er me, who will live ...
AND can it be you've found a placeWithin this consecrated space,That makes so fine a show,For one of Rip Van ...
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 ...
SHE has gone,— she has left us in passion and pride,— Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She has torn ...
JANUARY 18, 1856WHEN life hath run its largest roundOf toil and triumph, joy and woe,How brief a storied page is ...
DECEMBER 9, 1871ONE word to the guest we have gathered to greet!The echoes are longing that word to repeat,--It springs ...
BY THE PROFESSOR EMERITUS OF DEAD AND LIVE LANGUAGESPHI BETA KAPPA.--CAMBRIDGE, 1867You bid me sing,--can I forgetThe classic ode of ...
"How many have gone?" was the question of oldEre Time our bright ring of its jewels bereft;Alas! for too often ...
THE mountains glitter in the snowA thousand leagues asunder;Yet here, amid the banquet(Oliver Wendell Holmes)
As through the forest, disarrayedBy chill November, late I strayed,A lonely minstrel of the woodWas singing to the solitudeI loved ...
THOUGH young no more, we still would dreamOf beauty's dear deluding wiles;The leagues of life to graybeards seemShorter than boyhood's ...
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 minstrel of the classic layOf love and wine who singsStill found the fingers run astrayThat touched the rebel strings.Of ...
WHEN Advent dawns with lessening days,While earth awaits the angels' hymn;When bare as branching coral swaysIn whistling winds each leafless ...
THAT age was older once than now,In spite of locks untimely shed,Or silvered on the youthful brow;That babes make love ...
COME, heap the fagots! Ere we goAgain the cheerful hearth shall glow;We 'll have another blaze, my boys!When clouds are ...
I 'm ashamed,--that 's the fact,--it 's a pitiful case,--Won't any kind classmate get up in my place?Just remember how ...
THE seed that wasteful autumn castTo waver on its stormy blast,Long o'er the wintry desert tost,Its living germ has never ...
FESTIVAL OF THE ALUMNI, 1857THE noon of summer sheds its rayOn Harvard's holy ground;The Matron calls, the sons obey,And gather ...
SLOW toiling upward from' the misty vale,I leave the bright enamelled zones below;No more for me their beauteous bloom shall ...
SAY not the Poet dies! Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
SEXTON! Martha's dead and gone; Toll the bell! toll the bell! Her weary hands their labor cease; Good night, poor ...
"BRING me my broken harp," he said; "We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,-- Though all its ringing tones ...
SHE has gone,-- she has left us in passion and pride,-- Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She ...
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