The School-Boy (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
THESE hallowed precincts, long to memory dear,Smile with fresh welcome as our feet draw near;With softer gales the opening leaves ...
THESE hallowed precincts, long to memory dear,Smile with fresh welcome as our feet draw near;With softer gales the opening leaves ...
THE Banker's dinner is the stateliest feastThe town has heard of for a year, at least;The sparry lustres shed their ...
WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,Not to these patient friends, this kindly throng,Not to ...
DEDICATED BY A CONTRIBUTOR TO THE COLLEGIAN,1830, TO THE EDITORS OF THE HARVARD ADVOCATE, 1876.'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,The ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years ...
THE curtain rose; in thunders long and loudThe galleries rung; the veteran actor bowed.In flaming line the telltales of the ...
IT may be, yes, it must be, Time that bringsAn end to mortal things,That sends the beggar Winter in the ...
PRESENTED BY GEORGE W. CHILDS, OF PHILADELPHIAWELCOME, thrice welcome is thy silvery gleam,Thou long-imprisoned stream!Welcome the tinkle of thy crystal ...
WINTER is past; the heart of Nature warmsBeneath the wrecks of unresisted storms;Doubtful at first, suspected more than seen,The southern ...
IT is a pity and a shame--alas! alas! I know it is,To tread the trodden grapes again, but so it ...
READ AT THE TWO HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARYIs it a weanling's weakness for the pastThat in the stormy, rebel-breeding town,Swept clean of ...
Breakfast at the Century Club, New York, May, 1879.SUCH kindness! the scowl of a cynic would soften,His pulse beat its ...
DECEMBER 9, 1871ONE word to the guest we have gathered to greet!The echoes are longing that word to repeat,--It springs ...
INTRA MUROSTHE sunbeams, lost for half a year,Slant through my pane their morning rays;For dry northwesters cold and clear,The east ...
BY THE PROFESSOR EMERITUS OF DEAD AND LIVE LANGUAGESPHI BETA KAPPA.--CAMBRIDGE, 1867You bid me sing,--can I forgetThe classic ode of ...
THE dirge is played, the throbbing death-peal rung,The sad-voiced requiem sung;On each white urn where memory dwellsThe wreath of rustling ...
As through the forest, disarrayedBy chill November, late I strayed,A lonely minstrel of the woodWas singing to the solitudeI loved ...
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 ...
READ AT THE MEETING OF THE HARVARD ALUMNIASSOCIATION, JUNE 25, 1873THE fount the Spaniard sought in vainThrough all the land ...
"Purpureos spargam flores."THE wreath that star-crowned Shelley gaveIs lying on thy Roman grave,Yet on its turf young April setsHer store ...
WHEN Advent dawns with lessening days,While earth awaits the angels' hymn;When bare as branching coral swaysIn whistling winds each leafless ...
COME, heap the fagots! Ere we goAgain the cheerful hearth shall glow;We 'll have another blaze, my boys!When clouds are ...
WHO PRESENTED ME WITH A SILVER LOVING CUPON THE TWENTY-NINTH OF AUGUST, M DCCC LXXXIX"WHO gave this cup?" The secret ...
INTRODUCTION TO A COLLECTION OF POEMS BY DIFFERENT AUTHORSAN usher standing at the doorI show my white rosette;A smile of ...
TO J. F. CLARKEWHO is the shepherd sent to lead,Through pastures green, the Master's sheep?What guileless 'Israelite indeed'The folded flock ...
HIS TEMPTATIONNo fear lest praise should make us proud!We know how cheaply that is won;The idle homage of the crowdIs ...
THE seed that wasteful autumn castTo waver on its stormy blast,Long o'er the wintry desert tost,Its living germ has never ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
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