My Annual (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
How long will this harp which you once loved to hearCheat your lips of a smile or your eyes of ...
How long will this harp which you once loved to hearCheat your lips of a smile or your eyes of ...
HERE 's the old cruiser, 'Twenty-nine,Forty times she 's crossed the line;Same old masts and sails and crew,Tight and tough ...
AUGUST 29, 1859I REMEMBER--why, yes! God bless me! and was it so long ago?I fear I'm growing forgetful, as old ...
O MY lost beauty!--hast thou folded quiteThy wings of morning lightBeyond those iron gatesWhere Life crowds hurrying to the haggard ...
OLD TIME, in whose bank we deposit our notes,Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats;He keeps all his ...
Breakfast at the Century Club, New York, May, 1879.SUCH kindness! the scowl of a cynic would soften,His pulse beat its ...
BRAVE singer of the coming time,Sweet minstrel of the joyous present,Crowned with the noblest wreath of rhyme,The holly-leaf of Ayrshire's ...
DECEMBER 9, 1871ONE word to the guest we have gathered to greet!The echoes are longing that word to repeat,--It springs ...
Slowly the mist o'er the meadow was creeping,Bright on the dewy buds glistened the sun,When from his couch, while his ...
December 17, l807 - September 7, 1892THOU, too, hast left us. While with heads bowed low,And sorrowing hearts, we mourned ...
AND what shall be the song to-night,If song there needs must be?If every year that brings us hereMust steal an ...
BY THE PROFESSOR EMERITUS OF DEAD AND LIVE LANGUAGESPHI BETA KAPPA.--CAMBRIDGE, 1867You bid me sing,--can I forgetThe classic ode of ...
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 ...
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 ...
READ AT THE MEETING OF THE HARVARD ALUMNIASSOCIATION, JUNE 25, 1873THE fount the Spaniard sought in vainThrough all the land ...
You 'll believe me, dear boys, 't is a pleasure to rise,With a welcome like this in your darling old ...
"A SPANISH GIRL IN REVERIE,"SHE twirled the string of golden beads,That round her neck was hung,---My grandsire's gift; the good ...
AN APPEALLISTEN, young heroes! your country is calling!Time strikes the hour for the brave and the true!Now, while the foremost ...
THE YOUNG GIRL'S POEMWHATEVER I do, and whatever I say,Aunt Tabitha tells me that is n't the way;When she was ...
WHO PRESENTED ME WITH A SILVER LOVING CUPON THE TWENTY-NINTH OF AUGUST, M DCCC LXXXIX"WHO gave this cup?" The secret ...
THERE is no time like the old time, when you and I were young,When the buds of April blossomed, and ...
Written for the dinner given to Charles DICKENSby the young men of Boston, February 1, 1842The stars their early vigils ...
No life worth naming ever comes to goodIf always nourished on the selfsame food;The creeping mite may live so if ...
SWEET Mary, I have never breathedThe love it were in vain to name;Though round my heart a serpent wreathed,I smiled, ...
FESTIVAL OF THE ALUMNI, 1857THE noon of summer sheds its rayOn Harvard's holy ground;The Matron calls, the sons obey,And gather ...
WHY linger round the sunken wrecksWhere old Armadas found their graves?Why slumber on the sleepy decksWhile foam and clash the ...
Thoughtful in youth, but not austere in age;Calm, but not cold, and cheerful though a sage;Too true to flatter and ...
IN MEMORY OF A SON OF ARCHDEACON FARRARAFAR he sleeps whose name is graven here,Where loving hearts his early doom ...
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