For the Moore Centennial Celebration (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
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 ...
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with ...
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? If there has, take him out, without making a noise. ...
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