Hymn Written For The Great Central Fair In Philadelphia, 1864 (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
FATHER, send on Earth againPeace and good-will to men;Yet, while the weary track of lifeLeads thy people through storm and ...
FATHER, send on Earth againPeace and good-will to men;Yet, while the weary track of lifeLeads thy people through storm and ...
MARCH 8, 1882THE waves unbuild the wasting shore;Where mountains towered the billows sweep,Yet still their borrowed spoils restore,And build new ...
ALONE, beneath the darkened sky,With saddened heart and unstrung lyre,I heap the spoils of years gone by,And leave them with ...
THE friends that are, and friends that were,What shallow waves divide!I miss the form for many a yearStill seated at ...
(BAR HARBOR)FROM this fair home behold on either sideThe restful mountains or the restless seaSo the warm sheltering walls of ...
How beauteous is the bondIn the manifold arrayOf its promises to pay,While the eight per cent it givesAnd the rate ...
IN MEMORY OF A SON OF ARCHDEACON FARRARAFAR he sleeps whose name is graven here,Where loving hearts his early doom ...
SAY not the Poet dies! Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
An Unpublished Poem, by my late Latin Tutor. In candent ire the solar splendor flames; The foles, languescent, pend from ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward ...
NOT in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, ...
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
THERE was a giant in time of old, A mighty one was he; He had a wife, but she was ...
SEXTON! Martha's dead and gone; Toll the bell! toll the bell! Her weary hands their labor cease; Good night, poor ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
If all the trees in all the woods were men; And each and every blade of grass a pen; If ...
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with ...
COME, dear old comrade, you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by, The shining days when life ...
WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The ...
SHE has gone,-- she has left us in passion and pride,-- Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
"BRING me my broken harp," he said; "We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,-- Though all its ringing tones ...
I WROTE some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood, And thought, as usual, men would say They ...
Behold the rocky wall That down its sloping sides Pours the swift rain-drops, blending, as they fall, In rushing river-tides! ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
How the mountains talked together, Looking down upon the weather, When they heard our friend had planned his Little trip ...
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