Our Oldest Friend (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
I GIVE you the health of the oldest friendThat, short of eternity, earth can lend,--A friend so faithful and tried ...
I GIVE you the health of the oldest friendThat, short of eternity, earth can lend,--A friend so faithful and tried ...
WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I. The night is black, the clouds in the ...
(To F. H.)In pale green twilight lands Under the seaHer rainbow palace stands, Irised and opaline; Agate and almondine,Corals and pearly shellsSwept from ...
I only woke this morning To find the world is fair-I'm going on for forty, With scarcely one grey hair;I'm going on for ...
Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies; Without that modest softening that enhancesThe downcast eye, ...
HAVE you ever been down to my countree Where the trees are green and tall? The days are long and the heavens ...
BY THE PROFESSOR EMERITUS OF DEAD AND LIVE LANGUAGESPHI BETA KAPPA.--CAMBRIDGE, 1867You bid me sing,--can I forgetThe classic ode of ...
Let me tell you a story, dear, Of someone I saw to-day,Only a man with a pale worn face, And auburn locks ...
THOU hast thy mother's eyes, my child--Her deep dark eyes: the undefiledSweetness which breathes around her mouth,A perfect rosebud of ...
The holy boy Went from his mother out in the cool of the day Over the sun-parched fields And in among the olives ...
Leise zieht dwch mem GemiitSoft, aloft, the bells do ring,Gentlest thoughts they sing me.Ring and sing, my song of spring,Through ...
I. Between the rose's and the canna's crimson, Beneath her window in the night I stand; The jeweled dew hangs little stars, in ...
HEAP HIGH the farmer's wintry hoard! Heap high the golden corn!No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn!Let other ...
(Lines read at the dinner given to Mr. and Mrs. E. J. de Coppert on the twenty-fifth anniversary of their ...
We knew that land once, You and I,and once we wandered therein the long days now long gone by,a dark ...
What can I do to drive awayRemembrance from my eyes? for they have seen,Aye, an hour ago, my brilliant Queen!Touch ...
a slow thoughtful spontaneous poemI am 32 years oldand finally I look my age, if not more.Is it a good ...
a woman of indeterminate agein the fading lighthands folded on her lapthose same daysthose same facesa current carriedon and onhair ...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *To-night ...
I.Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering?The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing.2.Ah, what ...
I STOOD by the shore at the death of day,As the sun sank flaming red;And the face of the waters ...
She sleeps within a blooming bower,And around her is many a summer flower,And the fragrant winds that wander thereStir the ...
Now I begin to know at last,These nights when I sit down to rhyme,The form and measure of that vastGod ...
Bending with straining eyes Over the tambour frame,Never a change in her weary routine— Slave in all but the name.Tambour, ever tambour, Tambour ...
I.Who pipes upon the long green hill, Where meadow grass is deep?The white lamb bleats but followeth on— Follow the clean white ...
When the great, gray fog comes in, and the damp clouds cloak the shore,And the tossing waves grow dim, and ...
"Blessed are the poor in spirit": there, I'll just remember that,And I'll say it over 'n over, till I've got ...
LINES WRITTEN UPON SEEING A FASHIONABLY-DRESSEDLADY ASK A SERVANT FOR A FEW BLADES OF GRASS,WHICH SHE PLACED UPON HER BOSOMOh! ...
They lay the slender body down With all its wealth of wetted hair,Only a daughter of the town, But very young and ...
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.''When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moonWas ...
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