Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
JUNE 8, 1881THREE paths there be where Learning's favored sons,Trained in the schools which hold her favored ones,Follow their several ...
JUNE 8, 1881THREE paths there be where Learning's favored sons,Trained in the schools which hold her favored ones,Follow their several ...
Intense the viewless flood of heat descendsOn hill, and dale, and wood, and tangled brake,Where, to the chirping grasshopper, the ...
At length the great decisive Year is come,And Britain triumphs o'er the Wiles of Rome,No more in Frowns our Holy ...
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned, Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring; And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd, A ...
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
'She shall marry me yet,' he smiling said -Smiling, and under his breath - but redAs flame his dark cheek ...
I.O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched handsPlead with the leaden heavens in vain,I see, beyond the valley lands,The sea's long ...
AN ELEGIAC BALLAD.[The Expostulation.--Continued.--Fears ofPoverty.--Encouragement.--Baldwin's Song.--Deceitfulness of visionsindulgence.--Tormenting distressing Passions.--Comforts of a lowFortune.--Poverty in England contrasted with other Countries.--TheQuestion.... The ...
A SKY of wind! And while these fitful gustsAre beating round the windows in the cold,With sullen sobs of rain, ...
The Patten, Fan, and Petticoat,Three modern Themes of special Note,In parlous Rhimes immortal live,If Rhimes immortal Life can give;The Mouse--Trap ...
IF thou'rt a drunkard, fond of ale and wine,And smokest vile mundungus without end,Cry out with speed, unto th' Pow'r ...
Ye ductile youths, whose rising sunHath many circles still to run;Who wisely with the pilot's chart,To steer thro' life the ...
The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before,In near reach of the wood-box, the stove-doorAnd one leaf of the kitchen-table, ...
Tho' proud Del---ne, for nameless, partial Ends,Throws me at Distance from my letter'd Friends;And, not content to banish from his ...
Great Man of God, whom God doeth call, and chooseOn Earth his great Lieutenents place to use,Wee blesse the tyme, ...
This to Hale in the West, from the Dean beneath his Cathedral.Greeting and health, and many New--year and Christmas blessings;Also, ...
Here, my dear friend, is a new book for you;I have already dedicated twoTo other friends, one female and one ...
The second time I lived on earth Was several hundred years ago;And-royal by my second birth- I know as much as most ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv'd, Wondrous to tell, and hard to be believ'd, Oh ! H—— D, to my lays attention lend, Hear how two lovers boastingly contend ; Like thee successful, such their bloomy youth, Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth. St. JAMES's bell had toll'd some wretches in, (As tatter'd riding-hoods alone could sin) The happier sinners now their charms put out, And to their manteaus their complexions suit : The opera queens had finish'd half their faces, And city-dames allready taken places ; Fops of all kinds to see the Lion, run ; The beauties stay till the first act's begun, And beaux step home to put fresh linen on. No well-dress'd youth in coffee-house remain'd, But pensive PATCH, who on the window lean'd ; And SILLIANDER, that alert and gay, First pick'd his teeth, and then began to say.SILLIANDER. Why all these sighs ? ah ! why so pensive grown ? Some cause there is that thus you sit alone. Does hapless passion all this sorrow move ? Or dost thou envy where the ladies love ?PATCH. If, whom they love, my envy must pursue, 'Tis sure, at least, I never envy You.SILLIANDER. No, I'm unhappy, You are in the right, 'Tis You they favour, and 'tis Me they slight. Yet I could tell, but that I hate to boast, A club of ladies where 'tis Me they toast.PATCH. Toasting does seldom any favour prove ; Like us, they never toast the thing they love. A certain Duke one night my health begun ; With chearful pledges round the room it run, Till the young SILVIA press'd to drink it too, Started, and vow'd she knew not what to do : What, drink a fellow's health ! she dy'd with shame : Yet blush'd whenever she pronounc'd my name.SILLIANDER. Ill fates pursue me, may I never find The dice propitious, or the ladies kind, If fair Miss FLIPPY's fan I did not tear, And one from me she condescends to wear.PATCH. Women are always ready to receive ; 'Tis then a favour when the sex will give. A lady (but she is too great to name) Beauteous in person, spotless is her fame, With gentle strugglings let me force this ring ; Another day may give another thing.SILLIANDER. I cou'd say something — see this billet-doux — And as for presents — look upon my shoe — These buckles were not forc'd, nor half a theft, But a young Countess fondly made the gift.PATCH. My Countess is more nice, more artful too, Affects to fly that I may fierce pursue : This snuff-box which I begg'd, she still deny'd, And when I strove to snatch it, seem'd to hide ; She laugh'd and fled, and as I sought to seize, With affectation cramm'd it down her stays : Yet hop'd she did not place it there unseen, I press'd her breasts, and pull'd it from between.SILLIANDER. Last night, as I stood ogling of her Grace, Drinking delicious poison from her face, The soft enchantress did that face decline, Nor ever rais'd her eyes to meet with mine ; With sudden art some secret did pretend, Lean'd cross two chairs to whisper to a friend, While the stiff whalebone with the motion rose, And thousand beauties to my sight expose.PATCH. Early this morn — (but I was ask'd to come) I drank bohea in CÆLIA's dressing-room : Warm from her bed, to me alone within, Her night-gown fasten'd with a single pin ; Her night-cloaths tumbled with resistless grace, And her bright hair play'd careless round her face ; Reaching the kettle, made her gown unpin, She wore no waistcoat, and her shift was thin.SILLIANDER. See TITIANA driving to the park, Hark ! let us follow, 'tis not yet too dark ; In her all beauties of the spring are seen, Her cheeks are rosy, and her mantle green.PATCH. See, TINTORETTA to the opera goes ! Haste, or the crowd will not permit our bows ; In her the glory of the heav'ns we view, Her eyes are star-like, and her mantle blue.SILLIANDER. What colour does in CÆLIA's stockings shine ? Reveal that secret, and the prize is thine.PATCH. What are her garters ! tell me if you can ; I'll freely own thee for the happier man. Thus PATCH continued his heroic strain, While SILLIANDER but contends in vain. After a conquest so important gain'd, Unrival'd PATCH in ev'ry ruelle reign'd. (Mary Wortley Montagu)
ONE morning I said to my wife,Near the time when the heavens are rifeWith the Equinoctial strife,"Arabella, the weather looks ...
Now, sporting muse, draw in the flowing reins,Leave the clear streams a while for sunny plains.Should you the various arms ...
— — Sing, Heavenly Muse,Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime,A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimera's Dire. Happy the Man, who void ...
AN ACADEMIC POEM1829-1879Read at the Commencement Dinner of the Alumni of HarvardUniversity, June 25, 1879.WHILE fond, sad memories all around ...
"Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die." - Isaiah xxxviii.What! and no more? — Is this, my soul, ...
(The Defence of Perushtitsa)O stirring of glory, O sombre sad stirring,Days of proud struggle, O days of adversity!Epic obscure and ...
From that lone lake the sweetest of the chainThat links the mountain to the mighty main,Fresh from the rock and ...
Sir,As once a twelvemonth to the priest,Holy at Rome, here Antichrist,The Spanish king presents a jennetTo show his love, -- ...
If heaven the grateful liberty would giveThat I might choose my method how to live,And all those hours propitious fate ...
Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles ...
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