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 ...
1Memory, be still! why throng upon the thoughtThese scenes deep-stain'd with Sorrow's sable dye?Hast thou in store no joy-illumined draught,To ...
IONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES Now, Tudens, you sit on _this_ knee--and 'scuse It having no side-saddle on;--and, Jeems, You sit on _this_--and ...
Bees.See Labour.Of all the mute Creation, These aloneA public Weal, and common Int'rest know,Imbody'd: and subsist by certain Laws.Mindful of ...
A MERRY sound of clapping hands, A call to see the sight;And lo! the first soft snow-flakes fall,So exquisitely virginal:'Tis my ...
Breathe softly on my harp, O Muse! In gentle strains now clothe its songs,Thy all inspiring force infuse, While singing of the ...
The house of December was all aglow, Each room was jolly and red; There were bulgy stockings ranged in a row, And holly ...
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
In a quiet, pleasant meadow, Beneath a summer sky, Where green old trees their branches waved, And winds went singing by; Where a little ...
"O LEND your wings, ye fav'ring gales, And gently wave the sea;And swell my husband's spreading sails, And waft him home to ...
For a thousand years the Devil crouched On the white hot flags of hell:For a thousand years the Devil cursed The imps ...
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
I.O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprungWith ardent hopes elate,And loudly blew the horn that hungBefore Sir Hornbook's gate.The inner ...
We do not know each other—'tis the phraseOf the cold, artful world which I abhor;But in my heart I hear ...
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.Dark matrix she, from which the human soulHas its last birth; whence, with ...
Harp of my soul, though thou hast hung Suspended from the willow boughTill much distorted, warped and sprung, And discord reigns within ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind;A triple engine prove in love we find;By these the strongest fortresses are gainedE'en ...
Sweet month! thy locks with bursting buds begemmed,With opening hyacinths and hawthorn flowers,Fair still thou art, though showers bedim thine ...
Permit me, Reader, to make my bow,And allowMe to humbly commend to your tender merciesThe hero of these simple verses.By ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know,Who can success, like gentle Cupid show;His ways and arguments are pleasing smiles,Engaging looks, ...
Here at thy broad sea gate,On the ultimate ocean wave,Where millions in hope have entered in,Joyous, elateA home and a ...
The years go by, but they little seemLike those within our dream;The years that stood in such luring guise,Beckoning us ...
Time with his pointed shafts has hitMy heart and split my gut, laid open my entrails,landed me a blow that ...
Argument:The King of Spades,He kiss'd the maids,Which vex'd the Queen full sore.The Queen of Spades,She beat those maids,And turn'd them ...
'She shall marry me yet,' he smiling said -Smiling, and under his breath - but redAs flame his dark cheek ...
WHEN Britain many chiefs obey'd,And seven Saxon princes sway'd,The Mercian monarch, fam'd afar,In peace respected, fear'd in war,Favour'd by heav'n ...
Still let low wits, who sense nor honour prize,Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise;At living worth, because alive, exclaim,Insult ...
The verge of Creation. Enter Werner and Spirit.Werner.We have outtravelled light and sound:The harmonies that pealed around us, asThrough yon ...
Miss Thompson at HomeIn her lone cottage on the downs,With winds and blizzards and great crownsOf shining cloud, with wheeling ...
It is upon the Sabbath-day, at rising of the sun,That to Glenmore's black forest-side a Shepherdess hath gone,From eagle and ...
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