Farewell To J. R. Lowell (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
FAREWELL, for the bark has her breast to the tide,And the rough arms of Ocean are stretched for his bride;The ...
FAREWELL, for the bark has her breast to the tide,And the rough arms of Ocean are stretched for his bride;The ...
You are mistaken, he saidI am neither lecher nor womanizer.If I'm crazy about womenit's for the beautysome pitying devil threw ...
WHOM dost thou seek, sweet mother?Come, tremble not, draw near!Gaze on thy son's blood-streaming woundsWithout a sigh or tear.Let Turkish ...
Open the casement, and up with the Sun!His gallant journey is just begun;Over the hills his chariot is roll'd,Banner'd with ...
Dance, little children ... it is holy twilight . . .Have you hung paper flowers about the necks of the ...
I thought of leaving her for a dayIn town, it was such an iron winterAt Durdans, the garden frosty clay,The ...
And if I ask thee for a kiss,I ask no more than this sweet breeze,With far less title to the ...
I hear her rocking the baby-- Her room is just next to mine--And I fancy I feel the dimpled arms That round ...
"The sun will set at day's decline"; Qu'importe?Quaff off meanwhile life's sparkling wine!Of what avail are mournful fears,Foreboding sighs and idle ...
You are the problem I propose,My dear, the text my musings glose:I call you for convenience love.By definition you're a ...
With her soft face half turned to me, Like an arrested moonbeam, she Stood in the cirque of that deep tree. I took ...
OVER the field where the grass is cool,(Follow the road who must !)With a song for the beech and the ...
AN idle poet, dreaming in the sun,One given to much unhallowed vagrancyOf thought and step; who, when he comes to ...
THE moan of Rose Dolores, she made her plaint to me,"My hair is lifted by the wind that sweeps in ...
At the desk where the boy sat, he sees the Chicago River.It raises its hand.It asks if metaphor should burn.He ...
Come up the broad river, the Thames, my Dane, My Dane with the beautiful eyes!Thousands and thousands await thee full fain, And ...
How well my heart remembersBeside these camp-fire embersThe eyes that smiled so far away,-- The joy that was November's. Her voice to ...
When Memory, with gentle hand,Has led me to that foreign landOf childhood days, I long to beAgain the boy on ...
God knows I strive against low lust and vice, Wound in the net of their voluptuous hair; God knows that all their ...
THE stir of children with fresh dresses on,And men who meet and say unguarded words,And women from the coopsOf drudgeries ...
He lies on the grass, looking up to the sky;Blue butterflies pass like a breath or a sigh,The shy little ...
A kiss, a word of thanks, away They're gone, and you forsaken learn The blessedness of giving; they (So Nature bids) forget, nor ...
When he finds his wife in bed with another man--The conservative politician feels an ache in his stomach,remembers the longanisa ...
WHEN Adam was in spacious Eden plac'd,Where rural sweets luxuriant did abound,All that could charm the eye or please the ...
"How slow we drive! - but yet the hour will come,When friends shall greet me with affection's kiss;When, seated at ...
WHEN we were girl and boy together,We toss'd about the flowersAnd wreath'd the blushing hoursInto a posy green and sweet.I ...
'Sublime tobacco ! which from east to westCheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest;Which on the Moslem's ottoman dividesHis ...
Little beggar children, with your little ragged dresses,Does love atone for joys unknown by beautiful caresses?Or, do you live in ...
KATIE, Katie, little Katie!Mouth of rose and eyes of blue,(Eyes that look one frankly through!)When I'm absent don't you miss ...
ISing, Hey, when the time rolls round this way,And the bells peal out, _'Tis Christmas Day_;The world is better then ...
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