The Poems of Oliver Wendell HolmesTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 410 páginas |
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... , and calls the world his own . There breathes no being but has some pretence To that fine instinct called poetic sense ; The rudest savage roaming through the wild , The simplest rustic , bending o'er his child , The A METRICAL ESSAY . 7.
... , and calls the world his own . There breathes no being but has some pretence To that fine instinct called poetic sense ; The rudest savage roaming through the wild , The simplest rustic , bending o'er his child , The A METRICAL ESSAY . 7.
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... wild and free , The crackling leaves beneath yon linden - tree , Panting from play , or dripping from the stream , How bright the visions of my boyish dream ! Or , modest Charles , along thy broken edge , Black with soft ooze and ...
... wild and free , The crackling leaves beneath yon linden - tree , Panting from play , or dripping from the stream , How bright the visions of my boyish dream ! Or , modest Charles , along thy broken edge , Black with soft ooze and ...
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... wild Tyrtæus called aloud , “ To arms ! " When Glory wakes , when fiery spirits leap , Roused by her accents from their tranquil sleep , The ray that flashes from the soldier's crest Lights , as it glances , in the poet's breast ; Not ...
... wild Tyrtæus called aloud , “ To arms ! " When Glory wakes , when fiery spirits leap , Roused by her accents from their tranquil sleep , The ray that flashes from the soldier's crest Lights , as it glances , in the poet's breast ; Not ...
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... wild tempest wakes the slumbering sea , Thou only teachest all that man can be . Alike thy tocsin has the power to charm The toil - knit sinews of the rustic's arm , Or swell the pulses in the poet's veins , And bid the nations tremble ...
... wild tempest wakes the slumbering sea , Thou only teachest all that man can be . Alike thy tocsin has the power to charm The toil - knit sinews of the rustic's arm , Or swell the pulses in the poet's veins , And bid the nations tremble ...
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... wild , Lulled the light slumbers of the soldier's child ; Or young romancer , with his threatening glance And fearful fables of his bloodless lance , Scared the soft fancy of the clinging girls , Whose snowy fingers smoothed his raven ...
... wild , Lulled the light slumbers of the soldier's child ; Or young romancer , with his threatening glance And fearful fables of his bloodless lance , Scared the soft fancy of the clinging girls , Whose snowy fingers smoothed his raven ...
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angel anvil chorus arms beneath blaze blazoned blue breast breath bright brow burning CHARLES WENTWORTH UPHAM cheek cherubs child clouds Copp's Hill crimson crown dark dead dear dream earth eyes faded fair falchion flame flow flower fold friends gleam glistening glory glow golden grave green hand hear heart Heaven hills hour Katydid laugh leaves life's light lips living long watches look lyre moidore morning mountain nursling o'er once pale pennons percussion cap plain poet's rills ring roll rose round shade shadows shine shore shore and sea sigh silent sing skies smile song soul spectre spring star stethoscope strain stream sweet tears tell thee thine thou throne toil tongue tread trembling turn voice wandering warm waves wedded crowns whisper wild winds wine wings word Yankee girls young youth
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Página 19 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more ! Her deck, once red with heroes...
Página 59 - And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Página 58 - THE LAST LEAF I SAW him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through Mie town.
Página 94 - THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN. IT was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side, His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide ; The daughter of a fisherman, that was so straight and slim, Lived over on the other bank, right opposite to him. It was the pensive oysterman that saw a lovely maid, Upon a moonlight evening, a sitting in the shade ; He saw her wave her handkerchief, as much as if to say, " I 'm wide awake, young oysterman, and all the folks away.
Página 330 - My listening angel heard the prayer, And calmly smiling, said, " If I but touch thy silvered hair, Thy hasty wish hath sped. "But is there nothing in thy track To bid thee fondly stay, While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished-for day?
Página 338 - And is there nothing yet unsaid, Before the change appears? Remember, all their gifts have fled With those dissolving years." "Why, yes"; for memory would recall My fond paternal joys; "I could not bear to leave them all— I'll take— my— girl— and— boys.
Página 95 - Then up arose the oysterman and to himself said he : '' I guess I'll leave the skiff at home, for fear that folks should see ; I read it in the story-book, that, for to kiss his dear, Leander swam the Hellespont, — and I will swim this here.
Página 178 - T was filled with caudle spiced and hot and handed smoking round. " But, changing hands, it reached at length a Puritan divine, Who used to follow Timothy, and take a little wine, But hated punch and prelacy ; and so it was, perhaps, He went to Leyden, where he found conventicles and schnaps.
Página 179 - ... mother's milk, and not a man afraid. That night, affrighted from his nest, the screaming eagle flew, He heard the Pequot's ringing whoop, the soldier's wild halloo; And there the sachem learned the rule he taught to kith and kin, "Run from the white man when you find he smells of Hollands gin!
Página 389 - HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? If there has, take him out, without making a noise. Hang the Almanac's cheat and the Catalogue's spite! Old Time is a liar ! We're twenty to-night ! We're twenty! We're twenty! Who says we are more? He's tipsy — young jackanapes! — show him the door! "Gray temples at twenty?