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The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendall Holmes: Earlier poems
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Полный просмотр - 1892
The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes in Three Volumes, Том 1
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Полный просмотр - 1891
angel arms beneath bless blue boys breast breath bright claim comes crown dark dead dear dream drops earth eyes face faded fair fall fathers feel fire flame flow flower friends give golden green grow half hand hear heard heart Heaven hill hold hour keep land leaves lift light lips living look Lord meet memory morning Nature never night o'er once passed past peaceful plain poor rings roll rose round shadows shape shine shore side sigh sing smile song soul speak spread spring stand star story stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought Till told true turn voice wait walls wandering warm waves wild winds wings young youth
Стр. 204 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Стр. 5 - 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 the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan. And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said,
Стр. 221 - And the back-crossbar as strong as the fore, And spring and axle and hub encore. And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt In another hour it will be worn out!
Стр. 205 - Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy...
Стр. 177 - The wild-flowers who will stoop to number ? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them : — Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them I Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts...
Стр. 21 - He took the paper, and I watched, And saw him peep within ; At the first line he read, his face Was all upon the grin. He read the next ; the grin grew broad, And shot from ear to ear ; He read the third ; a chuckling noise I now began to hear. The fourth ; he broke into a roar ; • The fifth ; his waistband split ; The sixth ; he burst five buttons off, And tumbled in a fit. Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye, I watched that wretched man, And since, I never dare to write As funny as I can.
Стр. 5 - 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! 126 CHOICE LITERATURE Her deck, once red with heroes...
Стр. 218 - Turner, and no more. (A landscape, foreground golden dirt, The sunshine painted with a squirt). Of books but few — some fifty score For daily use, and bound for wear; The rest upon an upper floor; Some little luxury there Of red morocco's gilded gleam, And vellum rich as country cream.
Стр. 219 - I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits, — Have you ever heard of that, I say ? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five.
Стр. 181 - Not in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, With belted seas that come and go, And endless isles of sunlit green, Is all thy Maker's glory seen: Look in upon thy wondrous frame, — Eternal wisdom still the same...