The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Band 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1891 |
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amaranth aunt battle of Trafalgar beneath blue bosom Boston BOSTON COMMON bowed breath breeches bright burning CAMBRIDGE CHURCHYARD Charles Martel CHARLES WENTWORTH UPHAM charm cheek clouds crimson curled devil's path dreadful Old dream dust earth echoing verse faded fancy flame flashing flowers folds friends gale gathered giant glance gleam glow golden reign graves green Hark hear heart Heaven hill hues hurry quick INTERNATIONAL ODE Katy Katydid leaf lines lips live lonely looks lyre memory METRICAL ESSAY morning Muse MUSIC-GRINDERS numbers o'er Old Ironsides OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once pale pallid passions peace Pindus plain poem poet poet's POETRY proud song ride roll round shake shining brow shore sigh smile song spared star stone storm stream summits sweep sweet thee There's thine Thou thought thrills tides tone tower tread trembling verse VIVE LA FRANCE voice wandered waves wings young
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Seite 4 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer!
Seite 3 - 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.
Seite 2 - 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...
Seite 33 - 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.
Seite 2 - Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee ; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea ! Oh, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave ; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave : Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give...
Seite 3 - 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,
Seite 10 - Oh, tell me where did Katy live, And what did Katy do? And was she very fair and young, And yet so wicked, too? Did Katy love a naughty man, Or kiss more cheeks than one? I warrant Katy did no more Than many a Kate has done.
Seite 14 - So, when my precious aunt was done, My grandsire brought her back ; (By daylight, lest some rabid youth Might follow on the track ;) " Ah ! " said my grandsire, as he shook Some powder in his pan, " What could this lovely creature do Against a desperate man ! " Alas ! nor chariot, nor barouche, Nor bandit cavalcade, Tore from the trembling father's arms His all-accomplished maid.
Seite 8 - Ye ever roaming girls; The breath that bids the blossom fall May lift your floating curls, To sweep the simple lines that tell An exile's date and doom; And sigh, for where his daughters dwell, They wreathe the stranger's tomb. And one amid these shades was born, Beneath this turf who lies, Once beaming as the summer's morn, That closed her gentle eyes; — If sinless angels love as we, Who stood thy grave beside, Three seraph welcomes waited thee, The daughter, sister, bride ! I...