Oliver Wendell Holmes

"O my lost beauty! - hast thou folded quite     Thy wings of morning light     Beyond those iron gates     Where Life crowds hurrying to the hag"

"Not premeditated 1853     The clock has struck noon; ere it thrice tell the hours     We shall meet round the table that blushes with flowers,"

"I Love to hear thine earnest voice,     Wherever thou art hid,     Thou testy little dogmatist,     Thou pretty Katydid     Thou mindest me of"

"In poisonous dens, where traitors hide     Like bats that fear the day,     While all the land our charters claim     Is sweating blood and bre"

"Yes, dear departed, cherished days,     Could Memory's hand restore     Your morning light, your evening rays,     From Time's gray urn once mo"

"Who Presented Me With A Silver Loving Cup On The Twenty-Ninth Of August, M Dccc Lxxxix     "Who gave this cup?" The secret thou wouldst steal     I"

"Come back to your mother, ye children, for shame,     Who have wandered like truants for riches or fame!     With a smile on her face, and a spr"

"Old time, in whose bank we deposit our notes,     Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats;     He keeps all his customers still in arrear"

"Angel of Death! extend thy silent reign!     Stretch thy dark sceptre o'er this new domain     No sable car along the winding road     Has born"

"JANUARY THIRD     We sing "Our Country's" song to-night     With saddened voice and eye;     Her banner droops in clouded light     Beneath the w"

"Day hath put on his jacket, and around     His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.     Here will I lay me on the velvet grass,     That is li"

"That age was older once than now,     In spite of locks untimely shed,     Or silvered on the youthful brow;     That babes make love and child"

"Fast as the rolling seasons bring     The hour of fate to those we love,     Each pearl that leaves the broken string     Is set in Friendship'"

"1819-1891     Thou shouldst have sung the swan-song for the choir     That filled our groves with music till the day     Lit the last hilltop with"

"Where, girt around by savage foes,     Our nurturing Mother's shelter rose,     Behold, the lofty temple stands,     Reared by her children's g"

"The Comet! He is on his way,     And singing as he flies;     The whizzing planets shrink before     The spectre of the skies;     Ah! well ma"

"Now, by the blessed Paphian queen,     Who heaves the breast of sweet sixteen;     By every name I cut on bark     Before my morning star grew"

"Introduction To A Collection Of Poems By different Authors     An usher standing at the door     I show my white rosette;     A smile of welcome,"

"They tell us that the Muse is soon to fly hence,     Leaving the bowers of song that once were dear,     Her robes bequeathing to her sister, Sc"

"Devoutest of My Sunday friends,     The patient Organ-blower bends;     I see his figure sink and rise,     (Forgive me, Heaven, my wandering e"

"One word to the guest we have gathered to greet!     The echoes are longing that word to repeat, -     It springs to the lips that are waiting"

"Twice had the mellowing sun of autumn crowned     The hundredth circle of his yearly round,     When, as we meet to-day, our fathers met:     T"

"Bright on the banners of lily and rose     Lo! the last sun of our century sets!     Wreathe the black cannon that scowled on our foes,     All"

"And can it be you've found a place     Within this consecrated space,     That makes so fine a show,     For one of Rip Van Winkle's race?"

"I hold a letter in my hand, -     A flattering letter, more's the pity, -     By some contriving junto planned,     And signed per order of C"

"April 27,1861     Eighty years have passed, and more,     Since under the brave old tree     Our fathers gathered in arms, and swore     They wou"

"Washed in the blood of the brave and the blooming,     Snatched from the altars of insolent foes,     Burning with star-fires, but never consumi"

"Angel of love, for every grief     Its soothing balm thy mercy brings,     For every pang its healing leaf,     For homeless want, thine outspr"

"When treason first began the strife     That crimsoned sea and shore,     The Nation poured her hoarded life     On Freedom's threshing-floor;"

"The seed that wasteful autumn cast     To waver on its stormy blast,     Long o'er the wintry desert tost,     Its living germ has never lost."

"The sun stepped down from his golden throne.     And lay in the silent sea,     And the Lily had folded her satin leaves,     For a sleepy thin"

"The sun-browned girl, whose limbs recline     When noon her languid hand has laid     Hot on the green flakes of the pine,     Beneath its narr"

"Not with the anguish of hearts that are breaking     Come we as mourners to weep for our dead;     Grief in our breasts has grown weary of achin"

"How beauteous is the bond     In the manifold array     Of its promises to pay,     While the eight per cent it gives     And the rate at whic"

"Shadowed so long by the storm-cloud of danger,     Thou whom the prayers of an empire defend,     Welcome, thrice welcome! but not as a stranger"

"There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young,     When the buds of April blossomed, and the birds of spring-time sung!     The"

"As the voice of the watch to the mariner's dream,     As the footstep of Spring on the ice-girdled stream,     There comes a soft footstep, a wh"

"(Bar Harbor)     From this fair home behold on either side     The restful mountains or the restless sea     So the warm sheltering walls of life"

"Phi Beta Kappa, June 26, 1873     The Caliph ordered up his cook,     And, scowling with a fearful look     That meant, - We stand no gammon, -"

"Father of Mercies, Heavenly Friend,     We seek thy gracious throne;     To Thee our faltering prayers ascend,     Our fainting hearts are know"

"Look out! Look out, boys! Clear the track!     The witches are here! They've all come back!     They hanged them high, - No use! No use!     Wh"

"Yes, dear Enchantress, - wandering far and long,     In realms unperfumed by the breath of song,     Where flowers ill-flavored shed their sweet"

"Farewell, for the bark has her breast to the tide,     And the rough arms of Ocean are stretched for his bride;     The winds from the mountain"

"Let greener lands and bluer skies,     If such the wide earth shows,     With fairer cheeks and brighter eyes,     Match us the star and rose;"

"Brothers, whom we may not reach     Through the veil of alien speech,     Welcome! welcome! eyes can tell     What the lips in vain would spell"

"Winter is past; the heart of Nature warms     Beneath the wrecks of unresisted storms;     Doubtful at first, suspected more than seen,     The"

"When the Puritans came over     Our hills and swamps to clear,     The woods were full of catamounts,     And Indians red as deer,     With to"

"At My Fireside     Alone, beneath the darkened sky,     With saddened heart and unstrung lyre,     I heap the spoils of years gone by,     And le"

""Purpureos spargam flores."     The wreath that star-crowned Shelley gave     Is lying on thy Roman grave,     Yet on its turf young April sets"

"Dedicated To The Stay-At-Home Rangers     Now, while our soldiers are fighting our battles,     Each at his post to do all that he can,     Down a"

"How long will this harp which you once loved to hear     Cheat your lips of a smile or your eyes of a tear?     How long stir the echoes it wake"

"Ye that have faced the billows and the spray     Of good St. Botolph's island-studded bay,     As from the gliding bark your eye has scanned"

"I have come with my verses - I think I may claim     It is not the first time I have tried on the same.     They were puckered in rhyme, they we"

"O Love Divine, that stooped to share     Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,     On Thee we cast each earth-born care,     We smile at pain"

"Though young no more, we still would dream     Of beauty's dear deluding wiles;     The leagues of life to graybeards seem     Shorter than boy"

"Now, smiling friends and shipmates all,     Since half our battle 's won,     A broadside for our Admiral!     Load every crystal gun     Stan"

"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 fish"

"Hang out our banners on the stately tower     It dawns at last - the long-expected hour I     The steep is climbed, the star-lit summit won,"

"Through my north window, in the wintry weather, -     My airy oriel on the river shore, -     I watch the sea-fowl as they flock together"

"Dedicated By A Contributor To The Collegian, 1830, To The Editors Of The Harvard Advocate, 1876.     'T was on the famous trotting-ground,     The"