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Under the Violets
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
HER hands are cold; her face is white;
No more her pulses come and go;
Her eyes are shut to life and light;--
Fold the white vesture, snow on snow,
And lay her where the violets blow.
The Three Silences Of Molinos
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Three Silences there are: the first of speech,
The second of desire, the third of thought;
The Two Streams
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
So from the heights of Will
Life's parting stream descends,
And, as a moment turns its slender rill,
Each widening torrent bends, --
The Height of the Ridiculous
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I WROTE some lines once on a time
In wondrous merry mood,
And thought, as usual, men would say
They were exceeding good.
AN ELEGY Upon the most Incomparable K. Charles the First
© Henry King
Call for amazed thoughts, a wounded sense
And bleeding Hearts at our Intelligence.
Call for that Trump of Death the Mandrakes Groan
Which kills the Hearers: This befits alone
The Flower of Liberty
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHAT flower is this that greets the morn,
Its hues from Heaven so freshly born?
With burning star and flaming band
It kindles all the sunset land:
Oh tell us what its name may be,--
Is this the Flower of Liberty?
Hellas
© Oscar Wilde
To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,
To-Morrow
© George MacDonald
My TO-MORROW is but a flitting
Fancy of the brain;
God's TO-MORROW an angel sitting,
Ready for joy or pain.
The Last Leaf
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
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.
Menaphon: Doron's Eclogue
© Robert Greene
DORON
Sit down, Carmela, here are cobs for kings,
Sloes black as jet, or like my Christmas shoes,
Sweet cider, which my leathern bottle brings:
Sit down, Carmela, let me kiss thy toes.
A Familiar Letter
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying;
Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?
I'll show you that rhyming's as easy as lying,
If you'll listen to me while the art I unfold.
Fitz-Greene Halleck
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Among their graven shapes to whom
Thy civic wreaths belong,
O city of his love, make room
For one whose gift was song.
Old Ironsides
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
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;
Chuang Tzu And The Butterfly
© Li Po
Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly,
And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking.
The Boys
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
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!
Encouraged
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
BECAUSE you love me I have much achieved,
Had you despised me then I must have failed,
But since I knew you trusted and believed,
I could not disappoint you and so prevailed.
A Parody on A Psalm of Life
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Life is real, life is earnest,
And the shell is not its pen
Egg thou art, and egg remainest
Was not spoken of the hen.
Acceptance
© Leon Gellert
Beside the doors of a keen-lighted hall
I paused, and quite by chance
I noticed Love
Smiling and tall;
And then I heard the whirling dance,
And saw the dismal skies above.
The Chambered Nautilus
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
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
The Deacon's Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful "One-Hoss Shay": A Logical Story
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay,
That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day,
And then, of a sudden, it -- ah, but stay,
