Holmes Leaflets: Poems and Prose Passages from the Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes for Reading and RecitationHoughton Mifflin Company, 1900 - 107 σελίδες |
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85 FIFTH AVE ÆNEID AUTOCRAT Biographical Sketches Blazoned Boston boys BREAKFAST TABLE BRYANT burning CHAMBERED NAUTILUS COMPANY 4 PARK crimson Crown 8vo dark Deacon dear devil's path earth EMERSON Father feels flame flaming angel flash Flower of Liberty Freedom front-door Hawthorne's heart Heaven hill HOLMES Holmes's honor hour ILIAD immortal books kentry laugh LEAFLETS light lips living Logic is logic LONGFELLOW look Lord LOWELL Lumbago Master MASTERPIECES MIFFLIN AND COMPANY morning mountains numbers o'er ODYSSEY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once one-hoss shay parson PHÆDO Poems poet Poetry postpaid PROFESSOR Prose Rhymed Lesson RIVERSIDE LITERATURE SERIES roll round sail Samuel Sewall Schools shore side-door Sir Launfal soul Spring stars story stream sweet Freedom talk tell thee thills thine things thou thought throne Titmouse tree truth verse waves WHITTIER Yankee girls youth
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Σελίδα 17 - 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 Lair.
Σελίδα 29 - 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...
Σελίδα 82 - Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, There is always somewhere a weakest spot,— In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace,— lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will,— Above or below, or within or without,— And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, That a chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an 'I dew vum...
Σελίδα 105 - I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, — but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
Σελίδα 82 - Snuffy old drone from the German hive. That was the year when Lisbon-town Saw the earth open and gulp her down, And Braddock's army was done so brown, Left without a scalp to its crown. It was on the terrible earthquake-day That the Deacon finished the one-hoss shay. Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, There is always somewhere a weakest spot...
Σελίδα 29 - 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...
Σελίδα 63 - 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 tonight! We're twenty! We're twenty! Who says we are more? He's tipsy, — young jackanapes! — show him the door! "Gray temples at twenty?
Σελίδα 81 - Secundus was then alive, — Snuffy old drone from the German hive. That was the year when Lisbon-town Saw the earth open and gulp her down, And Braddock's army was done so brown, Left without a scalp to its crown. It was on the terrible Earthquake-day That the Deacon finished the one-hoss shay.
Σελίδα 20 - Then mark the cloven sphere that holds All thought in its mysterious folds; That feels sensation's faintest thrill, And flashes forth the sovereign will; Think on the stormy world that dwells Locked in its dim and clustering cells ! The lightning gleams of power it sheds Along its hollow glassy threads...
Σελίδα 63 - And there's a nice youngster of excellent pith : Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith; But he shouted a song for the brave and the free — Just read on his medal, "My country," "of thee !