Each in its turn the others willing slave, Each in its season strong to heal and save. There is nothing on earth that he will not devour, From a tutor in seed to a freshman in flower ; No sage is too gray, and no youth is too green, And you can t be too plump, though you re never too lean. And soothes the pang no anodyne may calm! A common mistake made by young- persons who suppose themselves to have the poetical gift is that their own spiritual exaltation finds a true expression in the conventional phrases which are borrowed from the voices of the singers whose inspiration they think they share. This is a Very Good+ Copy of this Book in Half Blue calf over blue marbled boards,with red moroccan title label to spine lettered in gilt. Then six young damsels, slight and frail, Received this kind young doctor s cares; They all were getting slim and pale, And short of breath on mounting stairs. He was g-one a fortnight; and one afternoon it al ways seems to me it was a sunny afternoon we saw an equipage crawling- from the west toward the old homestead ; the young- horse, Avho set out fat and prancing-, worn thin and reduced by a long- journey the chaise cov ered with dust, and all speaking- of a terrible crusade, a formidable pilgrimage.
Hope you will like it and give your comments and suggestions. His second wife was a daughter of Oliver Wendell, and her ancestry besides its Dutch strain was connected with the Pliil- lipses, Quincys, and other well-known New England families. Calm as a clock your knowing hand di rects, Rhei, jalapce ana grana sex, Or traces on some tender missive s back, Scrupulos duos pulveris ipecac; And leaves your patient to his qualms and gripes, Cool as a sportsman banging at his snipes. I don t despise reputa tion, and I should like to be remembered as having said something worth lasting well enough to last. And it is interesting to observe how shadowy at the last these characters have become, so that they are scarcely more than numerical, and how instinctively the old man, musing over the board, has surrounded himself with the gracious presences of women. I found myself at Albany ; a few hours ride brought me to Pittsfiekl, and I went to the little spot, the scene of this pilgrimage a mansion and found it surrounded by a beau tiful meadow, through which the winding- river made its course in a thousand fantastic curves ; the mountains reared their heads around it, the blue air which makes our city-pale cheeks again to deepen with the line of health, cours ing- about it pure and free. To greet the land-breeze with its faded fold, So.
I lost my focus, dropped my book, the bug, who was a llea, At once exploded, and commenced experi ments on me. No Alpine needle, with its climbing spire, Brings down for mortals the Promethean fire, If careless nature have forgot to frame An altar worthy of the sacred flame. I well remember, in my early years, When these young hands first closed upon a goose ; I have a scar upon my thimble finger, Which chronicles the hour of young ambi tion. I m going to sleep, but wake me once a year; I don t like bleaching in the frost and dew, I 11 take the barn, if all the same to you. Oliver Wendell Holmes, iu Berkshire. But thou hast found thy voice in realms afar Where strains celestial blend their notes with thine; Some cloudless sphere beneath a happier star Welcomes the bright-winged spirit we resign. Ask the worldly schools, And all will tell thee knaves are busier fools; Prudent? This lowlier portal may be tried, That breaks the gable wall; And lo! What is the wench, and who? From thine airy bound Drop like a feather softly to the ground ; This light bolero grows a ticklish dance, And there is mischief in thy kindling glance.
How lono- before his book shall die? And lift her drooping lid, And then the child of future years Shall hear what Katy did. Surely it would seem The sculptured impress speaks of power supreme ; Some grave design the solemn page must claim That shows so broadly an emblazoned name. I need hardly remind you that a part of them appeared in a volume published about a dozen years ago ; that when this volume had been some time out of print, another edition was printed, at your suggestion, in London, but I suppose sold principally to this country ; and that the present edition is published to please you rather than to gratify myself. Already engaged in other duties, it has been with some effort that I have found time to adjust my own mantle ; and I now willingly retire to more quiet labors, which, if less exciting, are more certain to be acknowledged as useful and received with gratitude ; thankful that, not having staked all my hopes upon a single throw, I can sleep quietly after closing the last leaf of my little volume. There was something magnetic in the glance of his blue-gray eye, in the hearty grasp of his hand.
Use well the freedom which thy Master gave, Think st thou that Heaven can tolerate a slave? That whieh makes him a poet is not the power of writing melodious rhymes, it is not the possession of ordinary human sensi bilities nor even of both these qualities in con nection with each other. Our whitest pearl we never find ; Our ripest fruit we never reach ; The flowering moments of the mind Drop half their petals in our speech. It happened a spider within did crawl, And spun him a web of ample size, Wherein there chanced one day to fall A couple of very imprudent flies. They give the mature thought of the writer, held back through many years for want of an adequate occasion, and ripened in his mind during this enforced silence ; they illustrate the effect upon his thought of his professional studies, which predisposed him to treat of the natural history 1 The Poet Among the Hills. T was in the second George s day They sought the forest shade, The knotted trunks they cleared away, The massive beams they laid, They piled the rock-hewn chimney tall, They smoothed the terraced ground, They reared the marble-pillared wall That fenced the mansion round.
We confidently anti cipate that the Secretary of the Navy will in like manner consult the general wish in regard to the Constitution, and either let her remain in ordinary or rebuild her whenever the public service may require. If it is multi volume set, then it is only single volume, if you wish to order a specific or all the volumes you may contact us. Holmes himself, who took a lively interest in the camera long before amateur photography was the fashion, made several copies of it from differ ent points of view. I mnat keep They are gone! I rise I rise with unaffected fear, Louder! Born with mankind, with man s ex panded range And varying fates the poet s numbers change ; Thus in his history may we hope to find Some clearer epochs of the poet s mind, As from the cradle of its birth we trace, Slow wandering forth, the patriarchal race. Nauslion is its old Indian name. I tell their fate, though courtesy disclaims To call our kind by such ungentle names ; Yet, if your rashness bid you vainly dare, Think of their doom, ye simple, and be ware! We, like the leaf, the summit, or the wave, Reflect the light our common nature gave, But every sunbeam, falling from her throne, Wears on our hearts some coloring of our own : Chilled in the slave, and burning in the free, Like the sealed cavern by the sparkling- sea ; Lost, like the lightning in the sullen clod, Or shedding radiance, like the smiles of God; Pure, pale in Virtue, as the star above, Or quivering roseate on the leaves of Love ; Glaring like noontide, where it glows upon Ambition s sands, the desert in the sun, Or soft suffusing o er the varied scene Life s common coloring, intellectual green. The city slept beneath the moonbeam s glance, Her white walls gleaming through the vines of France, And all was hushed, save where the foot steps fell, On some high tower, of midnight sentinel.
Leeches, for instance, pleasing creatures quite ; Try them, and bless you, don t you find they bite? But ask, if a few classical reminis cences at a banquet may not be quite as like to keep out something worse, as to stand in the way of something better. T was on a dreary winter s eve, the night was closing dim, When brave Miles Standish took the bowl, and filled it to the brim; The little Captain stood and stirred the posset with his sword, And all his sturdy men-at-arms were ranged about the board. Dear friends, who are listening so sweetly the while, With your lips double-reefed in a snug little smile, I leave you two fables, both drawn from the deep, The shells you can drop, but the pearls you may keep. When they have been welcomed and praised it has pleased me ; and if at any time they have been rudely handled and despitefully treated, it has cost me a little worry. What care I though the dust is spread Around these yellow leaves, Or o er them his sarcastic thread Oblivion s insect weaves? And suspect the azure blossom that unfolds upon a shoot, As if wisdom s old potato could not flourish at its root? It is indicative of the reputation which Holmes had already formed that though lie had been absent on his professional study for two or three years, he was called on, seven years after graduation, to deliver the poem at the commencement in 1830. See from the ashes of Helvetia s pile The whitened skull of old Servetus smile! I hear yon whistling shroud, I see yon quivering mast; The black throat of the hunted cloud Is panting forth the blast! In that fatal year I had my first attack of author s lead-poisoning, and I have never quite got rid of it from that day to this. Poet and patriot, every gift was thine; Thy name shall live while summers bloom and fade, And grateful Memory guard thy leafy shrine! One hour we rumble on the rail, One half-hour guide the rein, We reach at last, o er hill and dale, The village on the plain.
And when the latest one Shall fold in death her feeble wings Beneath the autumn sun, Then shall she raise her fainting voice. Tis not the star-crowned cliff, the cata ract s flow, The softer foliage or the greener glow, The lake of sapphire or the spar-hung cave, The brighter sunset or the broader wave, Can warm his heart whom every wind has blown To every shore, forgetful of his own. If you find the above classic poems useful, please from your webpage, blog or website. Too long I bear this lonely lot, That bids my heart run wild To press the lips that love me not, To clasp the stranger s child. Once more, once only, we must stop so soon : What have we here? Spare him; the sufferer wants of you and art A track to steer by, not a finished chart. Well, both might make a martyr break The chain that bound him to the stake ; And both, with but a single ray, Can melt our very hearts away ; And both, when balanced, hardly seem To stir the scales, or rock the beam ; But that is dearest, all the while, That wears for us the sweetest smile.
Once more the health of Nature's favored son, The poet, critic, patriot, all in one; Health, honor, friendship, ever round him wait In life's fair field beyond the seven-barred gate! Fast on the soldier s path Darken the waves of wrath, Long have they gathered and loud shall they fall; Red glares the musket s flash, Sharp rings the rifle s crash, Blazing and clanging from thicket and wall. So, till by wrong or negligence effaced, The living index which thy Maker traced Repeats the line each starry Virtue draws Through the wide circuit of creation s laws ; Still tracks unchanged the everlasting ray Where the dark shadows of temptation stray, But, once defaced, forgets the orbs of light, And leaves thee wandering o er the ex panse of night. Her hair is almost gray ; Why will she train that winter curl In such a spring-like way? Why lingers fancy where the sunbeams smile On Circe s gardens and Calypso s isle? When these I write all, wcll-a-day! Oratory has flourished in this soil, and notable addresses have been made by Everett and Emerson in early days, by Adams and Fiske in later ones, and by many more who have chosen the occasion for saying what they have wished to say to an audience of their peers. It contained the poems already published and a further group, as here presented. The complete roll of this class will be found in the appendix at the close of this volume, and though no titles or signs of honor are attached to the names, the reader will easily detect the presence of men who afterward came to great distinction, George Tyler Bigelow, for a while Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Massachusetts; James Freeman Clarke, the humane, independent, and courageous preacher and public-spirited citizen; Benjamin Ivobbins Curtis, the eminent lawyer; Benjamin Peirce, the illustrious mathematician; Dr. If contrary opinions are expressed, be so good as not to mark with brackets, carefully envelop, and send to me, as is the custom with many friends.