Category Archives: Oliver Wendell Holmes

Poem – The Opening Of The Piano 

IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward to the green, At the side toward the sunset, with the window on its right, Stood the London-made piano I … Continue reading

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Poem – The Old Tune 

THIRTY-SIXTH VARIATION THIS shred of song you bid me bring Is snatched from fancy’s embers; Ah, when the lips forget to sing, The faithful heart remembers! Too swift the wings of envious Time To wait for dallying phrases, Or woven … Continue reading

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Poem – The Old Player

THE curtain rose; in thunders long and loud The galleries rung; the veteran actor bowed. In flaming line the telltales of the stage Showed on his brow the autograph of age; Pale, hueless waves amid his clustered hair, And umbered … Continue reading

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Poem – The Old Man Dreams

OH for one hour of youthful joy! Give back my twentieth spring! I’d rather laugh, a bright-haired boy, Than reign, a gray-beard king. Off with the spoils of wrinkled age! Away with Learning’s crown! Tear out life’s Wisdom-written page, And … Continue reading

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Poem – The Old Cruiser 

HERE ‘s the old cruiser, ‘Twenty-nine, Forty times she ‘s crossed the line; Same old masts and sails and crew, Tight and tough and as good as new. Into the harbor she bravely steers Just as she ‘s done for … Continue reading

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Poem – The Morning Visit 

A sick man’s chamber, though it often boast The  grateful presence of a literal toast, Can hardly claim, amidst its various wealth, The right unchallenged to propose a health; Yet though its tenant is denied the feast, Friendship must launch … Continue reading

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Poem – The Sweet Little Man 

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 among rebels and contraband chattels, What are you doing, my sweet little man? All the brave … Continue reading

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