Oliver Wendell Holmes

United States
Oliver Wendell Holmes
United States


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I HOLD a letter in my hand,-
A flattering letter, more's the pity,-
By some contriving junto planned,
And signed per order of Committee.
How The Old Horse Won The Bet
'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,
The betting men were gathered round
From far and near; the 'cracks' were there
Hymn Of Trust
O Love Divine, that stooped to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,
On Thee we cast each earth-born care,
A Sea Dialogue
Cabin Passenger:
FRIEND, you seem thoughtful. I not wonder much
That he who sails the ocean should be sad.
I am myself reflective. When I think
The Hot Season
THE folks, that on the first of May
Wore winter coats and hose,
Began to say, the first of June,
'Good Lord! how hot it grows!'
Our Indian Summer
You 'll believe me, dear boys, 't is a pleasure to rise,
With a welcome like this in your darling old eyes;
THE land of sunshine and of song!
Her name your hearts divine;
To her the banquet's vows belong
The Comet
The Comet! He is on his way,
And singing as he flies;
The whizzing planets shrink before
The spectre of the skies;
The Gray Chief
'T is sweet to fight our battles o'er,
And crown with honest praise
The Last Charge
Now, men of the North! will you join in the strife
For country, for freedom, for honor, for life?
The giant grows blind in his fury and spite,--

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