Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

I saw the curl of his waving lash,
And the glance of his knowing eye,
And I knew that he thought he was cutting a dash,
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WHILE fond, sad memories all around us throng,
Silence were sweeter than the sweetest song;
Yet when the leaves are green and heaven is blue
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THE clock has struck noon; ere it thrice tell the hours
We shall meet round the table that blushes with flowers,
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I 'm ashamed,--that 's the fact,--it 's a pitiful case,--
Won't any kind classmate get up in my place?
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DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends,
The patient Organ-blower bends;
I see his figure sink and rise,
(Forgive me, Heaven, my wandering eyes!)
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IT is a pity and a shame--alas! alas! I know it is,
To tread the trodden grapes again, but so it has been,
so it is;
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As through the forest, disarrayed
By chill November, late I strayed,
A lonely minstrel of the wood
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THIS is our place of meeting; opposite
That towered and pillared building: look at it;
King's Chapel in the Second George's day,
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THE god looked out upon the troubled deep
Waked into tumult from its placid sleep;
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As Clemence! when I saw thee last
Trip down the Rue de Seine,
And turning, when thy form had past,
I said, 'We meet again,'--
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