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| 3371. | A Parody on “A Psalm of Life” by Oliver Wendell Holmes | | Life is real, life is earnest,
And the shell is not its pen –
“Egg thou art, and egg remainest”
Was not spoken of the hen.
Art is long an... |
| 3373. | The September Gale by Oliver Wendell Holmes | | I'M not a chicken; I have seen
Full many a chill September,
And though I was a youngster then,
That gale I well remember;
The day before, my k... |
| 3374. | The Opening of the Piano by Oliver Wendell Holmes | | 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 ... |
| 3375. | The Living Temple by Oliver Wendell Holmes | | NOT in the world of light alone,
Where God has built his blazing throne,
Nor yet alone in earth below,
With belted seas that come and go,
And ... |
| 3376. | Poem (Halleck monument dedication) by Oliver Wendell Holmes | | SAY not the Poet dies!
Though in the dust he lies,
He cannot forfeit his melodious breath,
Unsphered by envious death!
Life drops the voiceless my... |
| 3377. | Poetry For Supper by R. S. Thomas | | 'Listen, now, verse should be as natural
As the small tuber that feeds on muck
And grows slowly from obtuse soil
To the white flower of immortal... |
| 3378. | A Peasant by R. S. Thomas | | Iago Prytherch his name, though, be it allowed,
Just an ordinary man of the bald Welsh hills,
Who pens a few sheep in a gap of cloud.
Docking mange... |
| 3379. | Welsh Landscape by R. S. Thomas | | To live in Wales is to be conscious
At dusk of the spilled blood
That went into the making of the wild sky,
Dyeing the immaculate rivers
In all th... |
| 3380. | Death Of A Poet by R. S. Thomas | | Laid now on his smooth bed
For the last time, watching dully
Through heavy eyelids the day's colour
Widow the sky, what can he say
Worthy of recor... |
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