| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Oliver Wendell Holmes. (18091894) (continued) |
| | | 6929 | And since, I never dare to write As funny as I can. |
| The Height of the Ridiculous. |
| 6930 | Little I ask; my wants are few, I only want a hut of stone, (A very plain brownstone will do,) That I may call my own. 1 |
| Contentment. |
| 6931 | | When the last reader reads no more. |
| The last Reader. |
| 6932 | The freeman casting with unpurchased hand The vote that shakes the turrets of the land. |
| Poetry, a Metrical Essay. |
| 6933 | And when you stick on conversations burrs, Dont strew your pathway with those dreadful urs. |
| A rhymed Lesson. Urania. |
| 6934 | Wake in our breast the living fires, The holy faith that warmed our sires; Thy hand hath made our nation free; To die for her is serving Thee. |
| Army Hymn. |
| 6935 | Thine eye was on the censer, And not the hand that bore it. |
| Lines by a Clerk. |
| 6936 | Where go the poets lines? Answer, ye evening tapers! Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls, Speak from your folded papers! |
| The Poets Lot. |
| 6937 | A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them; Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them! |
| The Voiceless. |
| | Note 1. Goldsmith: The Hermit. Man wants but little here below
Nor wants that little long; T is not with me exactly so But t is so in the song. [back] |
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