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Oliver Wendell Holmes's Poetry, by first line

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  • I saw him once before,
    As he passed by the door,
    48 lines
  • THERE was a giant in time of old,
    A mighty one was he;
    57 lines
  • I'M not a chicken; I have seen
    Full many a chill September,
    56 lines
  • I WROTE some lines once on a time
    In wondrous merry mood,
    32 lines, 3 comments
  • NOT in the world of light alone,
    Where God has built his blazing throne,
    56 lines
  • WE count the broken lyres that rest
    Where the sweet wailing singers slumber,
    24 lines
  • SEXTON! Martha's dead and gone;
    Toll the bell! toll the bell!
    25 lines
  • WHAT flower is this that greets the morn,
    Its hues from Heaven so freshly born?
    40 lines
  • FLAG of the heroes who left us their glory,
    Borne through their battle-fields' thunder
    50 lines
  • As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green,
    To the billows of foam-crested blu
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • Little I ask; my wants are few;
    I only wish a hut of stone,
    73 lines
  • IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen
    With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward to the gree
    28 lines
  • COME, dear old comrade, you and I
    Will steal an hour from days gone by,
    60 lines
  • OH for one hour of youthful joy!
    Give back my twentieth spring!
    46 lines
  • HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
    If there has, take him out, without
    44 lines
  • GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess,
    Thirteen summers, or something less;
    72 lines, 1 comment
  • DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends,
    The patient Organ-blower bends;
    64 lines
  • SAY not the Poet dies!
    Though in the dust he lies,
    45 lines
  • How the mountains talked together,
    Looking down upon the weather,
    91 lines
  • I
    ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us,
    66 lines
  • YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying;
    Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?
    80 lines, 4 comments
  • WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting?
    Not unfamiliar to my ear his name,
    80 lines
  • THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,--
    My airy oriel on the river shore,--
    96 lines
  • "Bring me my broken harp," he said;
    "We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,--
    60 lines
  • Behold the rocky wall
    That down its sloping sides <
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • I love all sights of earth and skies,
    From flowers that glo
    137 lines
  • Oh, there are times
    When all this fret and tumult that we hear
    44 lines
  • If all the trees in all the woods were men;
    And each and every blade of grass a pen;
    12 lines
  • Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay,
    That was built in such a logical way
    120 lines, 3 comments
  • IN the hour of twilight shadows
    The Pilgrim sire looked out;
    136 lines
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