The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete

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and the plane

crimson summe

me the summe

hrob with life i

be theirs; I

simply human

dust is fashion

cold and hunge

fear of worlds

others worthi

not save throu

veils of langu

folds, we dare

her self which

our name; the

censed freedom

sorrows and our

e, that throws

ed speech and

rayer is silenc

temple where

ed in light, hav

nchise, though

arland; hear

such form

n fitful whisp

slumbers, wakes

loating in the

d the fairest

ely thoughts

marvels of th

measure; I

rgined, unil

meaning to the

in the graciou

clothe thyself

my side, my vo

rse may lack o

e thee

stood e

fingers wanderi

antress with t

soul through so

ong that long ha

summer kindle

alto, like the

brooding, fond,

instrel's pass

trembling as

shaken till i

ragrance. Such t

rrow when the

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the po

doubly sweet, f

dence of its w

assion over, w

as he sang hi

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the stormy wi

hunders through h