Maxioms by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
And when you stick on conversation's burs,
Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs.
And when you stick on conversation's burs,
Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs.
Thou art a female, Katydid!
I know it by the trill
That quivers through thy piercing notes
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Thou art a female, Katydid!
I know it by the trill
That quivers through thy piercing notes
So petulant and shrill.
I think there is a knot of you
Beneath the hollow tree,
A knot of spinster Katydids,--
Do Katydids drink tea?
Stop not, unthinking, every friend you meet
To spin your wordy fabric in the street;
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Stop not, unthinking, every friend you meet
To spin your wordy fabric in the street;
While you are emptying your colloquial pack,
The fiend Lumbago jumps upon his back.
Day hath put on his jacket, and around
His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.
Day hath put on his jacket, and around
His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.
