Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. ( 10 of 44 )
Scarce one tall frigate walks the sea
Or skirts the safer shores
Of all that bore to read more
Scarce one tall frigate walks the sea
Or skirts the safer shores
Of all that bore to victory
Our stout old Commodores.
Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle that fits the all.
Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle that fits the all.
Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. You couldn't
pry that out of a Boston man if read more
Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. You couldn't
pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation
straightened out for a crow-bar.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; read more
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; the star is shot;
The flight is past--and man forgot.
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.
The crack-brained bobolink courts his crazy mate,
Poised on a bulrush tipsy with his weight.
The crack-brained bobolink courts his crazy mate,
Poised on a bulrush tipsy with his weight.
The freeman casting, with unpurchased hand,
The vote that shakes the turrets of the land.
The freeman casting, with unpurchased hand,
The vote that shakes the turrets of the land.
It cannot be repeated too often that the safety of great wealth
with us lies in obedience to the read more
It cannot be repeated too often that the safety of great wealth
with us lies in obedience to the new version of the Old World
axiom--Richesse oblige.
Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
As vessels starting from ports thousands of miles apart pass
close to each other in the naked breadth of read more
As vessels starting from ports thousands of miles apart pass
close to each other in the naked breadth of the ocean, nay,
sometimes even touch in the dark.
