The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes — volume 04: Songs in Many Keys
The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes — volume 04: Songs in Many Keys
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AFTER A LECTURE ON MOORE SHINE soft, ye trembling tears of lightThat strew the mourning skies;Hushed in the silent dews of nightThe harp of Erin lies.
What though her thousand years have pastOf poets, saints, and kings, --Her echoes only hear the lastThat swept those golden strings.
Fling o'er his mound, ye star-lit bowers, The balmiest wreaths ye wear, Whose breath has lent your earth-born flowersHeaven's own ambrosial air.
Breathe, bird of night, thy softest tone, By shadowy grove and rill;Th...y song will soothe us while we ownThat his was sweeter still.
Stay, pitying Time, thy foot for himWho gave thee swifter wings, Nor let thine envious shadow dimThe light his glory flings.
If in his cheek unholy bloodBurned for one youthful hour, 'T was but the flushing of the budThat blooms a milk-white flower.
Take him, kind mother, to thy breast, Who loved thy smiles so well, And spread thy mantle o'er his restOf rose and asphodel.
The bark has sailed the midnight sea, The sea without a shore, That waved its parting sign to thee, --"A health to thee, Tom Moore!" And thine, long lingering on the strand, Its bright-hued streamers furled, Was loosed by age, with trembling hand, To seek the silent world.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
AFTER A LECTURE ON MOORE SHINE soft, ye trembling tears of lightThat strew the mourning skies;Hushed in the silent dews of nightThe harp of Erin lies.
What though her thousand years have pastOf poets, saints, and kings, --Her echoes only hear the lastThat swept those golden strings.
Fling o'er his mound, ye star-lit bowers, The balmiest wreaths ye wear, Whose breath has lent your earth-born flowersHeaven's own ambrosial air.
Breathe, bird of night, thy softest tone, By shadowy grove and rill;Th...y song will soothe us while we ownThat his was sweeter still.
Stay, pitying Time, thy foot for himWho gave thee swifter wings, Nor let thine envious shadow dimThe light his glory flings.
If in his cheek unholy bloodBurned for one youthful hour, 'T was but the flushing of the budThat blooms a milk-white flower.
Take him, kind mother, to thy breast, Who loved thy smiles so well, And spread thy mantle o'er his restOf rose and asphodel.
The bark has sailed the midnight sea, The sea without a shore, That waved its parting sign to thee, --"A health to thee, Tom Moore!" And thine, long lingering on the strand, Its bright-hued streamers furled, Was loosed by age, with trembling hand, To seek the silent world.
What to read after The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes — volume 04: Songs in Many Keys?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Holmes, Oliver Wendell, 1809-1894 to read onlineMoreLess
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