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Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс)


Lines


RECITED AT THE BERKSHIRE JUBILEE, PITTSFIELD, MASS., 
AUGUST 23, 1844

COME back to your mother, ye children, for shame,
Who have wandered like truants for riches or fame!
With a smile on her face, and a sprig in her cap,
She calls you to feast from her bountiful lap.

Come out from your alleys, your courts, and your lanes,
And breathe, like young eagles, the air of our plains;
Take a whiff from our fields, and your excellent wives
Will declare it 's all nonsense insuring your lives.

Come you of the law, who can talk, if you please,
Till the man in the moon will allow it's a cheese,
And leave "the old lady, that never tells lies,"
To sleep with her handkerchief over her eyes.

Ye healers of men, for a moment decline
Your feats in the rhubarb and ipecac line;
While you shut up your turnpike, your neighbors can go
The old roundabout road to the regions below.

You clerk, on whose ears are a couple of pens,
And whose head is an ant-hill of units and tens,
Though Plato denies you, we welcome you still
As a featherless biped, in spite of your quill.

Poor drudge of the city! how happy he feels,
With the burs on his legs and the grass at his heels
No dodger behind, his bandannas to share,
No constable grumbling, "You must n't walk there!"

In yonder green meadow, to memory dear,
He slaps a mosquito and brushes a tear;
The dew-drops hang round him on blossoms and shoots,
He breathes but one sigh for his youth and his boots.

There stands the old school-house, hard by the old church;
That tree at its side had the flavor of birch;
Oh, sweet were the days of his juvenile tricks,
Though the prairie of youth had so many "big licks."

By the side of yon river he weeps and he slumps,
The boots fill with water, as if they were pumps,
Till, sated with rapture, he steals to his bed,
With a glow in his heart and a cold in his head.

'T is past,—he is dreaming,—I see him again;
The ledger returns as by legerdemain;
His neckcloth is damp with an easterly flaw,
And he holds in his fingers an omnibus straw.

He dreams the chill gust is a blossomy gale,
That the straw is a rose from his dear native vale;
And murmurs, unconscious of space and of time,
"A 1. Extra super. Ah, is n't it PRIME!"

Oh, what are the prizes we perish to win
To the first little "shiner" we caught with a pin!
No soil upon earth is so dear to our eyes
As the soil we first stirred in terrestrial pies!

Then come from all parties and parts to our feast;
Though not at the "Astor," we'll give you at least
A bite at an apple, a seat on the grass,
And the best of old—water—at nothing a glass.



Oliver Wendell Holmes's other poems:
  1. Departed Days
  2. Verses for After-Dinner Phi Beta Kappa Society, 1844
  3. The Parting Word
  4. The Two Armies
  5. The Study


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • John Keats (Джон Китс) Lines ("UNFELT unheard, unseen")
  • William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Lines ("STRANGER! this hillock of misshapen stones")
  • Samuel Coleridge (Сэмюэл Кольридж) Lines ("RICHER than miser o’er his countless hoards")
  • Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ)) Lines ("Let Us Make a Leap, My Dear")
  • Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Lines ("Before we part to alien thoughts and aims")
  • Samuel Johnson (Сэмюэл Джонсон) Lines ("Wheresoe'er I turn my view") 1777
  • Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Lines ("O tree of many branches! One thou hast")
  • Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Lines ("I MURDER hate by field or flood") 1790
  • Letitia Landon (Летиция Лэндон) Lines ("She kneels by the grave where her lover sleeps")
  • Joseph Drake (Джозеф Дрейк) Lines ("Day gradual fades, in evening gray")
  • Ebenezer Elliott (Эбенезер Эллиотт) Lines ("FROM Shirecliffe, o’er a silent sea of trees")
  • George Morris (Джордж Моррис) Lines ("O Love! the mischief thou hast done!")
  • John Lockhart (Джон Локкарт) Lines ("When youthful faith hath fled")
  • Thomas Talfourd (Томас Талфорд) Lines ("HOW simple in their grandeur are the forms ")
  • John Reade (Джон Рид) Lines ("I KNELT down as I poured my spirit forth by that gray gate")

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