Love Poems – Page 3154
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The Old Arm-Chair
I Love it, I love it! and who shall dare / To chide me for loving that old arm-chair? / I ’ve treasured it long as a sainted prize, … -
The Old Astronomer
Reach me down my Tycho Brahé,—I would know him when we meet, / When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet; / He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how … -
The Old Bridge at Florence
Taddeo Gaddi built me. I am old, / Five centuries old. I plant my foot of stone / Upon the Arno, as Saint Michael’s own … -
The Old Cloak
this winter's weather it waxeth cold, / And frost it freezeth on every hill, / And Boreas blows his blast so bold … -
The Old Familiar Faces
I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, / In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days— / All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. … -
The Old Jew
No fawn-tinged hospital pajamas could cheat him of his austerity, / Which tamed even the doctors with its pure fire. / They examined him; made him bow to them: … -
The Old Maid
She gave her life to love. She never knew / What other women give their all to gain. / Others were fickle. She was passing true. … -
The Old Man and Jim
Old man never had much to say— / ’Ceptin’ to Jim,— / And Jim was the wildest boy he had, … -
The Old Man Dreams
O For one hour of youthful joy! / Give back my twentieth spring! / I ’d rather laugh a bright-haired boy … -
The Old Man's Angelus
An old man sits by the cottage door; / The winds are hushed on the sunlit hills; / He tells his rosary softly o'er, …
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