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Contentment by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

contentment by oliver wendell holmes

Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin To care for such unfruitful things; One good-sized diamond in a pin, Some, not so large, in rings, A ruby, and a pearl, or so, Will do for me; - I laugh at show. Thus humble let me live and die,Nor long for Midas' golden touch;If Heaven more generous gifts deny,I shall not miss them much,--Too grateful for the blessing lentOf simple tastes and mind content! Of pictures, I should like to own Titians and Raphaels three or four, --- I love so much their style and tone, --- One Turner, and no more, A landscape, --- foreground golden dirt, --- The sunshine painted with a squirt. James; I'm very sure I should not care To fill our Gubernator's chair. A black, round spot, -- and that is all; And such a speck our earth would be If he who looks upon the stars Through the red atmosphere of Mars Could see our little creeping ball Across the disk of crimson crawl As I our sister planet see. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; --- If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three.

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Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809

contentment by oliver wendell holmes

Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten;-- If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. One of my favorite poems. Dimly the transit morning broke; The sun seemed doubting what to do, As one who questions how to dress, And takes his doublets from the press, And halts between the old and new. Note from The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table Should you like to hear what moderate wishes life brings one to at last? Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye, I watched that wretched man, And since, I never dare to write As funny as I can. Of books but few,--some fifty score For daily use, and bound for wear; The rest upon an upper floor;-- Some little luxury there Of red morocco's gilded gleam And vellum rich as country cream. Old Time is a liar! Of books but few, - some fifty score For daily use, and bound for wear; The rest upon an upper floor; Some little luxury there Of red morocco's gilded gleam And vellum rich as country cream. Of pictures, I should like to own Titians aud Raphaels three or four,-- I love so much their style and tone, One Turner, and no more, A landscape,--foreground golden dirt,-- The sunshine painted with a squirt.


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Contentment (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)

contentment by oliver wendell holmes

I would not have the horse I drive So fast that folks must stop and stare; An easy gait—two, forty-five— Suits me; I do not care;— Perhaps, for just a single spurt, Some seconds less would do no hurt. Give grasping pomp its double share,— I ask but one recumbent chair. These are the Wants of mortal Man, -- I cannot want them long, For life itself is but a span, And earthly bliss -- a song. My dame should dress in cheap attire; Good, heavy silks are never dear; I own perhaps I might desire Some shawls of true Cashmere, Some marrowy crapes of China silk, Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk. Charming idea of life, but too high colored for the reality. Written by I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the penny show, All curious things, above, below, Hold each in turn my wandering eyes: I claim the Christian Pagan's line, Humani nihil, -- even so, -- And is not human life divine? Lost in my dream, my spirit soars Through paths the wandering angels know; My all-pervading thought explores The azure ocean's lucent shores; I leave my mortal self below, As up the star-lit stairs I climb, And still the widening view reveals In endless rounds the circling wheels That build the horologe of time. Time-worn, antiques, quilts, primitives, heirloom pieces, potting sheds, English literature, poetry, Battenburg lace, blue willow, cottages, white ironstone dishes, English transferware, worn-out picket fences, teapots, old bird houses, moss-covered clay pots, gardening, all creatures great and small.

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Poem analysis of Contentment by Oliver Wendell Holmes :: Homework Assistance :: The Poetry Archives @www.mythingsapp.com

contentment by oliver wendell holmes

Busts, cameos, gems,--such things as these,Which others often show for pride,I value for their power to please,And selfish churls deride;--One Stradivarius, I confess,Two Meerschaums, I would fain possess. Honors are silly toys, I know, And titles are but empty names; I would, perhaps, be Plenipo,-- But only near St. Too slight thy claim, too small the fee That bids thee turn the potent key The Tuscan's hand has placed in thine. Honors are silly toys, I know,And titles are but empty names;I would, perhaps, be Plenipo,--But only near St. Honors are silly toys, I know, And titles are but empty names; I would, perhaps, be Plenipo,-- But only near St.


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Contentment by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

contentment by oliver wendell holmes

My dame should dress in cheap attire; Good, heavy silks are never dear; - I own perhaps I might desire Some shawls of true Cashmere,-- Some marrowy crapes of China silk, Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk. My wants are many and, if told, Would muster many a score; And were each wish a mint of gold, I still should long for more. I want the voice of honest praise To follow me behind, And to be thought in future days The friend of human-kind, That after ages, as they rise, Exulting may proclaim In choral union to the skies Their blessings on my name. Of books but few,--some fifty scoreFor daily use, and bound for wear;The rest upon an upper floor;--Some little luxury thereOf red morocco's gilded gleamAnd vellum rich as country cream. Shall we always be youthful, and laughing, and gay,Till the last dear companion drops smiling away? Exercise every morning on the brazen horse.

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Best Famous Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

contentment by oliver wendell holmes

Thus humble let me live and die, Nor long for Midas'golden touch; If Heaven more generous gifts deny, I shall not miss them much,-- Too grateful for the blessing lent Of simple tastes and mind content! I always thought cold victual nice;--My choice would be vanilla-ice. The same word some is repeated. I always thought cold victual nice;-- My choice would be vanilla-ice. What next I want, at princely cost, Is elegant attire : Black sable furs for winter's frost, And silks for summer's fire, And Cashmere shawls, and Brussels lace My bosom's front to deck, -- And diamond rings my hands to grace, And rubies for my neck. Thus humble let me live and die, Nor long for Midas' golden touch; If Heaven more generous gifts deny, I shall not miss them much,— Too grateful for the blessing lent Of simple tastes and mind content! No requests for explanation or general short comments allowed.

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Poem Analysis of Contentment by Oliver Wendell Holmes for close reading

contentment by oliver wendell holmes

My dame should dress in cheap attire; Good, heavy silks are never dear; — I own perhaps I might desire Some shawls of true Cashmere,— Some marrowy crapes of China silk, Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk. James; I'm very sure I should not care To fill our Gubernator's chair. I always thought cold victual nice; --- My choice would be vanilla-ice. And art thou, then, a world like ours, Flung from the orb that whirled our own A molten pebble from its zone? Free Online Education from Top Universities Yes! Give grasping pomp its double share,-- I ask but one recumbent chair. As on the gauzy wings of fancy flyingFrom some far orb I track our watery sphere,Home of the struggling, suffering, doubting, dying,The silvered globule seems a glistening tear. The other character in this plot, being Oliver the cat, gingerness and aloof. I halt before the blazoned sign That bids me linger to admire The drama time can never tire, The little hero of the hunch, With iron arm and soul of fire, And will that works his fierce desire, -- Untamed, unscared, unconquered Punch! Of books but few, --- some fifty score For daily use, and bound for wear; The rest upon an upper floor; --- Some little luxury there Of red morocco's gilded gleam, And vellum rich as country cream.

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Poem: Contentment by Oliver Wendell Holmes

contentment by oliver wendell holmes

I saw them straddling through the air, Alas! I always thought cold victual nice;-- My choice would be vanilla-ice. No will of your own with its puny compulsionCan summon the spirit that quickens the lyre;It comes, if at all, like the Sibyl's convulsionAnd touches the brain with a finger of fire. Of temper sweet, of yielding will, Of firm, yet placid mind, -- With all my faults to love me still With sentiment refined. . Sponsor 122 Free Video Tutorials Please I make on youtube such as.


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Contentment by Oliver Wendell Holmes

contentment by oliver wendell holmes

Thus humble let me live and die, Nor long for Midas' golden touch; If Heaven more generous gifts deny, I shall not miss them much,-- Too grateful for the blessing lent Of simple tastes and mind content! Honors are silly toys, I know, And titles are but empty names; I would, perhaps, be Plenipo,-- But only near St. I always thought cold victual nice;— My choice would be vanilla-ice. I always thought cold victual nice;-- My choice would be vanilla-ice. When soft the western breezes blow, And strolling youths meet sauntering maids, I love to watch the stirring trades Beneath the Vallombrosa shades Our much-enduring elms bestow; The vender and his rhetoric's flow, That lambent stream of liquid lies; The bait he dangles from his line, The gudgeon and his gold-washed prize. And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. Wealth's wasteful tricks I will not learn, Nor ape the glittering upstart fool;-- Shall not carved tables serve my turn, But all must be of buhl? Use the criteria sheet to understand greatest poems or improve your poetry analysis essay.

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A Brit in Tennessee: Contentment

contentment by oliver wendell holmes

Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin To care for such unfruitful things;-- One good-sized diamond in a pin,-- Some, not so large, in rings,-- A ruby, and a pearl, or so, Will do for me;--I laugh at show. Busts, cameos, gems,--such things as these, Which others often show for pride, I value for their power to please, And selfish churls deride;-- One Stradivarius, I confess, Two Meerschaums, I would fain possess. O guardian of the starry gate, What coin shall pay this debt of mine? I come not here your morning hour to sadden,A limping pilgrim, leaning on his staff,--I, who have never deemed it sin to gladdenThis vale of sorrows with a wholesome laugh. Wealth's wasteful tricks I will not learn,Nor ape the glittering upstart fool;--Shall not carved tables serve my turn,But all must be of buhl? Honors are silly toys, I know, And titles are but empty names; I would, perhaps, be Plenipo,— But only near St. Give grasping pomp its double share,--I ask but one recumbent chair. Thus humble let me live and die, Nor long for Midas' golden touch; If Heaven more generous gifts deny, I shall not miss them much,-- Too grateful for the blessing lent Of simple tastes and mind content! Thus humble let me live and die, Nor long for Midas' golden touch; If Heaven more generous gifts deny, I shall not miss them much,-- Too grateful for the blessing lent Of simple tastes and mind content! My dame should dress in cheap attire; Good, heavy silks are never dear; - I own perhaps I might desire Some shawls of true Cashmere,-- Some marrowy crapes of China silk, Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk. James;I'm very sure I should not careTo fill our Gubernator's chair.

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