Poems List

It is the province of knowledge to speak and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.

 

The Poet at the Breakfast-Table (1872) ch. 10

End of the wonderful one-hoss shay. Logic is logic. That’s all I say.

 

The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, 11 [The Deacon’s Masterpiece, st. 12]

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.

 

The Last Leaf [1831], st. 8

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Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day?

 

The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, 11 [The Deacon’s Masterpiece, st. 1]

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past!

 

The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, 4 [The Chambered Nautilus, st. 5]

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Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon’s roar— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more.

 

Old Ironsides 1 [1830], st. 1

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There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young.

 

No Time like the Old Time, st. 1

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Nobody talks much that doesn’t say unwise things—things he did not mean to say; as no person plays much without striking a false note sometimes.
A sick man that gets talking about himself, a woman that gets talking about her baby, and an author that begins reading out of his own book, never know when to stop.
The only prize much cared for by the powerful is power. The prize of the general is not a bigger tent, but command.
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