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Opening The Window

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Topics: classic

Thus I lift the sash, so long     Shut against the flight of song;     All too late for vain excuse, -     Lo, my captive rhymes are loose.     Rhymes that, flitting through my brain,     Beat against my window-pane,     Some with gayly colored wings,     Some, alas! with venomed stings.     Shall they bask in sunny rays?     Shall they feed on sugared praise?     Shall they stick with tangled feet     On the critic's poisoned sheet?     Are the outside winds too rough?     Is the world not wide enough?     Go, my winged verse, and try, -     Go, like Uncle Toby's fly!

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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