Opening The Window
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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"Thus I lift the sash, so long..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Oliver Wendell Holmes delivers a powerful performance in "Opening The Window"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...