And on that grave where English oak and holly And laurel wreaths intwine, Deem it not all a too presumptuous folly, This spray of Western pine!

And on that grave where English oak and holly And laurel wreath entwine, Deem it not all a too presumptuous folly, This spray of Western pine.

When night on the ocean sinks calmly down, I climb the vessel's prow, Where the foam-wreath glows with its phosphor light, Like a crown on a sea-nymph's brow.

"Here, darling, here!" From the floor beside her, the raffia wreath half in the making, Mrs. Coblenz reached up, pressing it flat to the heaving old bosom.

As the sad little procession moved along the streetsthe wayfarers reverently uncovering and soldiers saluting as it passedthe dirge-like chant of the Miserere never failed to fill my eyes with unbidden tears of sympathy for the mourners, who, with bowed heads, walked behind the wreath-laden hearse.

The snow-wreath lies, And all is bleak Then say, sweet flower, Whence cam'st thou here In such an hour?

The life-giving sun pours his floods, the last snow-wreath melts, myriads of growing points push eagerly through the steaming mold, the birds come back, new wings fill the air, and fervid summer life comes surging on, seemingly yet more glorious than before.

It represents the youthful Orpheus crowned with the laureate wreath playing before Pluto and Proserpine upon a fiddle or crowd of antique pattern.

But if, to crown the labours of my Muse, Thou, inauspicious, should'st the wreath refuse, Whoe'er attempts it in this scribbling age Shall feel the Scottish pow'rs of Crilic rage.

Yet reason frowns on war's unequal game, Where wasted nations raise a single name; And mortgag'd states, their grandsires' wreaths regret.

No wreath rests here wove by your hands To mark the Poet's silent tomb.

I would have had a wreath round the brows, but the poet was afraid of being mistaken for a king or a conqueror, and his pride or modesty made him forbid the band.

And so it has served us through sunshine and cloud, Through fun'rals and weddin's, from bride-wreath ter shroud; It's old and it's rusty, it's shaky and lame,

and, E and F] entertaine Thy happy welcome, causing thee sit downe, And with a Lawrell-wreath thy temples crowne.

And to his brow a strange wreath clung, And drops of crimson hue; And his rough hands, oh, sadly wrung! Were pierced through and through.

Accept from him this wreath uncouth of words Which do but half express the grief he feels.

Who could Antietam's wreath foretell? Authority called you; then, in mist And loom of jeopardydismissed.