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[Brother Jonathan's lament for Sister Caroline]. Holograph stanza beginning "Our Union is river, lake, ocean and sky"
Chambered Nautilus, The. Last stanza
Chambered Nautilus, The. Holograph poem
[Chambered Nautilus: last stanza, The]. Holograph copy
For a meeting of the Class of 1829. Holograph poem
For the 25th anniversary of the class of 1829. Ms. copy of poem in an unknown hand
Hymn for the inauguration of the statue of Governor Andrew. Holograph copy
Last charge, The. Holograph
[Last leaf, The]. Last stanza. Holograph copy
Miscellaneous autograph material: signatures
[Old Ironsides]. Holograph copy of the second stanza.
Old Ironsides. Holograph copy of the poem
Old Ironsides. Holograph copy
[Our classmate] F. W. C. [Frederick William Crocker]. Holograph of poem written for the class meeting, Jan. 7, 1864, and so dated
"Parted! Alas! It brings by first to mind." 4 line holograph verse
"Soft is the breath of a maiden's Yes." Holograph poem
Song. [And what shall be the song tonight?]. Holograph
[Song of other days, A]. Holograph copy
Time the despoiler and liberator. Holograph poem
To the Faculty of Harvard University. Ms. petition signed by O. W. Holmes and 15 other members of the Junior class [Class of 1829]
Union and liberty. Holograph poem
"We count the broken lyres that rest." Holograph copy of the first stanza of his poem "The voiceless"
[World's homage, The. Poem to Harriet Beecher Stowe on her seventieth birthday]. Copy of the last stanza of the poem