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 | The complete poetical works of Oliver Wendell Holmes |  |
Stick to your aim: the mongrel's hold will slip,
But only crowbars loose the bulldog's grip;
Small as he looks, the jaw that never yields
Drags down the bellowing monarch of the fields!
But only crowbars loose the bulldog's grip;
Small as he looks, the jaw that never yields
Drags down the bellowing monarch of the fields!
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Yet in opinions look not always back,—
Your wake is nothing, mind the coming track;
Leave what you 've done for what you have to do;
Don't be “consistent,” but be simply true.
Your wake is nothing, mind the coming track;
Leave what you 've done for what you have to do;
Don't be “consistent,” but be simply true.
| The complete poetical works of Oliver Wendell Holmes | |