Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

1. A Ballad Of The Boston Tea-Party 4/6/2010
2. A Birthday Tribute 4/6/2010
3. A Familiar Letter 12/31/2002
4. A Family Record 4/6/2010
5. A Farewell To Agassiz 12/31/2002
6. A Good Time Going! 4/6/2010
7. A Hymn Of Peace 4/6/2010
8. A Loving-Cup Song 4/6/2010
9. A Memorial Tribute 4/6/2010
10. A Noontide Lyric 4/6/2010
11. A Parody On “a Psalm Of Life” 5/24/2003
12. A Parting Health 4/6/2010
13. A Poem For The Meeting Of The American Medical Association At New York, May 5, 1853 4/6/2010
14. A Poem Served To Order 4/6/2010
15. A Poem. Dedication Of The Pittsfield Cemetery 4/6/2010
16. A Portrait 4/6/2010
17. A Rhymed Lesson (Urania) 4/6/2010
18. A Roman Aqueduct 4/6/2010
19. A Sea Dialogue 4/6/2010
20. A Sentiment 4/6/2010
21. A Sentiment Offered At The Dinner To H. I. H. The Prince Napoleon 4/6/2010
22. A Song Of 4/6/2010
23. A Song Of Other Days 4/6/2010
24. A Song. For The Centennial Celebration Of Harvard College 4/6/2010
25. A Souvenir 4/6/2010
26. A Sun-Day Hymn 4/6/2010
27. A Toast To Wilkie Collins 4/6/2010
28. A Voice Of The Loyal North 4/6/2010
29. A Welcome To Dr. Benjamin Apthorp Gould 4/6/2010
30. Ad Amicos 4/6/2010
31. Address For The Opening Of The Fifth Avenue Theatre 4/6/2010
32. Æstivation 12/31/2002
33. After A Lecture On Keats 4/6/2010
34. After A Lecture On Moore 4/6/2010
35. After A Lecture On Shelley 4/6/2010
36. After A Lecture On Wordsworth 4/6/2010
37. After The Curfew 4/6/2010
38. After The Fire 4/6/2010
39. Agnes 4/6/2010
40. Album Verses 4/6/2010
Best Poem of Oliver Wendell Holmes

A Familiar Letter

YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying;
Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?
I'll show you that rhyming's as easy as lying,
If you'll listen to me while the art I unfold.

Here's a book full of words; one can choose as he fancies,
As a painter his tint, as a workman his tool;
Just think! all the poems and plays and romances
Were drawn out of this, like the fish from a pool!

You can wander at will through its syllabled mazes,
And take all you want, not a copper they cost,--
What is...

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The Last Leaf

I saw him once before,
As he passed by the door,
And again
The pavement stones resound,
As he totters o'er the ground
With his cane.

They say that in his prime,
Ere the pruning-knife of Time

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