Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Poems of Oliver Wendell Holmes

301. To An English Friend 4/6/2010
302. To Canaan 4/6/2010
303. To Christian Gottfried Ehrenberg 4/6/2010
304. To Frederick Henry Hedge 4/6/2010
305. To George Peabody 4/6/2010
306. To Governor Swain 4/6/2010
307. To H. W. Longfellow 4/6/2010
308. To James Freeman Clarke 4/6/2010
309. To James Russell Lowell 4/6/2010
310. To John Greenleaf Whittier 4/6/2010
311. To My Old Readers 4/6/2010
312. To My Readers 4/6/2010
313. To Rutherford Birchard Hayes 4/6/2010
314. To The Eleven Ladies 4/6/2010
315. To The Poets Who Only Read And Listen 4/6/2010
316. To the Portrait of 4/6/2010
317. To The Teachers Of America 4/6/2010
318. Too Young For Love 4/6/2010
319. Two Poems To harriet Beecher Stowe 4/6/2010
320. Two Sonnets: Harvard 4/6/2010

The September Gale

I'M not a chicken; I have seen
Full many a chill September,
And though I was a youngster then,
That gale I well remember;
The day before, my kite-string snapped,
And I, my kite pursuing,
The wind whisked off my palm-leaf hat;
For me two storms were brewing!

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