Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

41. All Here 4/6/2010
42. America To Russia 4/6/2010
43. American Academy Centennial Celebration 4/6/2010
44. An After-Dinner Poem 4/6/2010
45. An Appeal For 4/6/2010
46. An Evening Thought 4/6/2010
47. An Impromptu 4/6/2010
48. An Impromptu - Ii 4/6/2010
49. An Old-Year Song 4/6/2010
50. Army Hymn 4/6/2010
51. Astraea: The Balance Of Illusions 4/6/2010
52. At A Birthday Festival 4/6/2010
53. At A Dinner To Admiral Farragut 4/6/2010
54. At A Dinner To General Grant 4/6/2010
55. At A Meeting Of Friends 4/6/2010
56. At My Fireside 4/6/2010
57. At The 4/6/2010
58. At The Banquet To The Chinese Embassy 4/6/2010
59. At The Banquet To The Grand Duke Alexis 4/6/2010
60. At The Banquet To The Japanese Embassy 4/6/2010
61. At The Close Of A Course Of Lectures 4/6/2010
62. At The Pantomime 4/6/2010
63. At The Papyrus Club 4/6/2010
64. At The Saturday Club 4/6/2010
65. At The Turn Of The Road 4/6/2010
66. At The Unitarian Festival 4/6/2010
67. Aunt Tabitha 4/6/2010
68. Ave 4/6/2010
69. Avis 4/6/2010
70. Benjamin Peirce 4/6/2010
71. Bill And Joe 12/31/2002
72. Birthday Of Daniel Webster 4/6/2010
73. Boston To Florence 4/6/2010
74. Brother Jonathan's Lament 12/31/2002
75. Bryant’s Seventieth Birthday 4/6/2010
76. But One Talent 4/6/2010
77. But One Talent 4/6/2010
78. Cacoethes Scribendi 1/1/2004
79. Call Him Not Old, Whose Visionary Brain 9/1/2015
80. Chanson Without Music 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 Opening Of The Piano

IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen
With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward to the green,
At the side toward the sunset, with the window on its right,
Stood the London-made piano I am dreaming of to-night!

Ah me! how I remember the evening when it came!
What a cry of eager voices, what a group of cheeks in flame,
When the wondrous box was opened that had come from over seas,
With its smell of mastic-varnish and i

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