Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

81. Choose You This Day Whom Ye Will Serve 4/6/2010
82. Contentment 12/31/2002
83. Daily Trials By A Sensitive Man 1/1/2004
84. De Sauty 4/6/2010
85. Departed Days 4/6/2010
86. Dorothy Q. 12/31/2002
87. Edward Everett 4/6/2010
88. Epilogue To The Breakfast-Table Series 4/6/2010
89. Evening. By A Tailor 4/6/2010
90. Even-Song 4/6/2010
91. Extracts From A Medical Poem. The Stability Of Science 4/6/2010
92. F. W. C. 4/6/2010
93. Fantasia 4/6/2010
94. Farewell To J. R. Lowell 4/6/2010
95. First Verses 4/6/2010
96. For Class Meeting 4/6/2010
97. For The Burns Centennial Celebration 4/6/2010
98. For The Centennial Dinner 4/6/2010
99. For The Commemoration Services 4/6/2010
100. For The Dedication Of The New City Library, Boston 4/6/2010
101. For The Fair In Aid Of The Fund To Procure Ball’s Statue Of Washington 4/6/2010
102. For The Meeting Of The National Sanitary Association 4/6/2010
103. For The Moore Centennial Celebration 12/31/2002
104. For The Services In Memory Of Abraham Lincoln 4/6/2010
105. For The Window In St. Margaret’s 4/6/2010
106. For Whittier’s Seventieth Birthday 4/6/2010
107. Francis Parkman 4/6/2010
108. Freedom Or Queen 4/6/2010
109. From A Bachelor’s Private Journal 4/6/2010
110. From The Iron Gate 4/6/2010
111. God Save The Flag 4/6/2010
112. Grandmother's Story Of Bunker Hill Battle (As She Saw It From The Belfry) 4/6/2010
113. H. C. M. H. S. J. K. W. 4/6/2010
114. Hail, Columbia! 4/6/2010
115. Harvard 4/6/2010
116. Homesick In Heaven 4/6/2010
117. How The Old Horse Won The Bet 4/6/2010
118. How To Not Settle It 4/6/2010
119. Humboldt’s Birthday 4/6/2010
120. Hymn After The Emancipation Proclamation 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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