Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

121. Hymn For The Celebration At The Laying Of The Cornerstone Of Harvard Memorial Hall, Cambridge, October 6, 1870 4/6/2010
122. Hymn For The Class-Meeting 4/6/2010
123. Hymn For The Dedication Of Memorial Hall At Cambridge, June 23, 1874 4/6/2010
124. Hymn For The Fair At Chicago 4/6/2010
125. Hymn For The Inauguration Of The Statue Of Governor Andrew 4/6/2010
126. Hymn For The Two Hundredth Anniversary Of King’s Chapel 4/6/2010
127. Hymn Of Trust 4/6/2010
128. Hymn Read At The Dedication Of The Oliver Wendell Holmes Hospital At Hudson, Wisconsin 4/6/2010
129. Hymn Written For The Great Central Fair In Philadelphia, 1864 4/6/2010
130. Hymn Written For The Twenty-Fifth Anniversary Of The Reorganization Of The Boston Young Men’s Christian Union 4/6/2010
131. Hymn.—the Word Of Promise 4/6/2010
132. I Like You And I Love You 4/6/2010
133. Illustration Of A Picture 4/6/2010
134. In Memory Of Charles Wentworth Upham, Jr. 4/6/2010
135. In Memory Of John And Robert Ware 4/6/2010
136. In Memory Of John Greenleaf Whittier 4/6/2010
137. In Response 4/6/2010
138. In The Twilight 4/6/2010
139. In Vita Minerva 4/6/2010
140. Iris, Her Book 4/6/2010
141. J. D. R. 4/6/2010
142. James Russell Lowell 4/6/2010
143. Joseph Warren, M. D. 4/6/2010
144. King’s Chapel 4/6/2010
145. L’inconnue 4/6/2010
146. La Grisette 4/6/2010
147. La Maison D’or 4/6/2010
148. Latter-Day Warnings 4/6/2010
149. Lexington 4/6/2010
150. Lines 4/6/2010
151. Lines -- For Berkshire Jubilee, Aug. 23, 1844 4/6/2010
152. Lines By A Clerk 4/6/2010
153. Lucy 4/6/2010
154. Mare Rubrum 4/6/2010
155. Martha 12/31/2002
156. Meeting Of The Alumni Of Harvard College 4/6/2010
157. Midsummer 4/6/2010
158. Midsummer 4/6/2010
159. Musa 4/6/2010
160. My Annual 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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