Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

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

Read the full of A Familiar Letter

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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