Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

161. My Aunt 4/6/2010
162. My Aviary 12/31/2002
163. Near The Snow-Line 4/6/2010
164. Never Or Now 4/6/2010
165. No Time Like The Old Time 4/6/2010
166. Non-Resistance 4/6/2010
167. Nux Postcoenatica 4/6/2010
168. Ode For A Social Meeting 4/6/2010
169. Ode For Washington’s Birthday 4/6/2010
170. Old Cambridge 4/6/2010
171. Old Ironsides 1/1/2004
172. On Lending A Punch-Bowl 4/6/2010
173. On The Death Of President Garfield 4/6/2010
174. On The Threshold 4/6/2010
175. Once More 4/6/2010
176. One Country 4/6/2010
177. Opening The Window 4/6/2010
178. Our Banker 4/6/2010
179. Our Dead Singer 4/6/2010
180. Our Home—our Country 4/6/2010
181. Our Indian Summer 4/6/2010
182. Our Limitations 4/6/2010
183. Our Oldest Friend 4/6/2010
184. Our Sweet Singer 4/6/2010
185. Our Yankee Girls 4/6/2010
186. Parson Turell’s Legacy 4/6/2010
187. Parting Hymn 4/6/2010
188. Poem (Halleck Monument Dedication) 12/31/2002
189. Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society 4/6/2010
190. Poem For The Dedication Of The Fountain At Stratford-On-Avon 4/6/2010
191. Poem For The Two Hundred And Fiftieth Anniversary Of The Founding Of Harvard College 4/6/2010
192. Poem Read At The Dinner Given To The Author By The Medical Profession Of The City Of New York, April 12, 1883 4/6/2010
193. Poetry: A Metrical Essay, Read Before The Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard 4/6/2010
194. Post-Prandial 4/6/2010
195. Prelude To A Volume Printed In Raised Letters For The Blind 4/6/2010
196. Programme 4/6/2010
197. Prologue 4/6/2010
198. Questions And Answers 4/6/2010
199. Reflections Of A Proud Pedestrian 4/6/2010
200. Remember--Forget 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 Dorchester Giant

THERE was a giant in time of old,
A mighty one was he;
He had a wife, but she was a scold,
So he kept her shut in his mammoth fold;
And he had children three.

It happened to be an election day,
And the giants were choosing a king;
The people were not democrats then,

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