Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

1. A Ballad Of The Boston Tea-Party 4/6/2010
2. A Birthday Tribute 4/6/2010
3. A Familiar Letter 12/31/2002
4. A Family Record 4/6/2010
5. A Farewell To Agassiz 12/31/2002
6. A Good Time Going! 4/6/2010
7. A Hymn Of Peace 4/6/2010
8. A Loving-Cup Song 4/6/2010
9. A Memorial Tribute 4/6/2010
10. A Noontide Lyric 4/6/2010
11. A Parody On “a Psalm Of Life” 5/24/2003
12. A Parting Health 4/6/2010
13. A Poem For The Meeting Of The American Medical Association At New York, May 5, 1853 4/6/2010
14. A Poem Served To Order 4/6/2010
15. A Poem. Dedication Of The Pittsfield Cemetery 4/6/2010
16. A Portrait 4/6/2010
17. A Rhymed Lesson (Urania) 4/6/2010
18. A Roman Aqueduct 4/6/2010
19. A Sea Dialogue 4/6/2010
20. A Sentiment 4/6/2010
21. A Sentiment Offered At The Dinner To H. I. H. The Prince Napoleon 4/6/2010
22. A Song Of 4/6/2010
23. A Song Of Other Days 4/6/2010
24. A Song. For The Centennial Celebration Of Harvard College 4/6/2010
25. A Souvenir 4/6/2010
26. A Sun-Day Hymn 4/6/2010
27. A Toast To Wilkie Collins 4/6/2010
28. A Voice Of The Loyal North 4/6/2010
29. A Welcome To Dr. Benjamin Apthorp Gould 4/6/2010
30. Ad Amicos 4/6/2010
31. Address For The Opening Of The Fifth Avenue Theatre 4/6/2010
32. Æstivation 12/31/2002
33. After A Lecture On Keats 4/6/2010
34. After A Lecture On Moore 4/6/2010
35. After A Lecture On Shelley 4/6/2010
36. After A Lecture On Wordsworth 4/6/2010
37. After The Curfew 4/6/2010
38. After The Fire 4/6/2010
39. Agnes 4/6/2010
40. Album Verses 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 September Gale

I'M not a chicken; I have seen
Full many a chill September,
And though I was a youngster then,
That gale I well remember;
The day before, my kite-string snapped,
And I, my kite pursuing,
The wind whisked off my palm-leaf hat;
For me two storms were brewing!

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