Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

321. Martha 12/31/2002
322. On The Death Of President Garfield 4/6/2010
323. Cacoethes Scribendi 1/1/2004
324. The Height Of The Ridiculous 12/31/2002
325. Contentment 12/31/2002
326. The Last Leaf 12/31/2002
327. The Deacon's Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful "One-Hoss Shay": A Logical Story 1/13/2003
328. The Flower Of Liberty 12/31/2002
329. The Chambered Nautilus 12/31/2002
330. A Farewell To Agassiz 12/31/2002
331. The Iron Gate 12/31/2002
332. A Parody On “a Psalm Of Life” 5/24/2003
333. Old Ironsides 1/1/2004
334. The Boys 12/31/2002
335. Sun And Shadow 12/31/2002
336. A Familiar Letter 12/31/2002
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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