Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

81. Choose You This Day Whom Ye Will Serve 4/6/2010
82. Contentment 12/31/2002
83. Daily Trials By A Sensitive Man 1/1/2004
84. De Sauty 4/6/2010
85. Departed Days 4/6/2010
86. Dorothy Q. 12/31/2002
87. Edward Everett 4/6/2010
88. Epilogue To The Breakfast-Table Series 4/6/2010
89. Evening. By A Tailor 4/6/2010
90. Even-Song 4/6/2010
91. Extracts From A Medical Poem. The Stability Of Science 4/6/2010
92. F. W. C. 4/6/2010
93. Fantasia 4/6/2010
94. Farewell To J. R. Lowell 4/6/2010
95. First Verses 4/6/2010
96. For Class Meeting 4/6/2010
97. For The Burns Centennial Celebration 4/6/2010
98. For The Centennial Dinner 4/6/2010
99. For The Commemoration Services 4/6/2010
100. For The Dedication Of The New City Library, Boston 4/6/2010
101. For The Fair In Aid Of The Fund To Procure Ball’s Statue Of Washington 4/6/2010
102. For The Meeting Of The National Sanitary Association 4/6/2010
103. For The Moore Centennial Celebration 12/31/2002
104. For The Services In Memory Of Abraham Lincoln 4/6/2010
105. For The Window In St. Margaret’s 4/6/2010
106. For Whittier’s Seventieth Birthday 4/6/2010
107. Francis Parkman 4/6/2010
108. Freedom Or Queen 4/6/2010
109. From A Bachelor’s Private Journal 4/6/2010
110. From The Iron Gate 4/6/2010
111. God Save The Flag 4/6/2010
112. Grandmother's Story Of Bunker Hill Battle (As She Saw It From The Belfry) 4/6/2010
113. H. C. M. H. S. J. K. W. 4/6/2010
114. Hail, Columbia! 4/6/2010
115. Harvard 4/6/2010
116. Homesick In Heaven 4/6/2010
117. How The Old Horse Won The Bet 4/6/2010
118. How To Not Settle It 4/6/2010
119. Humboldt’s Birthday 4/6/2010
120. Hymn After The Emancipation Proclamation 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 Two Streams

Behold the rocky wall
That down its sloping sides
Pours the swift rain-drops, blending, as they fall,
In rushing river-tides!
Yon stream, whose sources run
Turned by a pebble's edge,
Is Athabasca, rolling toward the sun
Through the cleft mountain-ledge.
The slender rill had strayed,

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