Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

121. For The Burns Centennial Celebration 4/6/2010
122. Francis Parkman 4/6/2010
123. At The Banquet To The Japanese Embassy 4/6/2010
124. At The Papyrus Club 4/6/2010
125. Lines -- For Berkshire Jubilee, Aug. 23, 1844 4/6/2010
126. The Dying Seneca 4/6/2010
127. Welcome To The Grand Duke Alexis 4/6/2010
128. Hymn Written For The Twenty-Fifth Anniversary Of The Reorganization Of The Boston Young Men’s Christian Union 4/6/2010
129. Illustration Of A Picture 4/6/2010
130. In Memory Of Charles Wentworth Upham, Jr. 4/6/2010
131. Poem For The Dedication Of The Fountain At Stratford-On-Avon 4/6/2010
132. The Last Prophecy Of Cassandra 4/6/2010
133. St. Anthony The Reformer 4/6/2010
134. For The Dedication Of The New City Library, Boston 4/6/2010
135. Post-Prandial 4/6/2010
136. In Vita Minerva 4/6/2010
137. Midsummer 4/6/2010
138. My Annual 4/6/2010
139. For The Fair In Aid Of The Fund To Procure Ball’s Statue Of Washington 4/6/2010
140. But One Talent 4/6/2010
141. Extracts From A Medical Poem. The Stability Of Science 4/6/2010
142. An Impromptu - Ii 4/6/2010
143. After A Lecture On Keats 4/6/2010
144. After A Lecture On Wordsworth 4/6/2010
145. Ode For A Social Meeting 4/6/2010
146. Song. For A Temperance Dinner 4/6/2010
147. Old Cambridge 4/6/2010
148. Our Dead Singer 4/6/2010
149. For The Meeting Of The National Sanitary Association 4/6/2010
150. Grandmother's Story Of Bunker Hill Battle (As She Saw It From The Belfry) 4/6/2010
151. Ad Amicos 4/6/2010
152. Stanzas 4/6/2010
153. Prelude To A Volume Printed In Raised Letters For The Blind 4/6/2010
154. Parson Turell’s Legacy 4/6/2010
155. Opening The Window 4/6/2010
156. Birthday Of Daniel Webster 4/6/2010
157. Our Home—our Country 4/6/2010
158. How To Not Settle It 4/6/2010
159. After A Lecture On Moore 4/6/2010
160. A Welcome To Dr. Benjamin Apthorp Gould 4/6/2010

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    I am trying to find the complete poem that contains, Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave but not our hearts

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (3/2/2016 12:45:00 PM)

    (from Wikipedia)
    Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (August 29,1809 – October 7,1894) was an American physician, poet, professor, lecturer, and author based in Boston. A member of the Fireside Poets, his peers acclaimed him as one of the best writers of the day. His most famous prose works are the Breakfast-Table series, which began with The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table (1858) . He was also an important medical reformer.

    Born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, Holmes was educated at Phillips Academy and Harvard College. After graduating from Harvard in 1829, he briefly studied law before turning to the medical profession. He began writing poetry at an early age; one of his most famous works, Old Ironsides, was published in 1830 and was influential in the eventual preservation of the USS Constitution. Following training at the prestigious medical schools of Paris, Holmes was granted his M.D. from Harvard Medical School in 1836. He taught at Dartmouth Medical School before returning to teach at Harvard and, for a time, served as dean there. During his long professorship, he became an advocate for various medical reforms and notably posited the controversial idea that doctors were capable of carrying puerperal fever from patient to patient. Holmes retired from Harvard in 1882 and continued writing poetry, novels and essays until his death in 1894.
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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (3/2/2016 12:44:00 PM)

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    Surrounded by Boston's literary elite—which included friends such as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and James Russell Lowell—Holmes made an indelible imprint on the literary world of the 19th century. Many of his works were published in The Atlantic Monthly, a magazine that he named. For his literary achievements and other accomplishments, he was awarded numerous honorary degrees from universities around the world. Holmes's writing often commemorated his native Boston area, and much of it was meant to be humorous or conversational. Some of his medical writings, notably his 1843 essay regarding the contagiousness of puerperal fever, were considered innovative for their time. He was often called upon to issue occasional poetry, or poems written specifically for an event, including many occasions at Harvard. Holmes also popularized several terms, including Boston Brahmin and anesthesia.

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  • Hannah Martin (2/19/2016 9:34:00 PM)

    Oliver Wendell Holmes is a wonderful poet! I especially love The Chambered Nautilus. It is beautiful, deep, and inspiring!

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Best Poem of Oliver Wendell Holmes

Sun And Shadow

As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green,
To the billows of foam-crested blue,
Yon bark, that afar in the distance is seen,
Half dreaming, my eyes will pursue:
Now dark in the shadow, she scatters the spray
As the chaff in the stroke of the flail;
Now white as the sea-gull, she flies on her way,
The sun gleaming bright on her sail.

Yet her pilot is thinking of dangers to shun,--
Of breakers that whiten and roar;
How little he cares, if in shadow or ...

Read the full of Sun And Shadow

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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