Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

241. A Souvenir 4/6/2010
242. Spring 4/6/2010
243. Shakespeare 4/6/2010
244. A Rhymed Lesson (Urania) 4/6/2010
245. Departed Days 4/6/2010
246. The Hudson 4/6/2010
247. On Lending A Punch-Bowl 4/6/2010
248. Songs In Many Keys 4/6/2010
249. No Time Like The Old Time 4/6/2010
250. Joseph Warren, M. D. 4/6/2010
251. Poetry: A Metrical Essay, Read Before The Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard 4/6/2010
252. Semi-Centennial Celebration Of The New England Society 4/6/2010
253. Choose You This Day Whom Ye Will Serve 4/6/2010
254. The Bells 4/6/2010
255. Ave 4/6/2010
256. Midsummer 4/6/2010
257. I Like You And I Love You 4/6/2010
258. Evening. By A Tailor 4/6/2010
259. The Last Look 4/6/2010
260. The Last Blossom 4/6/2010
261. After The Fire 4/6/2010
262. Lucy 4/6/2010
263. At The Banquet To The Grand Duke Alexis 4/6/2010
264. A Poem Served To Order 4/6/2010
265. The Broomstick Train; Or, The Return Of The Witches 4/6/2010
266. The Last Charge 4/6/2010
267. The Gray Chief 4/6/2010
268. The Comet 4/6/2010
269. Hymn After The Emancipation Proclamation 4/6/2010
270. A Sentiment Offered At The Dinner To H. I. H. The Prince Napoleon 4/6/2010
271. Our Indian Summer 4/6/2010
272. The Hot Season 4/6/2010
273. A Sea Dialogue 4/6/2010
274. Hymn Of Trust 4/6/2010
275. Lexington 4/6/2010
276. Homesick In Heaven 4/6/2010
277. God Save The Flag 4/6/2010
278. My Aunt 4/6/2010
279. The Ballad Of The Oysterman 4/6/2010
280. Questions And Answers 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 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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