Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

281. A Song Of Other Days 4/6/2010
282. The Fountain Of Youth 4/6/2010
283. Spring Has Come 4/6/2010
284. The Angel-Thief 4/6/2010
285. I Like You And I Love You 4/6/2010
286. A Song Of 4/6/2010
287. A Family Record 4/6/2010
288. A Portrait 4/6/2010
289. A Good Time Going! 4/6/2010
290. A Noontide Lyric 4/6/2010
291. A Memorial Tribute 4/6/2010
292. A Poem. Dedication Of The Pittsfield Cemetery 4/6/2010
293. A Parting Health 4/6/2010
294. The Opening Of The Piano 12/31/2002
295. The Silent Melody 12/31/2002
296. A Hymn Of Peace 4/6/2010
297. A Loving-Cup Song 4/6/2010
298. Fantasia 4/6/2010
299. A Roman Aqueduct 4/6/2010
300. The Old Man Dreams 12/31/2002
301. A Poem For The Meeting Of The American Medical Association At New York, May 5, 1853 4/6/2010
302. The Two Streams 1/1/2004
303. The Living Temple 12/31/2002
304. The FlaÂNeur 1/1/2004
305. Æstivation 12/31/2002
306. A Birthday Tribute 4/6/2010
307. The Voiceless 12/31/2002
308. For The Moore Centennial Celebration 12/31/2002
309. Daily Trials By A Sensitive Man 1/1/2004
310. Poem (Halleck Monument Dedication) 12/31/2002
311. The Star And The Water Lily 6/21/2005
312. Bill And Joe 12/31/2002
313. Brother Jonathan's Lament 12/31/2002
314. Under The Violets 12/31/2002
315. A Sentiment 4/6/2010
316. Union And Liberty 12/31/2002
317. My Aviary 12/31/2002
318. A Ballad Of The Boston Tea-Party 4/6/2010
319. The Dorchester Giant 12/31/2002
320. Dorothy Q. 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 Last Leaf

I saw him once before,
As he passed by the door,
And again
The pavement stones resound,
As he totters o'er the ground
With his cane.

They say that in his prime,
Ere the pruning-knife of Time

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