Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems
|321.||On The Death Of President Garfield||4/6/2010|
|324.||The Deacon's Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful "One-Hoss Shay": A Logical Story||1/13/2003|
|325.||The Height Of The Ridiculous||12/31/2002|
|326.||Bill And Joe||12/31/2002|
|327.||The Flower Of Liberty||12/31/2002|
|328.||The Chambered Nautilus||12/31/2002|
|329.||The Last Leaf||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|
|335.||Sun And Shadow||12/31/2002|
|336.||A Familiar Letter||12/31/2002|
Comments about Oliver Wendell Holmes
HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
If there has, take him out, without making a noise.
Hang the Almanac's cheat and the Catalogue's spite!
Old Time is a liar! We're twenty to-night!
We're twenty! We're twenty! Who says we are more?
He's tipsy,-- young jackanapes!-- show him the door!
"Gray temples at twenty?"-- Yes ! white if we please;
Where the snow-flakes fall thickest there's nothing can freeze!
Was it snowing I spoke of? Excuse the mistake!
The Last Leaf
I saw him once before,
As he passed by the door,
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