Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems
|322.||On The Death Of President Garfield||4/6/2010|
|325.||The Deacon's Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful "One-Hoss Shay": A Logical Story||1/13/2003|
|326.||The Last Leaf||12/31/2002|
|327.||The Height Of The Ridiculous||12/31/2002|
|328.||The Chambered Nautilus||12/31/2002|
|329.||The Flower Of Liberty||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|
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,--
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