Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

1. The Meeting Of The Dryads 4/6/2010
2. The Old Player 4/6/2010
3. The Old Tune 4/6/2010
4. The Only Daughter. Illustration Of A Picture 4/6/2010
5. The Peau De Chagrin Of State Street 4/6/2010
6. The Philosopher To His Love 4/6/2010
7. The Poet’s Lot 4/6/2010
8. The Strong Heroic Line 4/6/2010
9. The Treadmill Song 4/6/2010
10. To Christian Gottfried Ehrenberg 4/6/2010
11. To Frederick Henry Hedge 4/6/2010
12. To Governor Swain 4/6/2010
13. To James Freeman Clarke 4/6/2010
14. To John Greenleaf Whittier 4/6/2010
15. To My Old Readers 4/6/2010
16. To My Readers 4/6/2010
17. To Rutherford Birchard Hayes 4/6/2010
18. To The Eleven Ladies 4/6/2010
19. To The Poets Who Only Read And Listen 4/6/2010
20. To an Insect 7/21/2015
21. To James Russell Lowell 4/6/2010
22. To A Portrait Of 4/6/2010
23. The Study 4/6/2010
24. The Statesman’s Secret 4/6/2010
25. The Morning Visit 4/6/2010
26. The Music-Grinders 4/6/2010
27. The Secret Of The Stars 4/6/2010
28. The Pilgrim's Vision 4/6/2010
29. The Steamboat 4/6/2010
30. The Smiling Listener 4/6/2010
31. To A Blank Sheet Of Paper 4/6/2010
32. The Old Man Of The Sea 4/6/2010
33. The Mother’s Secret 4/6/2010
34. The Lyre Of Anacreon 4/6/2010
35. The Lover’s Secret 4/6/2010
36. The Parting Song 4/6/2010
37. The Ship Of State 4/6/2010
38. To The Teachers Of America 4/6/2010
39. The Spectre Pig 4/6/2010
40. The Moral Bully 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...

Read the full of A Familiar Letter

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!

[Hata Bildir]