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 John Greenleaf Whittier 4/6/2010
14. To My Old Readers 4/6/2010
15. To My Readers 4/6/2010
16. To Rutherford Birchard Hayes 4/6/2010
17. To The Eleven Ladies 4/6/2010
18. To The Poets Who Only Read And Listen 4/6/2010
19. To James Freeman Clarke 4/6/2010
20. To James Russell Lowell 4/6/2010
21. To A Portrait Of 4/6/2010
22. The Study 4/6/2010
23. The Statesman’s Secret 4/6/2010
24. The Morning Visit 4/6/2010
25. The Music-Grinders 4/6/2010
26. The Pilgrim's Vision 4/6/2010
27. The Steamboat 4/6/2010
28. The Secret Of The Stars 4/6/2010
29. The Smiling Listener 4/6/2010
30. To A Blank Sheet Of Paper 4/6/2010
31. The Old Man Of The Sea 4/6/2010
32. The School-Boy 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 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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