Category Archives: Oliver Wendell Holmes

Poem – The Study

YET in the darksome crypt I left so late, Whose only altar is its rusted grate,—­ Sepulchral, rayless, joyless as it seems, Shamed by the glare of May’s refulgent beams,—­ While the dim seasons dragged their shrouded train, Its paler … Continue reading

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Poem – A Familiar Letter – Oliver Wendell Holmes

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 … Continue reading

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Poem – A Birthday Tribute – Oliver Wendell Holmes

TO J. F. CLARKE  WHO is the shepherd sent to lead,  Through pastures green, the Master’s sheep?  What guileless ‘Israelite indeed’  The folded flock may watch and keep?  He who with manliest spirit joins  The heart of gentlest human mould,  … Continue reading

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