Ad
related to: oliver wendell holmes sr. how his writing beganBrowse & Discover Thousands of Book Titles, for Less.
Search results
Aug 13, 2019 · B orn in 1841 to a family of Boston “Brahmins” (Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. evidently coined that turn of phrase), the younger Holmes was raised in comfort and wealth. His father was a ...
Feb 25, 2022 · Published on February 25, 2022. Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr. (March 8, 1841—March 6, 1935) was an American jurist who served as an associate justice of the Supreme Court of the United States from 1902 to 1932. One of the most often cited and influential Supreme Court justices in history, Holmes is noted for his defense of the First Amendment and ...
Nov 23, 2011 · In Massachusetts, Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. received a telegram informing him that one of his sons, future Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr., had been shot through the neck. The next ...
May 27, 2012 · The choice of Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr., then in his 15th year on the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court, to deliver an address commemorating Memorial Day in 1895 was a logical one. He was not ...
Nov 14, 2021 · 11 episodes. LibriVox volunteers bring you 11 recordings of Departerd Days by Oliver Wendell Holmes. This was the Weekly Poetry project for May 8, 2011. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. was an American physician, professor, lecturer, and author. Regarded by his peers as one of the best writers of the 19th century, he is considered a member of the ...
Holmes was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts. His birthplace, a house just north of Harvard Yard, was said to have been the place where the Battle of Bunker Hill was planned. He was the first son of Abiel Holmes (1763–1837), minister of the First Congregational Church and avid historian, and Sarah Wendell, Abiel's second wife. Sarah was the daughter of a wealthy family, and Holmes was named ...
But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! And if I should live to be. The last leaf upon the tree. In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough. Where I cling.
