Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (August 29, 1809 – October 7, 1894) was an American physician
A physician is a health care provider who practices the profession of medicine, which is concerned with promoting, maintaining or restoring human health through the study, diagnosis, and treatment of disease, injury and other physical and mental impairments...

, 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 Fireside Poets
Fireside Poets
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. His most famous prose works are the "Breakfast-Table" series, which began with The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table (1858). He is recognized as an important medical reformer.

Born in Cambridge, Massachusetts
Cambridge, Massachusetts
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, Holmes was educated at Phillips Academy
Phillips Academy
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 and Harvard College
Harvard College
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The god looked out upon the troubled deep Waked into tumult from its placid sleep; The flame of anger kindles in his eye As the wild waves ascend the lowering sky; He lifts his head above their awful height And to the distant fleet directs his sight.

"Translation From The Æneid, Book I" written while at Phillips Academy, Andover, Massachusetts (c. 1824)

Lord of all being, thronèd afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star; Center and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near! Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray, Sheds on our path the glow of day; Star of our hope, Thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night.

"Lord Of All Being" (1848)

Grant us Thy truth to make us free, And kindling hearts that burn for Thee, Till all Thy living altars claim One holy light, one heavenly flame.

"Lord Of All Being" (1848)

Call him not old whose visionary brain Holds o’er the post its undivided reign, For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in this soul.

"The Old Player" (1861), in Songs in Many Keys (1862)

Storms, thunders, waves! Howl, crash, and bellow till ye get your fill; Ye sometimes rest; men never can be still But in their graves.

s:Daily Trials by a Sensitive Man|"Daily Trials" in Companion Poets (1871)

Love is the master-key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear. How terrible is the one fact of beauty!

A Mortal Antipathy (1885) This statement is often misquoted as "Love is the master-key that opens the gates of happiness."

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!Long has it waved on high,And many an eye has danced to seeThat banner in the sky;Beneath it rung the battle shout,And burst the cannon's roar;The meteor of the ocean airShall sweep the clouds no more.