Poems by James Russell Lowell
Jonathan to John
... B. (When 'tain't 'twixt you an' me!)" ...
The Brakes
... This world were doomed, should Dulness fail, to tame ...
The Search
... Gushed from my cleft heart smitten by the same ...
To Whittier: On HIs Seventy-Fifth Birthday
... Her hills and valleys praise thee, her swift brooks ...
Dara
... For proof, they said, that, wheresoe'er he went, ...
The Dead House
... 'I claim you, old friend,' yawned the arm-chair, ...
Sonnett - III
... That love for one, from which there doth not spring ...
A Second Letter From B. Sawin, Esq.
... Fust place the leaves 'ould choke the spout, so's not a drop 'ould dreen out, ...
International Copyright
... And bend our conscience to our dealing ...
Sonnett - V
... Yes! the few words which, like great thunder-drops, ...
Auf Weidersehen
... The English words had seemed too fain, ...
New-Year's Eve, 1850
... Toward streaks, misdeemed of morn, our faces turned ...
The Nomades
... (Those dreams of wings that float and hover&emsp ...
The Nobly Born
... And, for success, I ask no more than this: ...
The Sower
... While clanged the tocsin's hurrying peal ...
