Poems by James Russell Lowell
To Perdita, Singing
... The green, bright grass of childhood bring to me,&emsp ...
A Message Of Jeff Davis In Secret Session
... Thet we've used, (those for whetstones, an' t'others ez tools,)&emsp ...
Arcadia Rediviva
... When play-time halves and school-time doubles, ...
The Unhappy Lot Of Mr. Knott
... PART III WHEREIN IT IS SHOWN THAT THE MOST ARDENT SPIRITS ARE MORE ...
The Finding Of The Lyre
... The rains had soaked, the suns had burned it ...
Das Ewig-Weibliche
... Of night-bird instincts pained till she be gone ...
Sonnett - XII
... And crushing them, with din of grinding thunder, ...
Inscriptions
... THE BOSS Skilled to pull wires, he baffles Nature's hope, ...
Estrangement
... Each grass-blade turns forget-me-not, ...
To The Future
... From out Life's, sweat and turmoil would ye bear me ...
Sonnett - XIX
... he can see Good lying hid, from all eternity, ...
The Ghost-Seer
... Then the mountains, whose white peaks ...
George Washington
... Who was all this and ours, and all men'sWASHINGTON ...
My Portrait Gallery
... Can match thy portraits, just and generous Death, ...
A Glance Behind The Curtain
... better those Who lead the blind old giant by the hand ...
