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Born in February 22, 1819 / Died in August 12, 1891 / United States / English

Poems by James Russell Lowell

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With A Copy Of Aucassin And Nicolete

... Leaves fit to have been poor Juliet's cradle-rhyme, ...

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The Candidate's Creed

... Thet bombshells, grape, an' powder 'n' ball ...

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The Flying Dutchman

...   Plays the old Skipper's part here on shore, ...

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Mahmood The Image-Breaker

... 'Wealth and rule slip down with Fortune, as her wheel turns round ...

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Mason And Slidell: A Yankee Idyll

... Fust here, then there, the well-saved lights goes out,&emsp ...

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Midnight

...   O'er the wide marsh doth glide, ...

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An Epistle To George William Curtis

...   Dear were my walks, too, gathering fragrant store ...

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Bravery

...   While some faint gleaming we can see ...

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In A Copy Of Omar Khayyam

... These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, ...

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A Christmas Carol

... FOR THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL CHILDREN OF THE CHURCH OF THE DISCIPLES ...

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Pictures From Appledore

...   While the sea drew its breath in hoarse and deep, ...

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Paolo To Francesca

... And, were this bitter whirl-blast fanged with flame, ...

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Monna Lisa

... Rare art, that can the sense refine ...

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An Incident In A Railroad Car

... High souls, like those far stars that come in sight ...

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High-Worthy Mister!

... Her blood riz quick, though, like the tide ...