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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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Memoriae Positum: R G Shaw

... Friends' painless tears, the softened thought of foes! ...

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Turner's Old Temeraire

... Or, like some basking sea-beast stretched at ease, ...

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To W.L. Garrison

...   Sneered Europe's wise men, in their snail-shells curled ...

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Franciscus De Verulamio Sic Cogitavit

... For a thought's his who kindles new youth in it, ...

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The Pregnant Comment

... Whose downcast lids veiled triumph sure, ...

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What Rabbi Jehosha Said

... Should win my place as near the throne ...

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A Parable - III

... 'Friend,' said the winged pain, 'in vain you bray, ...

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An Interview With Miles Standish

...   I hear great steps, that through the shade ...

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Sonnett - XXIII

... He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and gold, ...

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For An Autograph

... Luck hates the slow and loves the bold, ...

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Palinode - Autumn

...   Once, parting there, we played at pain: ...

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Leaving the Matter Open: A Tale By Homer Wilbur, A.M.

... ' '_Your_ rights,' says tother, 'well, that's funny, ...

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Are Ye Truly Free?

... They are slaves, who will not choose ...

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Ambrose

... Saying, 'Ambrose, thou maker of creeds, look here!' ...

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Telepathy

...   The fire in my feet than your Nay ...