Poems by James Russell Lowell
Agro-Dolce
... 'Tis the kiss that I fain would give her ...
Prison Of Cervantes
... That pierced so deep, such scope, save his whose feet ...
The Maple
... Thinking their drifting blooms Fate's coldest snow, ...
On Burning Some Old Letters
... 'tis done! Mount the flames, red, yellow, blue, ...
The Captive
... Throbbed, and, like a guardian Lar, ...
To The Past
... The burnt-out torch within her mouldering hands&emsp ...
Above And Below
... Before night comes, and says, 'Too late!' ...
Ode Recited at the Harvard Commemoration
... of lover or of poetCould tell our love and make thee know it,Among the Nations bright beyond compare ...
