Poems by James Russell Lowell
Sonnet To Fanny Alexander
... Thee the dark chamber, thee the unfriended, knows, ...
Song
... When, ripe with all sweetness, thy full bloom burst! ...
To Holmes: On His Seventy-Fifth Birthday
... Could sift the seedcorn from our chaff, ...
The Petition
... Dear eyes, that make their youth be mine ...
Tempura Mutantur
... In those days for plain things plain words would serve ...
To Charles Eliot Norton
... While you muse in your arm-chair, and toast your toes ...
Yussouf
... 'Take thrice the gold,' said Yussouf 'for with thee ...
Si Descendero In Infernum, Ades
... Save the one track, where naught more rude is seen ...
Impartiality
... And love, for others' sake that springs, ...
Anti-Apis
... Think you Truth a farthing rushlight, to be pinched out when you will ...
Birdofredum Sawin; Esq., To Mr. Hosea Biglow
... (An', fact, it _doos_ look now ez though--but folks must live an' larn-- ...
The Fountain
... Never aweary Glad of all weathers, ...
Sonnett - XVII
... No Godlike thing knows aught of less and less, ...
The Debate In The Sennit
... But they _du_ sell themselves, ef they git a good chance,'&emsp ...
Longing
... But, would we learn that heart's full scope ...
