Poems by James Russell Lowell
The Pious Editor's Creed
... This lays all thought o' sin to rest,--&emsp ...
Absence
... Light of those eyes that made the light of mine, ...
Auspex
... Had they been swallows only, ...
Sonnett - X
... And ask high, calm-browed deeds, with it agreeing ...
The Present Crisis
... Of those Crises, God's stern winnowers, from whose feet earth's chaff must fly ...
To H.W.L.
... Seems of mixed race, a gray wraith shot with sun, ...
Without And Withiin
... 'Neath its white-gloved and jeweled load ...
In The Twilight
... Have we not from the earth drawn juices ...
A Third Letter From B. Sawin, Esq.
... Wen he's once greased, you'll swaller him an' never know on 't, scurce, ...
Kossuth
... That clear'st the just and blott'st the vile, ...
On The Death Of Charles Turner Torrey
... Man's heart still struggles, still aspires ...
What Mr. Robinson Thinks
... Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats, ...
The Discovery
... Down through the rift itself had made, ...
On Planting A Tree At Inveraray
... Grow, then, my foster-child, and strengthen, ...
Trial
... II Yet are there other gifts more fair than thine, ...
