Poems by James Russell Lowell
There Are Black
... s feet, they become cobras sucking life out of their brothers, ...
As Children Know
... vanish in a rumple and surface at my knee-cliff, ...
Sonnett - VII
... Give me that growth which some perchance deem sleep, ...
Freedom
... Can it be That thou, North wind, that from thy mountains bringest ...
Song II
... Within your heart doth lie! ...
To C.F. Bradford
... That gives and takes, though chance-designed, ...
A Mood
... And the sailor wrenched from the broken mast, ...
Eleanor Makes Macaroons
... Fashion, 'neath their jerkins brown, ...
Eurydice
... Transmutes each drop of sluggish blood,&emsp ...
The Singing Leaves
... ' And the second Leaf sang: 'But in the land ...
An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars
... Which curls from 'mid life's jars and clanks, ...
Endymion: A Mystical Comment On Titian's 'Sacred And Profane Love'
... Even with the thought there tingles through my veins&emsp ...
The Changeling
... Still lingered and gleamed in her hair ...
Sonnett - XXII
... IN ABSENCE These rugged, wintry days I scarce could bear, ...
To The Memory Of Hood
... Yet thou hast called him, nor art thou unkind, ...
