James Russell Lowell

(22 February 1819 – 12 August 1891 / Cambridge, Massachusetts)

James Russell Lowell Poems

1. The Present Crisis 8/13/2015
2. Palinode 10/31/2015
3. Heartsease And Rue: Friendship 3/26/2016
4. What Is So Rare As A Day In June 3/26/2015
5. Slaves 1/5/2015
6. The Candidate's Creed 5/10/2012
7. Song: To M.L. 5/10/2012
8. Sonnet-Ii 5/10/2012
9. The Forlorn 5/10/2012
10. Agro-Dolce 5/10/2012
11. May Is A Pious Fraud 5/10/2012
12. Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire 5/10/2012
13. Hakon's Lay 5/10/2012
14. For An Autograph 5/10/2012
15. The Beggar 5/10/2012
16. To Miss D. T. On Her Giving Me A Drawing Of Little Street Arabs 5/10/2012
17. Jonathan To John 5/10/2012
18. Impartiality 5/10/2012
19. With A Pressed Flower 5/10/2012
20. Hebe 5/10/2012
21. Self-Study 5/10/2012
22. The Rose: A Ballad 5/10/2012
23. To Perdita, Singing 5/10/2012
24. An Incident In A Railroad Car 5/10/2012
25. The Fatherland 5/10/2012
26. Allegra 5/10/2012
27. Rhoecus 5/10/2012
28. An Indian Summer Reverie 5/10/2012
29. The Washers Of The Shroud 5/10/2012
30. An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars 5/10/2012
31. An Autograph 5/10/2012
32. Jeffries Wyman Died September 4, 1874. 5/10/2012
33. What Mr. Robinson Thinks 5/10/2012
34. The Shepherd Of King Admetus 5/10/2012
35. The Pregnant Comment 5/10/2012
36. The Fountain Of Youth 5/10/2012
37. Abscence 5/10/2012
38. To A Friend Who Gave Me A Group Of Weeds And Grasses, After A Drawing Of Dürer 5/10/2012
39. Sumthin' In The Pastoral Line 5/10/2012
40. Abraham Lincoln 5/10/2012
Best Poem of James Russell Lowell

The Search

I went to seek for Christ,
And Nature seemed so fair
That first the woods and fields my youth enticed,
And I was sure to find him there:
The temple I forsook,
And to the solitude
Allegiance paid; but Winter came and shook
The crown and purple from my wood;
His snows, like desert sands, with scornful drift,
Besieged the columned aisle and palace-gate;
My Thebes, cut deep with many a solemn rift,
But epitaphed her own sepulchred state:
Then I remembered whom I went to seek,
And blessed blunt Winter for his counsel bleak.
Back to the world I ...

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Are Ye Truly Free?

Men! whose boast it is that ye
Come of fathers brave and free;
If there breathe on earth a slave,
Are ye truly free and brave?
Are ye not base slaves indeed,
Men unworthy to be freed,
If ye do not feel the chain,
When it works a brother's pain?

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