James Russell Lowell

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

James Russell Lowell Poems

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

A Stanza On Freedom

THEY are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves who will not choose
Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,
Rather than in silence shrink
From the truth they needs must think;
They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.

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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,

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