poet James Russell Lowell

James Russell Lowell

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  • Elizabeth Pierce (6/9/2019 7:21:00 AM)

    James Russell Lowell ‘s poems speak volumes to me.

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  • Hal Wheeler (5/5/2019 7:29:00 PM)

    Mr. Lowell wrote a short poem for Grover Cleveland that began with: " Let who has felt compute the strain of struggle with abuses strong. I have memorized it but why can't I find it among his poems, listed here?

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  • XXXTENTACION (3/14/2019 12:59:00 AM)

    Yooo just saw my boi James Russell in heaven broo

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  • Marge Gogin (2/12/2019 5:05:00 PM)

    I have an old copy of works by Lowell - It is inscribed " To Will H. White, From Warren Hubbard, June 13th,1911" . It has gold leafing on ole leather cover. It is Poems of James Russell Lowell with biographical Sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole. Thomas Y. Crowell & Co. publishers. Copywright,1892,1898. I was just wondering if this copy is worth anything. I can be reached at margegogin@gmail.com.

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  • David Powell (7/22/2018 12:56:00 PM)

    “The First Snowfall” is about Lowell’s thinking of the snow coverering his daughter’s grave at Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge MA where he, too, is buried. This is the poem that Mevelyn is referring to. “She Came and Went” which is about life’s brevity and the little time we have with each other is about the same passing of his daughter.

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  • Fran Morgan (3/15/2018 1:47:00 PM)

    I’m looking for a poem by James Russell Lowell that he wrote about his daughters death.

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  • Fran Morgsn (3/15/2018 1:45:00 PM)

    “ there’s a narrow ridge in the graveyard
    Would scarce......
    ———-/—/—————-/-
    Immortal? I know it and feel it.
    Who doubts it of such as she?
    But that is the pang’s very Secret
    Immortal.. away from me.

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  • Mary Skarpathiotaki Mary Skarpathiotaki (1/19/2018 12:30:00 PM)

    EXCELLENT POET GREAT! BRAVO! 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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  • Mevelyn Richardson (12/1/2015 2:23:00 PM)

    I'm looking for the name of a poem by JTL about winter. I remember some words, perhaps not accurate:
    The snow had begun in the gloaming and busily all the night, had been heaping field and byway with a silence deep and bright. Every pine, fir and hemlock wore ermine too deep for an Earl. And the poorest twig on the elm tree was ridged inch deep in pearl.

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Best Poem of James Russell Lowell

The First Snowfall

THE snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.

Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.

From sheds new-roofed with Carrara
Came Chanticleer's muffled crow,
The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down,
And still fluttered down the snow.

I stood and watched by the window
The noiseless work of the sky,
And the sudden flurries of snow-birds,
Like brown ...

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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,