James Russell Lowell

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

James Russell Lowell Poems

81. A Parable 5/10/2012
82. A Chippewa Legend 5/10/2012
83. A Letter From A Candidate For The Presidency 5/10/2012
84. A Winter-Evening Hymn To My Fire 5/10/2012
85. To The Dandelion 5/10/2012
86. The Heritage 5/10/2012
87. Stanzas On Freedom 5/10/2012
88. A Contrast 5/10/2012
89. The Fountain 5/10/2012
90. A Youthful Experiment In English Hexameters 5/10/2012
91. A Glance Behind The Curtain 5/10/2012
92. A Fable For Critics 5/10/2012
93. Midnight 5/10/2012
94. A Revolutionary Hero 5/10/2012
95. A Mood 5/10/2012
96. A Requiem 5/10/2012
97. A Prayer 5/10/2012
98. A Valentine 5/10/2012
99. The First Snowfall 5/10/2012
100. Allegra 5/10/2012
101. The Search 2/5/2006
102. A Stanza On Freedom 5/10/2012
103. Abscence 5/10/2012
104. A Letter 5/10/2012
105. Above And Below 5/10/2012

Comments about James Russell Lowell

  • 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.

  • 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.

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

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

  • 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.

Best Poem of James Russell Lowell

Above And Below


O dwellers in the valley-land,
Who in deep twilight grope and cower,
Till the slow mountain's dial-hand
Shorten to noon's triumphal hour,
While ye sit idle, do ye think
The Lord's great work sits idle too?
That light dare not o'erleap the brink
Of morn, because 'tis dark with you?

Though yet your valleys skulk in night,
In God's ripe fields the day is cried,
And reapers, with their sickles bright,
Troop, singing, down the mountain-side:
Come up, and feel what health there is
In the frank Dawn's delighted eyes,
As, bending ...

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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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