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Uncollected Poems of James Russell Lowell

Lowell, James Russell (1819-1891)

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TEXT OF THE POEMS
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Periodical and pamphlet poems
  
“YE YANKEES OF THE BAY STATE”
  
THE LOVER'S DRINK-SONG
  
AGATHA
  
THE TWO
  
CALLIRHÖE
  
SONNET—TO KEATS
  
MERRY ENGLAND
  
“I LOVE THOSE POETS, OF WHATEVER CREED”
  
SONNET
  
SONNET
  
SONNET
  
THE LESSON—TO IRENE
  
BALLAD
  
“MY FATHER, SINCE I LOVE, THY PRESENCE CRIES”
  
SONNET—SUNSET AND MOONSHINE
  
THE LOVED ONE
  
THE BALLAD OF THE STRANGER
  
SONNET
  
SONNET
  
TO AN ÆOLIAN HARP AT NIGHT
  
SONNET
  
FANCIES ABOUT A ROSEBUD,
  
FAREWELL
  
THE TRUE RADICAL
  
HYMN
  
SONNET
  
VOLTAIRE
  
THE FOLLOWER
  
THE POET AND APOLLO
  
A LOVE THOUGHT
  
WORDSWORTH
  
WINTER
  
A RALLYING-CRY FOR NEW-ENGLAND, AGAINST THE ANNEXATION OF TEXAS
  
ANTI-TEXAS
  
A MYSTICAL BALLAD
  
NEW YEAR'S EVE, 1844
  
THE HAPPY MARTYRDOM
  
AN EPIGRAM,
  
NOW IS ALWAYS BEST
  
ORPHEUS
  
AN EXTRACT
  
THE EX-MAYOR'S CRUMBS OF CONSOLATION: A PATHETIC BALLAD
  
THE BURIAL OF THEOBALD
  
KING RETRO
  
“LADY BIRD, LADY BIRD, FLY AWAY HOME”
  
OUT OF DOORS
  
THE NORTHERN SANCHO PANZA AND HIS VICARIOUS CORK TREE
  
A DREAM I HAD
  
ON RECEIVING A PIECE OF FLAX-COTTON
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OUR OWN,
  
DIGRESSION A
  
DIGRESSION B
  
PROGRESSION A—THE INVOCATION
  
PROGRESSION B LEADING TO DIGRESSION C
  
DIGRESSION D
  
PROGRESSION C
  
PROGRESSION D
  
PROGRESSION E
  
PROGRESSION F
  
PESCHIERA
  
WITHOUT AND WITHIN
  
IN-DOORS AND OUT
  
HYMN
  
VERSES
  
THE POWER OF SOUND
  
EPIGRAM ON J. M.
  
THE TRUSTEE'S LAMENT
  
THE FATAL CURIOSITY
  
BEFORE THE EMBERS
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IL PESCEBALLO
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SCENE I
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SCENE II
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SCENE III
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SCENE IV
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SCENE V
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SCENE VI
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SCENE VII
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SCENE VIII
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SCENE IX
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SCENE X
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SCENE XI
  
A WORTHY DITTY
  
MR. WORSLEY'S NIGHTMARE
  
HOB GOBBLING'S SONG
  
“POSEIDON FIELDS, WHO DOST THE ATLANTIC SWAY”
  
CHARLES DICKENS
  
TO MADAME DU CHATELET
  
AN EPITAPH
  
THE WORLD'S FAIR, 1876
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CAMPAIGN EPIGRAMS
  
A Coincidence
  
The Widow's Mite
  
Moieties
  
The Astronomer Misplaced
  
THREE SCENES IN THE LIFE OF A PORTRAIT
  
CUIVISCUNQUE
  
VERSES
  
VERSES WRITTEN IN A COPY OF SHAKSPEARE
  
STREET DOORS
  
HIS SHIP
  
THE INFANT PRODIGY
  
MY BROOK
  
IN A VOLUME OF SIR THOMAS BROWNE
  
INSCRIPTION FOR A MEMORIAL BUST OF FIELDING
  
FOR A BIRTHDAY
  
“I AM DRIVEN BY MY LONGING”
  
VERSES
  
VERSES
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COLLEGE VERSE
  
IN IMITATION OF BURNS
  
DRAMATIC SKETCH
  
THE SERENADE
  
WHAT IS IT?
  
SARATOGA LAKE
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SCENES FROM AN UNPUBLISHED DRAMA
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Act I
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Scene I
  
SKILLYGOLIANA. No. II
  
SKILLYGOLIANA. No. III
  
A DEAD LETTER
  
EXTRACTS FROM A “HASTY PUDDING POEM”
  
TO MOUNT WASHINGTON
  
SONG
  
TO THE CLASS OF '38, BY THEIR OSTRACIZED POET, (SO CALLED,) J. R. L.
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CLASS POEM
  
PREFACE
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I
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II
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III
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IV
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V
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VI
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VII
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VIII
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IX
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X
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XI
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XII
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XIII
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XIV
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XV
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XVI
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XVII
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XVIII
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XIX
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XX
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XXI
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XXII
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XXIII
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XXIV
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XXV
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XXVI
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XXVII
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XXVIII
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XXIX
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XXX
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XXXI
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XXXII
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XXXIII
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XXXIV
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XXXV
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XXXVI
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XXXVII
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XXXVIII
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XXXIX
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XL
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XLI
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XLII
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XLIII
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XLIV

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IN IMITATION OF BURNS

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Those liquid een o' winsome blue,
Like sparklin' draps o' heav'n's ain dew,
Those modest cheeks o' changin' hue
Are aye before me;
Where'er I turn they meet my view,
An' hover owre me.

II

Fu' aft I've talked o' laughin' girls,
An' sparklin' een, an' auburn curls,
An' smiles disclosin' rows o' pearls,
Wi' mickle glee;
But she, alas! my heart strings dirls
In spite o' me!
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III

Na, ne'er till now I've felt the sway
Of een that mock'd pure Hesper's ray,
An' voice mair sweet than when, in May,
The playfu' breeze
Sighs aft, as if it long'd to stay
Amang the trees.

IV

Oh had I but ae lock o' hair
That now sae fandly nestles there
Just peepin' out, (her smiles to share),
Frae 'neath her bonnet,
For a' life's ills I wad na care
While gazin' on it!
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