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The poems of Robert Traill Spence Lowell

Lowell, Robert (1816-1891)

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To JOSEPH GREEN COGSWELL, LL. D., THE FIRST HEAD OF ROUND-HILL SCHOOL, TO WHOM THE BOY BROUGHT HIS LESSONS WITH MUCH REVERENCE AND LOVE AND WITHOUT FEAR, THE MAN OFFERS THIS BOOK AS FEARLESSLY AND WITH NO LESS LOVE AND REVERENCE.
  
AN ANTHEM-CAROL FOR CHRISTMAS.
  
THE DELPHIAN CHILDREN
  
A HOUSE ON THE YELLOW SAND.
  
THE WARNED ONE.
  
THE DAYS OF SIN.
  
THE LITTLE YEARS.
  
OUR INLAND SUMMER-NIGHTFALL.
  
A CHRISTMAS HYMN.
  
TURNING LOVE AWAY.
  
A WALK AMONG MEMORY'S GRAVES.
  
A DREAM OF JUDGMENT JUST AT HAND.
  
A SONG FOR CHRISTMAS.
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THE PAINTER'S PROBATION.
 1. 
PART FIRST.
  
THAT DEAD.
  
THE CHRIST FORGOTTEN IN OUR DAYS.
  
THE PITYING CHRIST.
  
NEWFOUNDLAND.
  
TO THE MUSE—NEVER OLD.
  
TO MY FRIEND LONG SUNDERED.
  
THE CRY OF THE WRONGED.
  
A CHRISTMAS SERMON.
  
BEFORE MORNS.
  
THE PALMER AT THE WAYSIDE, RESTING.
  
THE BISHOP BOUND.
  
THE PRIEST THAT MUST BE.
  
A COMMUNING WITH GOD
  
THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW.
  
THE PAST THAT IS NOT OURS.
  
DIRGE TO A SOUL DEPARTING.
  
THE MAIDEN OUTSIDE THE WORLD.
  
THE YEAR IS GONE!
  
A ROBIN'S SONG, AFTER LONG WINTER.
  
BÜRGER'S LENORE.
  
THE BARREN FIELD.
  
CHRIST'S LEGACY.
  
A DIRGE
  
A BURIAL-HYMN.
  
TO GOD, MOST HIGH.
  
LOVE DISPOSED OF.
  
TO MY OLD PARISHIONERS.
  
JOHN HAYES'S LAST VOYAGE.
  
THE TEMPTER AT THE SIDE.
  
A RHYME READ BY TWO LOVERS.
  
THE BRAVE OLD SHIP, THE ORIENT.
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SONGS OF OUR HOLY WAR.
  
HYMN FOR THE HOST IN WAR.
  
NEW ENGLAND ARMING.
  
THE MEN OF THE CUMBERLAND.
  
NEW ORLEANS WON BACK.
  
A CALL OF TRUE MEN.
  
THIS DAY, COUNTRYMEN.
  
MY TOWNSMEN FOR THE WAR.
  
THE FAILURE AT FREDERICKSBURG,
  
PRAYER IN THE FIGHT.
  
OUR LAND BEYOND THE WAR.

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A ROBIN'S SONG, AFTER LONG WINTER.

What ear and eye, in the spring's first days,
Is not drawn to that happy songster's lays?
Quick,—glad,—strong,—
And then so wondrous-wondrous-feat,
More wondrous as more long,
It seemed from under some brooding heat
Gladness and song and skill had sprung
In a flash of spring-life, fresh and young;
Then died as suddenly, the glad skilled song once sung.
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