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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,
  
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
  
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

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SCENE VIII

The Stranger, Chorus
S.
Moment of horror! crisis of my doom!
Led by the dreadful Shape, I sought this room
With half a dime! A slender sum, and yet
'Twill buy one fish-ball! Down, weak pride, forget
Thy happier—but what prate I? Thought of dread,
If, with one fish-ball, they should not give bread!

Chorus
Beer here! beer here! hallo! waiter!
Think ye we came here to wait?
Jupiter surnamed the Stator,
Never had so slow a gait!
Beer here! beer here! brisk and foaming,
Lager, Burton, Dublin stout!
If you take so long in coming,
One would rather go without!

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