James Russell Lowell Comments (10)
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09 Jun 2019 07:21
James Russell Lowell ‘s poems speak volumes to me.
05 May 2019 07:29
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?
14 Mar 2019 12:59
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12 Feb 2019 05:05
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 email@example.com.
22 Jul 2018 12:56
“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.
15 Mar 2018 01:47
I’m looking for a poem by James Russell Lowell that he wrote about his daughters death.
15 Mar 2018 01:45
“ 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.
19 Jan 2018 12:30
EXCELLENT POET GREAT! BRAVO! 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++
01 Dec 2015 02:23
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.