James Russell Lowell

It don't seem hardly right,
John,   When both my hands was full,
To stump me to a fight,
John,—   Your cousin, tu,

Soldier and statesman, rarest unison;
High-poised example of great duties done Simply as breathing, a world's honors worn As life's indifferent gifts to all men born;
Dumb for himself, unless it were to God,
But for his barefoot sol...

My coachman, in the moonlight there,
Looks through the sidelight of the door;
I hear him with his brethren swear,
As I could do—but only more

I'Tis a woodland enchanted
By no sadder
Than blackbirds and thrushes,
That whistle to cheer

Careless seems the great Avenger;
History’s lessons but
One death-grapple in the darkness“Twixt old systems and the Word;
Truth forever on the scaffold,

Guvener B
is a sensible man;
He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks;
He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can,

Into the sunshine,
Full of the light,
Leaping and
From morn till night

God makes sech nights, all white an'
Fur 'z you can look or listen,
Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill,
All silence an' all glisten

Then Thorstein looked at Hakon, where he sate,
Mute as a cloud amid the stormy hall,
And said: "O Skald, sing now an olden song,
Such as our fathers heard who led great lives;

GH old the thought and oft exprest, 'Tis his at last who says it best,
I'll try my fortune with the rest
Life is a leaf of paper white Whereon each one of us may write His word or two, and then comes night
'Lo, time and space enough...

Once git a smell o' musk into a draw,
An' it clings hold like precerdents in law;
Your gra'ma'am put it there,—when, goodness knows,—To jes this—worldify her Sunday-clo'es;
But the old chist wun't sarve her gran'son's wife,(For, 'th...

AY is a pious fraud of the almanac
A ghastly parody of real
Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind;
Or if, o'er-confident, she trust the date,