Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter... Nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap,— You can hear the quick heart of… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Hush! Still as death, The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will; The rain stops short, but from the eaves… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
God's livery is a very plain one; but its wearers have good reason to be content. If it have not so much… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
The realm of death seems an enemy's country to most men, on whose shores they are loathly driven by stress of weather;… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Again, now, now, again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts, The crinkled lightning Seems ever brightening... And loud and long Again the… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes...… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid, One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
He gives only the worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Most religion-mongers have bated their paradises with a bit of toasted cheese. They have tempted the body with large promises of possessions in their… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
The thing we long for, that we are For one transcendent moment. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
It is beginning to be doubtful whether Parliament and Congress sit in Westminster and Washington, or in the editorial rooms of the leading journals,--so… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
[B]ut in literature, it should be remembered, a thing always becomes his at last who says it best, and thus makes it his own. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image