In All Literary History There Is No Such Figure As Dante, No Such Homogeneousness Of Life And Works, Such Loyalty To Ideas, Such Sublime Irrecognition Of The Unessential.

All kin' o' smily round the lips, An' teary round the lashes.
-- James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) -- The Biglow Papers, Second Series, The Courtin'...
Our Pilgrim stock wuz pithed with hardihood. -- James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) -- The Biglow Papers, Second Series, The Courtin', No.
vi...
Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'Ith no one nigh to hender.
-- James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) -- The Biglow Papers, Second Series, The Courtin'...
The very room, coz she was in, Seemed warm from floor to ceilin'.
-- James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) -- The Biglow Papers, Second Series, The Courtin'...
T was kin' o' kingdom-come to look On sech a blessed cretur.
-- James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) -- The Biglow Papers, Second Series, The Courtin'...
His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.
-- James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) -- The Biglow Papers, Second Series, The Courtin'...
Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.
-- James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) -- The Biglow Papers, Second Series, The Courtin'...
Soft-heartedness, in times like these, Shows sof'ness in the upper story.
-- James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) -- The Biglow Papers, Second Series, The Courtin', No. vii...
Wut 's words to them whose faith an' truth On war's red techstone rang true metal
Who ventered life an' love an' youth For the gret prize o' death in battle?...