James Russell Lowell Quotes About Rain

Quotes about: Rain

• Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid, One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and slow, Down the pane they are crookedly crawling, And the wind breathes low; Slowly the circles widen on the river, Widen and mingle, one and all; Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver, Struck by an icy rain-drop’s fall.

  James Russell Lowell

  Rain, Flower, Fall

  James Russell Lowell (1871). “The poetical works of James Russell Lowell”, p.7

• Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter... Nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap, - You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat.... Look! look! that livid flash! And instantly follows the rattling thunder, As if some cloud-crag, split asunder, Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash, On the Earth, which crouches in silence under; And now a solid gray wall of rain Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile.

  James Russell Lowell

  Wall, Rain, Heart

• Hush! Still as death, The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will; The rain stops short, but from the eaves You see it drop, and hear it from the leaves, All is so bodingly still.

  James Russell Lowell

  Rain, Weather, Tempest

  James Russell Lowell (2016). “Delphi Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell (Illustrated)”, p.45, Delphi Classics

• Again, now, now, again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts, The crinkled lightning Seems ever brightening... And loud and long Again the thunder shouts His battle-song, - One quivering flash, One wildering crash, Followed by silence dead and dull, As if the cloud, let go, Leapt bodily below To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow, And then a total lull.

  James Russell Lowell

  Letting Go, Song, Rain

  James Russell Lowell (1876). “The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell”, p.7

• Winds wanders, and dews drip earthward; Rains fall, suns rise and set; Earth whirls, and all but to prosper A poor little violet.

  James Russell Lowell

  Rain, Fall, Wind

  James Russell Lowell (1871). “The poetical works of James Russell Lowell”, p.90

• The ash her purple drops forgivingly
  And sadly, breaking not the general hush;
  The maple swamps glow like a sunset sea,
  Each leaf a ripple with its separate flush;
  All round the wood's edge creeps the skirting blaze,
  Ere the rain falls, the cautious farmer burns his brush.

  James Russell Lowell

  Fall, Rain, Sunset

  James Russell Lowell (2012). “The Vision of Sir Launfal And Other Poems by James Russell Lowell, With a Biographical Sketch and Notes, a Portrait and Other Illustrations”, p.70, tredition

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