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TO LAMARTINE by James Russell Lowell

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Written in 1848, this poem is James Russell Lowell's tribute to Alphonse de Lamartine, the French Romantic poet who briefly led France during that year's revolution before being sidelined by political forces.

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James Russell Lowell
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TO LAMARTINE

James Russell Lowell

1848 I did not praise thee when the crowd, 'Witched with the moment's inspiration, Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud, And stamped their dusty adoration; I but looked upward with the rest, And, when they shouted Greatest, whispered Best. They raised thee not, but rose to thee, Their fickle wreaths about thee flinging; So on some marble Phoebus the swol'n sea Might leave his worthless seaweed clinging, But pious hands, with reverent care, Make the pure limbs once more sublimely bare. Now thou'rt thy plain, grand self again, Thou art secure from panegyric, Thou who gav'st politics an epic strain, And actedst Freedom's noblest lyric; This side the Blessed Isles, no tree Grows green enough to make a wreath for thee. Nor can blame cling to thee; the snow From swinish footprints takes no staining, But, leaving the gross soils of earth below, Its spirit mounts, the skies regaining, And unresentful falls again, To beautify the world with dews and rain. The highest duty to mere man vouchsafed Was laid on thee,--out of wild chaos, When the roused popular ocean foamed and chafed And vulture War from his Imaus Snuffed blood, to summon homely Peace, And show that only order is release. To carve thy fullest thought, what though Time was not granted? Aye in history, Like that Dawn's face which baffled Angelo Left shapeless, grander for its mystery, Thy great Design shall stand, and day Flood its blind front from Orients far away. Who says thy day is o'er? Control, My heart, that bitter first emotion; While men shall reverence the steadfast soul, The heart in silent self-devotion Breaking, the mild, heroic mien, Thou'lt need no prop of marble, Lamartine. If France reject thee, 'tis not thine, But her own, exile that she utters; Ideal France, the deathless, the divine, Will be where thy white pennon flutters, As once the nobler Athens went With Aristides into banishment. No fitting metewand hath To-day For measuring spirits of thy stature; Only the Future can reach up to lay The laurel on that lofty nature, Bard, who with some diviner art Hast touched the bard's true lyre, a nation's heart. Swept by thy hand, the gladdened chords, Crashed now in discords fierce by others, Gave forth one note beyond all skill of words, And chimed together, We are brothers. O poem unsurpassed! it ran All round the world, unlocking man to man. France is too poor to pay alone The service of that ample spirit; Paltry seem low dictatorship and throne, Weighed with thy self-renouncing merit; They had to thee been rust and loss; Thy aim was higher,--thou hast climbed a Cross!

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§01Quick summary

What this poem is about

Written in 1848, this poem is James Russell Lowell's tribute to Alphonse de Lamartine, the French Romantic poet who briefly led France during that year's revolution before being sidelined by political forces. Lowell suggests that Lamartine's political defeat was, in a way, a moral victory — that a person who is too virtuous and idealistic for the masses will inevitably face rejection, but history will ultimately clear his name. The poem concludes by likening Lamartine's sacrifice to Christ's crucifixion, asserting that his selfless service represents a greater achievement than any throne or dictatorship could provide.

§02Themes

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§03Line by line

Stanza by stanza, with notes

  1. I did not praise thee when the crowd, / 'Witched with the moment's inspiration,

    Editor's note

    Lowell starts by separating himself from the crowd's loud adoration of the hero. While the audience cheered "Greatest," Lowell was silently contemplating "Best" — this subtle difference lays the groundwork for the poem's argument: true greatness is more subdued and profound than public recognition.

  2. They raised thee not, but rose to thee, / Their fickle wreaths about thee flinging;

    Editor's note

    The crowd didn't elevate Lamartine; they just momentarily surrounded him. Picture seaweed clinging to a marble statue of the sun-god Phoebus: the sea (representing the masses) briefly obscures the statue, yet the statue remains unchanged. Dedicated hands will eventually remove the seaweed, revealing the pure marble once more.

  3. Now thou'rt thy plain, grand self again, / Thou art secure from panegyric,

    Editor's note

    With Lamartine out of power, Lowell views him as freed from superficial praise. The phrase "gave politics an epic strain" suggests Lamartine infused governance with a poet's perspective. The final image — no tree on this side of paradise grows green enough for his wreath — implies that no earthly honor can truly match his worth.

  4. Nor can blame cling to thee; the snow / From swinish footprints takes no staining,

    Editor's note

    Lowell stands up for Lamartine in response to his critics. Snow trampled by pigs doesn’t remain dirty — it evaporates, rises back into the sky, and comes back down as dew and rain. Lamartine's character resembles that snow: no amount of political mud-slinging can permanently stain it.

  5. The highest duty to mere man vouchsafed / Was laid on thee,--out of wild chaos,

    Editor's note

    This stanza identifies Lamartine's notable achievement: amidst the turmoil of 1848, when the revolutionary crowd surged like a roaring ocean and war loomed like a vulture, Lamartine urged people to return to peace and order. Lowell presents this as the greatest responsibility any individual can undertake.

  6. To carve thy fullest thought, what though / Time was not granted?

    Editor's note

    Lowell likens Lamartine's unfinished political work to Michelangelo's incomplete sculptures—the "non-finito" figures that appear even more majestic in their incompleteness. The "great Design" will endure through history, and future generations ("Orients far away") will shed light on it.

  7. Who says thy day is o'er? Control, / My heart, that bitter first emotion;

    Editor's note

    Lowell keeps his grief and anger about Lamartine's downfall in check. He believes that as long as people appreciate unwavering spirits and humble acts of bravery, Lamartine won't require a marble monument — his character serves as a monument in itself.

  8. If France reject thee, 'tis not thine, / But her own, exile that she utters;

    Editor's note

    A sharp reversal: France hasn’t exiled Lamartine; instead, France has turned its back on its own highest ideals. Lowell compares this to Aristides, the Athenian statesman known for his fairness, who was ostracized by Athens — a loss for the city, not for him.

  9. No fitting metewand hath To-day / For measuring spirits of thy stature;

    Editor's note

    The present moment can't measure Lamartine's greatness. Only the future will be able to recognize him with a laurel. Lowell describes him as a "Bard," who played the most genuine instrument a poet can have — the heart of a nation.

  10. Swept by thy hand, the gladdened chords, / Crashed now in discords fierce by others,

    Editor's note

    When Lamartine played the national heart, it rang out "We are brothers" — a chord of human unity. Now others have struck those same strings, creating discord. That single note of brotherhood, as Lowell puts it, traveled around the globe and connected people to one another.

  11. France is too poor to pay alone / The service of that ample spirit;

    Editor's note

    Lowell concludes by stating that the political rewards in France — dictatorship and a throne — are insufficient and damaging for someone like Lamartine. To him, they would have been "rust and loss." His true aspirations were greater, and Lowell ends the poem with a Christian imagery: Lamartine has ascended a Cross, opting for sacrifice instead of power.

§04Tone & mood

How this poem feels

The tone is respectful but not overly flattering — Lowell admires Lamartine as one might admire someone who made the right choice and faced the consequences. There's a restrained sorrow beneath the surface, particularly in the stanza where Lowell urges his own heart to find its calm. By the end, the poem rises into a sense of reverence, likening Lamartine's selflessness to crucifixion. Throughout, Lowell maintains a steady, dignified tone — this is a poem crafted by one serious individual about another serious individual, without any inclination towards sentimentality.

§05Symbols & metaphors

Symbols & metaphors

Seaweed on the marble Phoebus
The crowd's adoration is fleeting and meaningless—it clings to a great man like seaweed clings to a statue of the sun-god, but it doesn't alter who he is. Dedicated hands will always remove it.
Snow and footprints
Snow trampled by pigs doesn’t stay dirty; it rises back to the sky and returns as rain. This reflects Lamartine’s pure character—political attacks and failures can’t permanently tarnish a truly noble soul.
Michelangelo's unfinished Dawn
The mention of Angelo's unfinished sculpture suggests that sometimes, what isn't finished can be more impressive than what is complete. Lamartine's political project may have been abruptly halted, but similar to the raw marble face, the intrigue and ambition behind his efforts enhance their impact rather than diminish it.
The lyre / national heart
The nation's collective sentiment is like a musical instrument. Lamartine, both a poet and a statesman, played it in a way that resonated with human brotherhood. Others who followed him have only created discord on those same strings.
The Cross
The final image compares Lamartine's choice to give up power willingly to Christ's crucifixion. He prioritized a greater purpose instead of seeking earthly rewards, and the Cross represents that such sacrifices are both difficult and redemptive.
Aristides in banishment
The Athenian statesman Aristides faced ostracism from his city, possibly due to his renowned sense of justice. Lowell points to his story to suggest that when a society turns its back on its finest individual, the real shame lies with the society itself, not with the one who is exiled.

§06Historical context

Historical context

Alphonse de Lamartine was a well-known French Romantic poet who rose to prominence during the revolutionary year of 1848, becoming a key figure in France's brief Second Republic. As part of the provisional government, he famously calmed a mob that was ready to replace the tricolor flag with the red flag of radicalism — a moment that showcased his remarkable courage. However, he struggled politically, and by December 1848, Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte defeated him in the presidential election, securing over 74% of the vote compared to Lamartine's less than 0.3%. Lowell, writing from America, recognized in Lamartine's downfall the familiar tale of an idealist overwhelmed by the machinery of power. As a committed abolitionist and social reformer, Lowell's sympathy for Lamartine, who sought to infuse poetic idealism into politics, was truly heartfelt. The poem was published in 1848, the same year that witnessed these events.

§07FAQ

Questions readers ask

Alphonse de Lamartine was a renowned French Romantic poet who emerged as a prominent political figure during the 1848 French Revolution. He briefly wielded significant influence in the provisional government but was soon overshadowed when Louis-Napoleon won the presidential election decisively. Lowell, another poet and idealist, held Lamartine in high regard and penned this poem as a public defense of him during his political downfall.

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