Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
With us read more
He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
With us was short, and 'twas most meet,
That he should be no delver in earth's clod,
Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet
To stand before his God:
O blest word--Evermore!
What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.
What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion, emotion precipitated, as
it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion, emotion precipitated, as
it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief
Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief
So we're all right, an' I, for one,
Don't think our cause'll lose in vally
By rammin' read more
So we're all right, an' I, for one,
Don't think our cause'll lose in vally
By rammin' Scriptur' in our gun,
An' gittin' Natur' for an ally.
