Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
The purely Great
Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere,
Thou nameless, now a power and mixed read more
The purely Great
Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere,
Thou nameless, now a power and mixed with fate.
For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.
For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.
Nursed by stern men with empires in their brains.
Nursed by stern men with empires in their brains.
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
The misfortunes hardest to bear are these which never came.
The misfortunes hardest to bear are these which never came.
