Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
He puts his boot on his head, and his foot in his helmet.
He puts his boot on his head, and his foot in his helmet.
He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
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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!
All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
In general those who nothing have to say
Contrive to spend the longest time in doing it.
In general those who nothing have to say
Contrive to spend the longest time in doing it.
Oh, Washington! thou hero, patriot sage,
Friend of all climes, and pride of every age!
Oh, Washington! thou hero, patriot sage,
Friend of all climes, and pride of every age!
