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.
A crime in which many are implicated goes unpunished.
A crime in which many are implicated goes unpunished.
New occasions teach new duties, time makes ancient good uncouth;
They must upward still and onward, who would keep read more
New occasions teach new duties, time makes ancient good uncouth;
They must upward still and onward, who would keep abreast of
truth.
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while read more
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual.
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!
