James Russell Lowell

The very room, coz she was in,
Seemed warm f'om floor to ceilin'.

The very room, coz she was in,
Seemed warm f'om floor to ceilin'.

The shadow of a mighty name.

The shadow of a mighty name.

Greatly begin! Though thou have time
But for a line, be that sublime--
Not failure, but low read more

Greatly begin! Though thou have time
But for a line, be that sublime--
Not failure, but low aim is crime.

Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden read more

Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden summer burns,
Ere sunset all is snow.

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only
argument available with an east wind is to read more

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only
argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.