Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
An angel stood and met my gaze,
Through the low doorway of my tent;
The tent is read more
An angel stood and met my gaze,
Through the low doorway of my tent;
The tent is struck, the vision stays;
I only know she came and went.
The idol is the measure of the worshipper.
The idol is the measure of the worshipper.
He gives us the very quintessence of perception.
He gives us the very quintessence of perception.
That cause is strong which has not a multitude, but one strong man behind it.
That cause is strong which has not a multitude, but one strong man behind it.
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.
