Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
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And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
The problem still for us and all of human race.
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!
Tiny Salmoneus of the air
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
Tiny Salmoneus of the air
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.
What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.
A crime in which many are implicated goes unpunished.
A crime in which many are implicated goes unpunished.
