Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
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And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
Freedom is the only law which genius knows.
Freedom is the only law which genius knows.
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 thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
The Don Quixote of one generation may live to hear himself called
the savior of society by the next.
The Don Quixote of one generation may live to hear himself called
the savior of society by the next.
