James Russell Lowell

A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my read more

A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity.

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.

For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.

For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.

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.

The misfortunes hardest to bear are these which never came.

The misfortunes hardest to bear are these which never came.