Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
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.
Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found.
Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found.
Nursed by stern men with empires in their brains.
Nursed by stern men with empires in their brains.
Listen! O, listen!
Here come the hum the golden bees
Underneath full blossomed trees,
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Listen! O, listen!
Here come the hum the golden bees
Underneath full blossomed trees,
At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
Daily with souls that cringe and plot,
We Sinais climb and know it not.
Daily with souls that cringe and plot,
We Sinais climb and know it not.
