James Russell Lowell

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.

What visionary tints the year puts on,
When falling leaves falter through motionless air
Or numbly cling read more

What visionary tints the year puts on,
When falling leaves falter through motionless air
Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone!
How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare,
As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills
The bowl between me and those distant hills,
And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair!

Thet tells the story! Thet's wut we shall git
By tryin' squirtguns on the burnin' Pit;
For read more

Thet tells the story! Thet's wut we shall git
By tryin' squirtguns on the burnin' Pit;
For the day never comes when it'll du
To kick off dooty like a worn-out shoe.

"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted read more

"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
"To-day the Prince of Peace is born."

There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.

There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.