Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman
Hev one glory an' one shame;
Ev'ything thet's done inhuman
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Laborin' man an' laborin' woman
Hev one glory an' one shame;
Ev'ything thet's done inhuman
Injers all on 'em the same.
He stands the shadow of a mighty name.
[Lat., Stat magni nominis umbra.]
He stands the shadow of a mighty name.
[Lat., Stat magni nominis umbra.]
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!
In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.
In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.
Violet! sweet violet!
Thine eyes are full of tears;
Are they wet
Even yet
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Violet! sweet violet!
Thine eyes are full of tears;
Are they wet
Even yet
With the thought of other years?
