Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
With us read more
He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
With us was short, and 'twas most meet,
That he should be no delver in earth's clod,
Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet
To stand before his God:
O blest word--Evermore!
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!
Let us be of good cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never happen.
Let us be of good cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never happen.
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.
Patience revels in misfortunes.
Patience revels in misfortunes.
