James Russell Lowell ( 10 of 106 )
Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden read more
Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden summer burns,
Ere sunset all is snow.
In life's small things be resolute and great
To keep thy muscle trained: knowst thou when Fate
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In life's small things be resolute and great
To keep thy muscle trained: knowst thou when Fate
Thy measure takes, or when she'll say to thee,
"I find thee worthy; do this deed for me?"
Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts
Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts
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.
Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious
liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy.
Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious
liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy.
Democ'acy gives every man
A right to be his own oppressor.
Democ'acy gives every man
A right to be his own oppressor.
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!
He gives us the very quintessence of perception.
He gives us the very quintessence of perception.
What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.
What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion, emotion precipitated, as
it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion, emotion precipitated, as
it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
