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The little that we doIs but half-nobly true;With our laborious hivingWhat men call treasure, and the gods call dross,Life seems a jest of Fate's contriving,Only secure in every one's conniving,A long account of nothings paid with loss.
James Russell Lowell
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The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.
James Russell Lowell
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The child is not mine as the first was,I cannot sing it to rest,I cannot lift it up fatherlyAnd bliss it upon my breast;Yet it lies in my little one's cradleAnd sits in my little one's chair,And the light of the heaven she's gone toTransfigures its golden hair.
James Russell Lowell
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Along A River-Side, I Know Not Where,I walked one night in mystery of dream;A chill creeps curdling yet beneath my hair,To think what chanced me by the pallid gleamOf a moon-wraith that waned through haunted air.
James Russell Lowell
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Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
James Russell Lowell
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Zekle crep' up quite unbeknownAn' peeked in thru' the winder,An there sot Huldy all alone,'ith no one nigh to hender.
James Russell Lowell
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Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
James Russell Lowell
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If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave? If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother's pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, Slaves unworthy to be freed?
James Russell Lowell
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Good luck is the willing handmaid of a upright and energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.
James Russell Lowell
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Under the yaller pines I house,When sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented,An' hear among their furry boughsThe baskin' west-wind purr contented.
James Russell Lowell
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And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.
James Russell Lowell
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But John P.Robinson, heSez they did n't know everythin' down in Judee.
James Russell Lowell
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From the summit of power men no longer turn their eyes upward, but begin to look about them. Aspiration sees only one side of every question; possession, many.
James Russell Lowell
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There is no price set on the lavish summer,And June may be had by the poorest comer.
James Russell Lowell
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Simple as it seems, it was a great discovery that the key of knowledge could turn both ways, that it could open, as well as lock, the door of power to the many.
James Russell Lowell
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For though he builds glorious temples, 'tis oddHe leaves never a doorway to get in a god.
James Russell Lowell
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His heart kep' goin' pity-pat,But hern went pity-Zekle.
James Russell Lowell
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Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof; it is temporary expedient, often wise in party politics, almost sure to be unwise in statesmanship.
James Russell Lowell
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Not failure, but low aim, is crime.
James Russell Lowell
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Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame;Ev'y thin' thet's done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same.
James Russell Lowell
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The very room, coz she was in,Seemed warm from floor to ceilin'
James Russell Lowell
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God, give us Peace! not such as lulls to sleep,But sword on thigh and brow with purpose knit!And let our Ship of State to harbor sweep,Her ports all up, her battle lanterns lit,And her leashed thunders gathering for their leap.
James Russell Lowell
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One day with life and heartIs more than time enough to find a world.
James Russell Lowell
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Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.
James Russell Lowell
