Our seasons have no fixed returns, Without our will they come and go; At noon our sudden summer burns, Ere sunset all… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
The flowers or weeds that spring up tomorrow are in the seeds we sow today. The foolish and the dead alone never… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Here come the hum the golden bees Underneath full blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Good heavens, of what un costly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid, One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone!… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share
Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share
Most religion-mongers have bated their paradises with a bit of toasted cheese. They have tempted the body with large promises of possessions in their… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share
It is beginning to be doubtful whether Parliament and Congress sit in Westminster and Washington, or in the editorial rooms of the leading journals,--so… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share
[B]ut in literature, it should be remembered, a thing always becomes his at last who says it best, and thus makes it his own. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share
It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share
It is the vain endeavor to make ourselves what we are not that has strewn history with so many broken purposes and lives left… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share
Take winter as you find him, and he turns out to be a thoroughly honest fellow; with no nonsense in him, which is a… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share
The intellect has only one failing, which, to be sure, is a very considerable one. It has no conscience. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share
