Children are God's Apostles, sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope, and peace. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
They enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
He who esteems the Virginia reel A bait to draw saints from their spiritual weal, And regards the quadrille as a far… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
This child is not mine as the first was; I cannot sing it to rest; I cannot lift it up fatherly, And… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review. — 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
He gives only the worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty. — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
The thing we long for, that we are For one transcendent moment. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
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 Image
[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 Image
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 Image