Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
All that hath been majestical In life or death, since time began, Is native in the simple heart of all, The angel… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
We look at death through the cheap-glazed windows of the flesh, and believe him the monster which the flawed and cracked glass… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Wut 's words to them whose faith an' truth On war's red techstone rang true metal; Who ventered life an' love an'… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
It is not without reason that fame is awarded only after death. The cloud-dust of notoriety which follows and envelops the men… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Hush! Still as death, The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will; The rain stops short, but from the eaves… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
The realm of death seems an enemy's country to most men, on whose shores they are loathly driven by stress of weather;… — 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