As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Here was a type of the true elder race, And one of Plutarch's men talked with us face to face. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
'Tis sorrow builds the shining ladder up, Whose golden rounds are our calamities, Whereon our firm feet planting, nearer God The spirit… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Over all life broods Poesy, like the calm blue sky with its motherly, rebuking face. She is the great reformer, and where… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Piety is indifferent whether she enters at the eye or at the ear. There is none of the senses at which she… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed. She… — 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