For Humanity sweeps onward: where today the martyr stands, On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands; Far in… — 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
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
'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
Count me o'er earth's chosen heroes, - they were souls that stood alone, While the men they agonized for hurled the contumelious… — 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
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
