Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
As one lamp lights another, nor grows less,So nobleness enkindleth nobleness. — 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
It is right precious to behold The first long surf of climbing light Flood all the thirsty east with gold. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Once to every man and nation, comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or… — 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
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