A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by. Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me, For… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan Repeating us by rote: For him her… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
O chime of sweet Saint Charity, Peal soon that Easter morn When Christ for all shall risen be, And in all hearts… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
What means this glory round our feet, The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!" And voices chanted clear and sweet, "To-day the… — 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
Fate loves best such syllables as are sweet and sonorous on the tongue. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yet With the thought of other years? — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes. — 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