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Sweet Quotes by James Russell Lowell
- Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.
- But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend.…
- A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by. Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me, For Christ's sweet sake…
- What means this glory round our feet, The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!" And voices chanted clear and sweet, "To-day the Prince of Peace…
- O chime of sweet Saint Charity, Peal soon that Easter morn When Christ for all shall risen be, And in all hearts new-born! That Pentecost…
- Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yet With the thought of other years?
More Sweet Quotes
- The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet. — Aristotle
- Change in all things is sweet. — Aristotle
- When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn,… — Anna Letitia Barbauld
- What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast,… — Pedro Calderon de la Barca
- Thank God, I never was cheerful. I come from the happy stock of the Mathers, who, as you remember, passed sweet mornings… — Henry Adams
- I put hibiscus flower in every cup of tea I have. It's sweet, sexy, and cleansing. — Mario Batali
- Mirth is the sweet wine of human life. It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God. — Henry Ward Beecher
- If the world was perfect, it wouldn't be. — Yogi Berra
- The river flows at its own sweet will, but the flood is bound in the two banks. If it were not thus… — Vinoba Bhave
- The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled. — William Blake
- I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name.… — William Blake
- My husband is such a healthy eater. Except when it comes to sweets. He never consumes anything except fruit until noon. And… — Sara Blakely