Quotes
Quotes - Lowell
Earth's noblest thing,--a woman perfected.
Be noble! and the nobleness that lies
In other men, sleeping but never dead,
Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.
Great truths are portions of the soul of man;
Great souls are portions of eternity.
To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.
Two meanings have our lightest fantasies,--
One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.
Who speaks the truth stabs Falsehood to the heart.
His words were simple words enough
And yet he used them so
That what in other mouths was rough
In his seemed musical and low.
All thoughts that mould the age begin
Deep down within the primitive soul.
It may be glorious to write
Thoughts that shall glad the two or three
High souls, like those far stars that come in sight
Once in a century.
No man is born into the world whose work
Is not born with him. There is always work,
And tools to work withal, for those who will;
And blessed are the horny hands of toil.
They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak.
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They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.
urance is the crowning quality,
And patience all the passion of great hearts.
One day with life and heart
Is more than time enough to find a world.
Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.
He's true to God who's true to man.
Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust,
Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just;
Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside,
Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified.
The birch, most shy and ladylike of trees.
The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accurst.
Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.
Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way,
Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold.
This child is not mine as the first was;
I can not sing it to rest;
I can not lift it up fatherly,
And bless it upon my breast.
Yet it lies in my little one's cradle,
And sits in my little one's chair,
And the light of the heaven she's gone to
Transfigures its golden hair.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
She doeth little kindnesses
Which most leave undone, or despise.
Not only around our infancy
Doth heaven with all its splendors lie;
Daily, with souls that cringe and plot,
We Sinais climb and know it not.
