Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.
The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while read more
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual.
"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted read more
"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 is born."
But civlyzation doos git forrid
Sometimes upon a powder-cart.
But civlyzation doos git forrid
Sometimes upon a powder-cart.
So we're all right, an' I, for one,
Don't think our cause'll lose in vally
By rammin' read more
So we're all right, an' I, for one,
Don't think our cause'll lose in vally
By rammin' Scriptur' in our gun,
An' gittin' Natur' for an ally.
