Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
The purely Great
Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere,
Thou nameless, now a power and mixed read more
The purely Great
Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere,
Thou nameless, now a power and mixed with fate.
No man is born into the world whose work
Is not born with him: there is always work,
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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 hand of toil!
The Don Quixote of one generation may live to hear himself called
the savior of society by the next.
The Don Quixote of one generation may live to hear himself called
the savior of society by the next.
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.
Two meanings have our lightest fantasies,
One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.
Two meanings have our lightest fantasies,
One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.
