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.
Violet! sweet violet!
Thine eyes are full of tears;
Are they wet
Even yet
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Violet! sweet violet!
Thine eyes are full of tears;
Are they wet
Even yet
With the thought of other years?
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a read more
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
