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Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.
James Russell Lowell
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James Russell Lowell
Age: 72 †
Born: 1819
Born: February 22
Died: 1891
Died: August 12
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Journalist
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Cambridge
Massachusetts
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More quotes by James Russell Lowell
A nature wise With finding in itself the types of all, With watching from the dim verge of the time What things to be are visible in the gleams Thrown forward on them from the luminous past, Wise with the history of its own frail heart, With reverence and sorrow, and with love, Broad as the world, for freedom and for man.
James Russell Lowell
No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself, who would not exchange the finest show for the poorest reality, who does not so love his work that he is not only glad to give himself for it, but finds rather a gain than a sacrifice in the surrender.
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Analysis is carried into everything. Even Deity is subjected to chemical tests.
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The one thing finished in this hasty world.
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You've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.
James Russell Lowell
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. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.
James Russell Lowell
Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime. Not failure, but low aim is crime.
James Russell Lowell
Communism means barbarism.
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His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.
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As one lamp lights another, nor grows less,So nobleness enkindleth nobleness.
James Russell Lowell
Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote.
James Russell Lowell
The purely Great Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere, Thou nameless, now a power and mixed with fate.
James Russell Lowell
Life seems a jest of Fate's contriving.
James Russell Lowell
The green grass floweth like a stream Into the oceans's blue.
James Russell Lowell
Wut 's words to them whose faith an' truth On war's red techstone rang true metal Who ventered life an' love an' youth For the gret prize o' death in battle?
James Russell Lowell
A great part of human suffering has its root in the nature of man, and not in that of his institutions.
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God'll send the bill to you.
James Russell Lowell
Those who love are but one step from heaven.
James Russell Lowell
Fate loves best such syllables as are sweet and sonorous on the tongue.
James Russell Lowell
And I honor the man who is willing to sink half his present repute for the freedom to think, and, when he has thought, be his cause strong or weak, Will risk t' other half for the freedom to speak.
James Russell Lowell
