Reading Chaucer is like brushing through the dewy grass at sunrise. James Russell Lowell More Quotes by James Russell Lowell More Quotes From James Russell Lowell Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle. James Russell Lowell heartbrokenbroken-heartkindness Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not. James Russell Lowell good-morninggratitudethanksgiving Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor. James Russell Lowell democracies-havefreedommen The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions. James Russell Lowell changeinspirationallife The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me. James Russell Lowell julysummerbees True freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And, with heart and hand, to be Earnest to make others free! James Russell Lowell equalitybrotherheart The devil loves nothing better than the intolerance of reformers. James Russell Lowell intolerancedevilhypocrisy Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind. James Russell Lowell readingmindbook One day with life and heart James Russell Lowell hearttimelife Who speaks the truth stabs falsehood to the heart. James Russell Lowell honestytruthheart Time is, after all, the greatest of poets; and the sons of Memory stand a better chance of being the heirs of Fame. James Russell Lowell timememoriesson As one lamp lights another, nor grows less,So nobleness enkindleth nobleness. James Russell Lowell lampsgrowslight The flowers or weeds that spring up tomorrow are in the seeds we sow today. James Russell Lowell weedflowerspring What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone! How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare, As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills The bowl between me and those distant hills, And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair! James Russell Lowell autumnhairfall Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime. Not failure, but low aim is crime. James Russell Lowell sublimelinesambition And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days. James Russell Lowell perfect-daysjuneliterature Not failure, but low aim, is crime. James Russell Lowell educationalfearinspirational Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof. James Russell Lowell umbrellacompromisepoor Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character. James Russell Lowell lonelinessinspirationalcharacter Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave. James Russell Lowell literatureweakbravery
