James Russell Lowell
James Russell Lowell
James Russell Lowellwas an American Romantic poet, critic, editor, and diplomat. He is associated with the Fireside Poets, a group of New England writers who were among the first American poets who rivaled the popularity of British poets. These poets usually used conventional forms and meters in their poetry, making them suitable for families entertaining at their fireside...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth22 February 1819
CountryUnited States of America
James Russell Lowell quotes about
blessed hands horny
And blessed are the horny hands of toil.
science age latter
In the earliest ages science was poetry, as in the latter poetry has become science.
blessed men hands
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 hands of toil.
children compromise sin
They enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin.
plagiarism garments warm
Borrowed garments never keep one warm.
children lying light
This child is not mine as the first was; I cannot sing it to rest; I cannot lift it up fatherly, And bless it upon my breast. Yet it lies in my little one's cradle, And sits in my little one's chair, And the light of the heaven she 's gone to Transfigures its golden hair.
eye doors house
Piety is indifferent whether she enters at the eye or at the ear. There is none of the senses at which she does not knock one day or other. The Puritans forgot this, and thrust Beauty out of the meeting-house and slammed the door in her face.
ruins moral supremacy
Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.
memories home gunpowder
Metaphor is no argument, though it be sometimes the gunpowder to drive one home, and imbed it in the memory.
world finished one-thing
The one thing finished in this hasty world.
failing intellect conscience
The intellect has only one failing, which, to be sure, is a very considerable one. It has no conscience.
heart forget-everything childhood
It is only the intellect that can be thoroughly and hideously wicked. It can forget everything in the attainment of its ends. The heart recoils; in its retired some drops of childhood's dew still linger, defying manhood's fiery noon.
evil next higher
From lower to the higher next, Not to the top, is Nature's text; And embryo Good, to reach full stature, Absorbs the Evil in its nature.
science thinking moral
We cannot but think there is something like a fallacy in Mr. Buckle's theory that the advance of mankind is necessarily in the direction of science, and not in that of morals.