James Russell
James Russell
Left-handed relief pitcher known for an average fastball and good slider who made his MLB debut in 2010 for the Chicago Cubs.
ProfessionBaseball Player
Date of Birth8 January 1986
CityCincinnati, OH
flower glowing tree
Here come the hum the golden bees Underneath full blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
wise country war
Certainly it is no shame to a man that he should be as nice about his country as his sweetheart, yet it would not be wise to hold everyone an enemy who could not see her with our own enchanted eyes.
generations enthusiasm abiding
Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm, eloquence produces conviction for the moment; but it is only by truth to Nature and the everlasting institutions of mankind that those abiding influences are won that enlarge from generation to generation.
self sensual life-is
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual
mistake men self
Fastidiousness is only another word for egotism; and all men who know not where to look for truth save in the narrow well of self will find their own image at the bottom, and mistake it for what they are seeking.
gold firsts trophies
There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.
nature men worn
Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote.
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.