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 LowellWealth may be an excellent thing, for it means power, and it means leisure, it means liberty.
James Russell LowellIt is the rooted instinct in men to admire what is better and more beautiful than themselves.
James Russell Lowell