Letters of James Russell Lowell, Volume 1

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Harper & Brothers, 1893 - Authors, American - 882 pages

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Page 114 - King Pandion, he is dead, All thy friends are lapt in lead.
Page 29 - I am surprised they never thought before of establishing themselves here: they are plants that will grow in any soil that is cultivated by the hands of others; and, when once they have taken root, they will extinguish every other vegetable that grows around them.
Page 242 - There is something in the flesh that is superior to the flesh, something that can in finer moments abolish matter and pain. And it is to this we must cling.
Page 183 - But in my own judgment I have no choice, and am bound in honor to vote for Hayes, as the people who chose me expected me to do. They did not choose me because they had confidence in my judgment, but because they thought they knew what that judgment would be. If I had told them that I should vote for Tilden they would never have nominated me. It is a plain question of trust.
Page 271 - I once had. Then I have only to walk a hundred yards from my door to be in Hyde Park, where, and in Kensington Gardens, I can tread on green turf and hear the thrushes sing all winter. I often think of what you said to me about the birds here. There are a great many more and they sing more perennially than ours. As for the climate, it suits me better than any I have ever lived in...
Page 304 - The ode itself was an improvisation. Two days before the Commemoration I had told my friend Child that it was impossible — that I was dull as a door-mat. But the next day something gave me a jog and the whole thing came out of me with a rush. I sat up all night writing it out clear, and took it on the morning of the day to Child. " I have something, but don't yet know what it is, or whether it will do. Look at it and tell me.
Page 189 - Ode is a specimen of the formless poem of unequal lines and broken stanzas supposed to be in the manner of Pindar, but truly the descendant of our royalist poet's "majestick numbers.
Page 303 - I did divine him earlier than most men of the Brahmin caste. The Ode itself was an improvisation. Two days before the Commemoration I had told my friend Child that it was impossible, — that I was dull as a door-mat. But the...
Page 272 - I have never seen civilization at so high a level in some respects as here. In plain living and high thinking I fancy we have, or used to have, the advantage, and I have never seen society, on the whole, so good as I used to meet at our Saturday Club.
Page 89 - I have always been of the mind that in a democracy manners are the only effective weapons against the bowie-knife, the only thing that will save us from barbarism.

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