Quotes About Lowell

There comes Poe, with his raven, like Barnaby Rudge,Three fifths of him genius and two fifths sheer fudge.

The devil loves nothing better than the intolerance of reformers.

ipecac syrup of happiness. There Lowell would be. With Harlow.

Longfellow smiled. "A great part of the happiness of life consists not in fighting battles, my dear Lowell, but in avoiding them. A masterly retreat is in itself a victory.

One of my very favourite poets was a Massachusetts poet named Robert Lowell.

the usual limits of understanding another's mind are compounded when trying to understand Lowell, a man who thought in metaphor, lived in history, and whose mind was engaged in a restless, stupendously elaborate game of three-dimensional chess. Lowell's mind was of a lurching, revising originality.

she was the picture of a prosperous, semi-traditional Hong

The black hardrubber bathtub stopper at the Parker house.

Lowell's an odd duck," Peterson said. "He's a loner. He reads books.

The eight years had not been kind to Sheriff Lowell, but then again, he hadn't been Mel Gibson to begin with. He was a mangy mutt of a man with features so extra-long hangdog that he made Nixon look as though he'd gotten a nip and tuck. The end of his nose was bulbous to the nth degree. He kept taking out a much-used hanky, carefully unfolding it, rubbing his nose, carefully refolding it, jamming it deep into his back pocket. Linda

cosmological constant to his theory, at the Lowell Observatory in

My passion for service came from my parents, and my community involvement began at a very young age, when I volunteered with the local Chamber of Commerce in Lowell, MA to help revitalize our city.

The first two letters of the name Pluto are the initials of Percival Lowell. Its symbol is , a planetary monogram. But Lowell's lifelong love was the planet Mars. He was electrified by the announcement in 1877 by an Italian astronomer, Giovanni Schiaparelli, of canali on Mars.

Papier-mache canals flowed in downtown Lowell, men smoking cigars stand by the rail spitting in the waters that reflect the drizzle hopelessness of 1926.

Despite Lowell's determination to be 'surrounded by Catholics,' the couple instantly got swept up into the fast, loud current of atheist-Jewish-Marxist-hard-drinking-fast-talking literary New York. Philip Rahv and Nathalie Swan took a shine to Lowell and Stafford, and soon they were getting invited to the Rahv's combative, whiskey-soaked parties.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

Praise follows truth afar off, and only overtakes her at the grave.

Walking the New Earth, Lo, a Divine One Greets all men godlike, Calls them his kindred, He, the Divine.