A Quote by James Russell Lowell

Tis as easy to be heroes as to sit the idle slaves. — © James Russell Lowell
Tis as easy to be heroes as to sit the idle slaves.
Could a mariner sit idle if he heard the drowning cry? Could a doctor sit in comfort and just let his patients die? Could a fireman sit idle, let men burn and give no hand? Can you sit at ease in Zion with the world around you damned?
We are slaves in the hands of nature - slaves to a bit of bread, slaves to praise, slaves to blame, slaves to wife, to husband, to child, slaves to everything.
Tis easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue-- 'Tis the natural way of living.
Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
Tis easy to break an idol, very easy: to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly.
Tis well to borrow from the good and the great; 'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!
I can't sit idle, as I love to work.
Do not sit idle, for indeed death is seeking you
Besides all this, if you are idle, and take to bad courses, you will hurt those of your brethren who are slaves, and do all in your power to prevent their being free.
My heroes are all dead. I've lots of heroes. My mum is a hero. She had to put up with me and my dad. She is one of my heroes. Some of my friends are heroes. There are so many. But heroes usually let you down, don't they? There is people I admire, people I respect.
If I sit idle for one day, I feel 24 hours of my life are wasted.
Tis not, to cry God mercy, or to sit And droop, or to confess that thou hast fail'd: 'Tis to bewail the sins thou didst commit: And not commit those sins thou hast bewail' d. He that bewails and not forsakes them too; Confesses rather what he means to do.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
Be not dumb, obedient slaves in an army of destruction. Be heroes in an army of construction.
We are slaves, all of us...Some are slaves to fear. Others are slaves to reason—or base desire. It is our lot to be slaves...and the question must be to what shall we owe our indenture? Will it be to truth or to falsehood, hope or despair, light or darkness? I choose to serve the light, even though that bondage often lies in darkness.
Tis easy to see, hard to foresee.
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