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Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Age: 75 †
Born: 1807
Born: January 1
Died: 1882
Died: March 24
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Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
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For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language - on earth it is called Forgiveness!
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Nothing useless is, or low Each thing in its place is best And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
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The morrow was a bright September morn The earth was beautiful as if newborn There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.
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I promise myself great pleasure from my visit to England. You know I am to stay with Dickens while in London and beside his own very agreeable society, I shall enjoy that of the most noted literary men of the day, which will be a great gratification to me.
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Among the noblest in the land - Though man may count himself the least - That man I honor and revere, Who without favor, without fear, In the great city dares to stand, The friend of every friendless beast.
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Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
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Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
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I cannot believe any man can be perfectly well in body, who has much labor of the mind to perform.
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One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.
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Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.
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And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.
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In December ring Every day the chimes Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!
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In ourselves are triumph and defeat.
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My own thoughts Are my companions.
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Time is the life of the soul.
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To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.
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The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed.
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Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.
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To be strong is to be happy!
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