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Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
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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To be infatuated with the power of one's own intellect is an accident which seldom happens but to those who are remarkable for the want of intellectual power. Whenever Nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.
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Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.
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Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.
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The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.
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Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
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Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin, To the Islands of the Blessed, To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the Land of the Hereafter!
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Then from the neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen.
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O gift of God! O perfect day: Whereon shall no man work, but play Whereon it is enough for me, Not to be doing, but to be!
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Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.
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Books are sepulchres of thought.
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Every author has the whole past to contend with all the centuries are upon him. He is compared with Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, Milton.
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Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.
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Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!
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Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
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When we walk towards the sun of Truth, all shadows are cast behind us.
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All your strength in is your union. All your danger is in discord. Therefore be at peace henceforward, And as brothers live together.
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God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again.
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