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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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In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere
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Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.
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As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.
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I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.
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Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.
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For in the night, unseen, a single warrior, In sombre harness mailed, Dreaded of man, and surnamed the Destroyer, The rampart wall has scaled. He passed into the chamber of the sleeper, The dark and silent room, And as he entered, darker grew, and deeper, The silence and the gloom.
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How like they are to human things!
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
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