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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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It is the heart and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain.
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The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.
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Buried was the bloody hatchet Buried was the dreadful war-club Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among the nations.
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Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
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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 is the root of creation God's essence worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children he made them for this purpose only. Only to love and to be loved again.
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Be noble in every thought And in every deed!
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Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.
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The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.
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Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.
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The motives and purposes of authors are not always so pure and high, as, in the enthusiasm of youth, we sometimes imagine. To many the trumpet of fame is nothing but a tin horn to call them home, like laborers from, the field, at dinner-time, and they think themselves lucky to get the dinner.
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Success is not something to wait for, it is something to work for.
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I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!
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Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!
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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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And the bright faces of my young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more.
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A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.
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Youth wrenches the sceptre from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it.
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The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.
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Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
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