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Where'er a noble deed is wrought, Where'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise.
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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I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
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The soul...is audible, not visible.
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