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A boy's will is the wind's will.
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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If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!
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In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face the face of one long dead Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.
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Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
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Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.
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Even the blackest of them all, the crow, Renders good service as your man-at-arms, Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail. And crying havoc on the slug and snail.
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It is the heart and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain.
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Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.
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Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
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Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.
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A solid man of Boston A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas.
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