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Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.
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 am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it. I stand in awe of my own opinion. The secret demerits of which we alone, perhaps, are conscious, are often more difficult to bear than those which have been publicly censured in us, and thus in some degree atoned for.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord.
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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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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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Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl Deep drinks the warrior's soul, Skoal! to the Northland! skoal! Thus the tale ended.
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Tis always morning somewhere.
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The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark
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It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea.
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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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Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
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I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much audacious hope and trembling fear, so much of the heart's history, that all errors and shortcomings are for a while lost sight of in the amiable self assertion of youth.
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Be thy sleep Silent as night is, and as deep.
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The secret anniversaries of the heart.
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My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea
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Let nothing disturb thee, Nothing affright thee All things are passing God never changeth Patient endurance Attaineth to all things Who God possesseth In nothing is wanting Alone God sufficeth.
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Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.
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Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
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Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.
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Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
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The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
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