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No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.
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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How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.
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Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.
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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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I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books.
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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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It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.
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All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.
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Even cities have their graves!
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Sang in tones of deep emotion Songs of love and songs of longing.
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Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
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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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Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends.
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The spirit-world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense A vital breath of more ethereal air.
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The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.
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Shepherds at the grange, Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change, Christmas carols until morn.
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The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in again. You look for something new, and lo! another little man comes out, and blows another little trumpet, and goes in again. And it is all over.
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Music is the language spoken by angels.
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Gone are the birds that were our summer guests.
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A man must be of a very quiet and happy nature, who can long endure the country and, moreover, very well contented with his own insignificant person.
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Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day, Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining, Buds that open only to decay.
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