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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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Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.
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There is no death! What seems so is transition this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.
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Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside.
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Gone are the birds that were our summer guests.
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Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
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Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
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Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
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In youth all doors open outward in old age all open inward.
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Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.
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Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start.
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The market-place, the eager love of gain, Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain!
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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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The mind of the scholar, if you would have it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds. It is better that his armor should be somewhat bruised by rude encounters even, than hang forever rusting on the wall.
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Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin, To the Islands of the Blessed, To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the Land of the Hereafter!
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It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves.
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