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Success is not something to wait for, it is something to work for.
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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Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
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And in despair I bowed my head There is no peace on earth, I said For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: God is not dead, nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!
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Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
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Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
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It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought! Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery we build where monsters used to hide themselves.
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The world loves a spice of wickedness.
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With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought they mistake buttercups in the grass for immeasurable gold mines under ground.
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And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
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Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine.
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In ourselves are triumph and defeat.
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Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would help us in our utmost need.
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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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Mine is the Month of Roses yes, and mine The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine, The foliage of the valleys and the heights. Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights The mower's scythe makes music to my ear I am the mother of all dear delights I am the fairest daughter of the year.
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No action, whether foul or fair, Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere A record, written by fingers ghostly, As a blessing or a curse, and mostly In the greater weakness or greater strength Of the acts which follow it.
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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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How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand.
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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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And the bright faces of my young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more.
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Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!
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Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.
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