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No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
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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Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.
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If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.
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For it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness.
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The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed.
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Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is written there, an old one disappears. Only a few stand in illuminated characters never to be effaced.
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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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O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow's weight.
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All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord.
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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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Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
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Art is the child of Nature yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace The features of the mother's face, Her aspect and her attitude, All her majestic loveliness Chastened and softened and subdued Into a more attractive grace, And with a human sense imbued. He is the greatest artist, then, Whether of pencil or of pen, Who follows Nature.
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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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A torn jacket is soon mended but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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For bells are the voice of the church They have tones that touch and search The hearts of young and old.
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Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
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Fair words gladden so many a heart.
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Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would help us in our utmost need.
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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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The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.
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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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