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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.
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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Time rides with the old At a great pace. As travellers on swift steeds See the near landscape fly and flow behind them, While the remoter fields and dim horizons Go with them, and seem wheeling round to meet them, So in old age things near us slip away, And distant things go with us.
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We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.
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The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.
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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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The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret longings that arise, Which this world never satisfies! Some more, some less, but of the whole Not one quite happy, no, not one!
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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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Who dares To say that he alone has found the truth?
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Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.
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The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.
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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 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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Fair words gladden so many a heart.
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All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.
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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.
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Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
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The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary.
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What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.
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All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.
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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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Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.
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