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I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it.
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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Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
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The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the full river of feeling overflows- The happy days unclouded to their close The sudden joys that our of darkness start As flames from ashes swift desires that dart Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
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Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth, Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire Men, women, and all animals that breathe Are statues, and not paintings.
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The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light.
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Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
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Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.
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The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.
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And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships.
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Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.
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Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and shadows and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites today with yesterday!
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Feeling is deep and still and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.
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No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
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The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.
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I love thee, as the good love heaven.
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You would attain to the divine perfection.
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Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!
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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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The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us at noon we trample them under foot and in the evening they stretch long, broad, and deepening before us.
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