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Love is the root of creation God's essence worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children he made them for this purpose only. Only to love and to be loved again.
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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Books are sepulchres of thought.
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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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O holy trust! O endless sense of rest! Like the beloved John To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, And thus to journey on!
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With useless endeavour Forever, forever, Is Sisyphus rolling His stone up the mountain!
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See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!
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I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls, The burial-ground God's-Acre.
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Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.
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O little souls! as pure as white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine Refracted through the mist of years, How red my setting sun appears, How lurid looks this soul of mine!
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But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races, but does not restore, And the dead nations never rise again.
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Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.
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Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies.
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In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face the face of one long dead Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.
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Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!
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There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
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It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.
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Be noble in every thought And in every deed!
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Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
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The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark
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Life is the gift of God, and is divine.
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Buried was the bloody hatchet Buried was the dreadful war-club Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among the nations.
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