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Books are sepulchres of thought.
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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The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!
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The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.
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One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.
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The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
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The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.
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Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely shadows cast by outward things On stone or canvas, having in themselves No separate existence. Architecture, Existing in itself, and not in seeming A something it is not, surpasses them As substance shadow.
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The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
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Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.
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Life is the gift of God, and is divine.
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The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
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When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples That the cold wind makes in rivers.
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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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I will be a man among men and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and reality! I will work in my own sphere, nor wish it other than it is. This alone is health and happiness.
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Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
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I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions
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Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.
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But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
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Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape Trinkling vapors arose and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.
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I love thee, as the good love heaven.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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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