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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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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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Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
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It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought! Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery we build where monsters used to hide themselves.
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All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.
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Authors have a greater right than any copyright, though it is generally unacknowledged or disregarded. They have a right to the reader's civility. There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it, and to these the author has a claim. Yet many people think that when they buy a book they buy with it the right to abuse the author.
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If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.
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Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.
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The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.
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For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
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He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.
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Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.
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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.
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Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.
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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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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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In the long run men hit only what they aim at.
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When we walk towards the sun of Truth, all shadows are cast behind us.
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Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.
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How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!
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