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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Age: 75 †
Born: 1807
Born: January 1
Died: 1882
Died: March 24
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By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited.
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For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language - on earth it is called Forgiveness!
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For the structure that we raise, Time is with materials filled Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build.
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The morrow was a bright September morn The earth was beautiful as if newborn There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.
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All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.
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People demand freedom only when they have no power.
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Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow.
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I am never indifferent, and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children, and I like to have them liked.
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Who dares To say that he alone has found the truth?
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After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring, Drops down into the night.
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A handful of red sand from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought, Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The minister of Thought.
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Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
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The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray.
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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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A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.
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It is Lucifer, The son of mystery And since God suffers him to be, He too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood.
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Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.
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Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.
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I do not love thee less for what is done, And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness Hath brought thee nearer to me, and henceforth My love will have a sense of pity in it, Making it less a worship than before.
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Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it is not always May!
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