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We weep when we are born, Not when we die!

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Age: 70 †
Born: 1836
Born: November 2
Died: 1907
Died: March 19
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Portsmouth
New Hampshire
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The fate of the worm refutes the pretended ethical teaching of the proverb, which assumes to illustrate the advantage of early rising and does so by showing how extremely dangerous it is.
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Everyone has a bookplate these days, and the collectors are after it. The fool and his bookplate are soon parted. To distribute one's ex libris is inanely to destroy the only significance it has, that of indicating the past or present ownership of the volume in which it is placed.
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My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings
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The ring of a false coin is not more recognizable than that of a rhyme setting forth a false sorrow.
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Up from the dark the moon begins to creep and now a pallid, haggard face lifts she above the water-line: thus from the deep a drowned body rises solemnly.
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My father invested his money so securely in the banking business that he was never able to get any of it out again.
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O Liberty, white Goddess! is it well to leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast fold Sorrow's children, soothe the hurts of Fate, lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel stay those who to thy sacred portals come to waste the gifts of Freedom.
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October turned my maple's leaves to gold The most are gone now here and there one lingers: Soon these will slip from the twigs' weak hold, Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.
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A glance, a word -- and joy or pain befalls.... How slight the links are in the chain that binds us to our destiny!
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What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
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I like not lady-slippers, Nor yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Nor yet the flaky roses, Red or white as snow I like the chaliced lilies, The heavy Eastern lilies, The gorgeous tiger-lilies, That in our garden grow.
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It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight.
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Imagine all human beings swept off the face of the earth, excepting one man. Imagine this man in some vast city, New York or London. Imagine him on the third or fourth day of his solitude sitting in a house and hearing a ring at the door-bell!
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The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born.
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How fugitive and brief is mortal life between the budding and the falling leaf.
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O harp of life, so speedily unstrung!
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