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The young girl in my story is to be as sensitive to praise as a prism is to light. Whenever anybody praises her she breaks into colors.
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 man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born.
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Great orators who are not also great writers become very indistinct shadows to the generations following them. The spell vanishes with the voice.
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This one sits shivering in Fortune's smile, taking his joy with bated, doubtful breath. This other, gnawed by hunger, all the while laughs in the teeth of Death.
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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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Black Tragedy lets slip her grim disguise and shows you laughing lips and roguish eyes but when, unmasked, gay Comedy appears, how wan her cheeks are, and what heavy tears!
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O harp of life, so speedily unstrung!
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That was indeed to live -- at one bold swoop to wrest from darkling death the best that death to life can give.
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My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings
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