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There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay,...
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The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.
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The course of my long life hath reached at last In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea...
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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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Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace...
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All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.
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Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!
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If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden wand o'er the landscape; Twinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.
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Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He that respects himself is safe from others; He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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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To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much audacious hope and trembling fear, so much of the heart's history, that all errors and shortcomings are for a while lost sight of in the amiable self assertion of youth.
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Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings --as some savage tribes determine the power of muskets by their recoil; that being considered best which fairly prostrates the purchaser.
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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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We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.
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Pride and humiliation hand in hand Walked with them through the world where'er they went; Trampled and beaten were they as the sand, And yet unshaken as the continent.
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Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
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And the night shall be filled with music, and the cares, that infest the day, shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, and as silently steal away.
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Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning -- an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.
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Silently, one by one,in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels
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Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
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The shades of night were falling fast, As though an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
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Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
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The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow