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The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of booksHenry Wadsworth Longfellow
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As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him , yet she follows: Useless each without the other.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heartHenry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fallHenry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained in sudden flight but, they while their companions slept, they were toiling upwards in the night.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shiningHenry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Music is the universal language of mankind.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Resolve, and thou art free.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not boughtHenry Wadsworth Longfellow