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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
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The Children's HourBetween the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of BingenIn his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, o blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away! .Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Art is long, and Time is fleeting.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Straight between them ran the pathway, Never grew the grass upon itHenry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solenm main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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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.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Awake! arise! the hour is late! Angels are knocking at thy door! They are in haste and cannot wait, And once departed come no more. Awake! arise! the athlete's arm Loses its strength by too much rest; The fallow land, the untilled farm Produces only weeds at best.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night! The watershed of Time, from which the streams Of Yesterday and To-morrow take their way, One to the land of promise and of light, One to the land of darkness and of dreams!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head; And a shout ascends on high, For men's souls are tired of the Turks, And their wicked ways and works, That have made of Ak-HissarA city of the plague; And the loud, exultant cry That echoes wide and far Is: "Long live Scanderbeg!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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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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O, how wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul! The intellect of man sits enthroned visibly upon his forehead and in his eye; and the heart of man is written upon his countenance. But the soul reveals itself in the voice only; as God revealed himself to the prophet of old in the still, small voice; and in a voice from the burning bush. The soul of man is audible, not visible. A sound alone betrays the flowing of the eternal fountain, invisible to man!.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The ceaseless rain is falling fast, And yonder gilded vane, Immovable for three days past, Points to the misty main, It drives me in upon myself And to the fireside gleams, To pleasant books that crowd my shelf, And still more pleasant dreams, I read whatever bards have sung Of lands beyond the sea, And the bright days when I was young Come thronging back to me. In fancy I can hear again The Alpine torrent's roar, The mule-bells on the hills of Spain, The sea at Elsinore.I see the convent's gleaming wall Rise from its groves of pine, And towers of old cathedrals tall, And castles by the Rhine.I journey on by park and spire, Beneath centennial trees, Through fields with poppies all on fire, And gleams of distant seas. I fear no more the dust and heat, No more I feel fatigue, While journeying with another's feet O'er many a lengthening league. Let others traverse sea and land, And toil through various climes, I turn the world round with my hand Reading these poets' rhymes. From them I learn whatever lies Beneath each changing zone, And see, when looking with their eyes, Better than with mine own.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught; Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thought As Hermes with his lyre in sleep profound The hundred wakeful eyes of Argus bound; For I am weary, and am overwrought With too much toil, with too much care distraught, And with the iron crown of anguish crowned. Lay thy soft hand upon my brow and cheek, O peaceful Sleep! until from pain released I breathe again uninterrupted breath! Ah, with what subtile meaning did the GreekCall thee the lesser mystery at the feast Whereof the greater mystery is death! .Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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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 silently steal away.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, We sailed for the Hesperides, The land where golden apples grow; But that, ah! that was long ago. How far, since then, the ocean streams Have swept us from that land of dreams, That land of fiction and of truth, The lost Atlantis of our youth! Whither, ah, whither? Are not these The tempest-haunted Orcades, Where sea-gulls scream, and breakers roar, And wreck and sea-weed line the shore? Ultima Thule! Utmost Isle! Here in thy harbors for a while We lower our sails; a while we rest From the unending, endless quest.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The writer of this legend then records Its ghostly application in these words: The image is the Adversary old, Whose beckoning finger points to realms of gold; Our lusts and passions are the downward stair That leads the soul from a diviner air; The archer, Death; the flaming jewel, Life;Terrestrial goods, the goblet and the knife; The knights and ladies all whose flesh and bone By avarice have been hardened into stone; The clerk, the scholar whom the love of pelf Tempts from his books and from his nobler self. The scholar and the world! The endless strife, The discord in the harmonies of life! The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books; The market-place, the eager love of gain, Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain! .Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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It is the mystery of the unknown That fascinates us; we are children still Wayward and wistful; with one hand we cling To the familiar things we call our own, And with the other, resolute of will, Grope in the dark for what the day will bringHenry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee — are all with thee!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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O, never from the memory of my heart Your dear, paternal image shall depart, Who while on earth, ere yet by death surprised, Taught me how mortals are immortalized; How grateful am I for that patient care All my life long my language shall declare.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Wisely the Hebrews admit no Present tense in their language; While we are speaking the word, it is is already the Past.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The purpose of that apple tree is to grow a little new wood each year. That is what I plan to do.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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His imagination seemed still to exhaust itself in running, before it tried to leap the ditch. While he mused, the fire burned in other brains. Other hands wrote the books he dreamed about. He freely used his good ideas in conversation, and in letters; and they were straightway wrought into the texture of other men's books, and so lost to him for ever.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Sadly as some old mediaeval knight Gazed at the arms he could no longer wield, The sword two-handed and the shining shield Suspended in the hall, and full in sight, While secret longings for the lost delight Of tourney or adventure in the field Came over him, and tears but half concealed Trembled and fell upon his beard of white, So I behold these books upon their shelf, My ornaments and arms of other days; Not wholly useless, though no longer used, For they remind me of my other self, Younger and stronger, and the pleasant ways In which I walked, now clouded and confused.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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How Beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout! Across the window-pane It pours and pours; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain! -" Rain in Summer .Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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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.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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It is too late! Ah, nothing is too late Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate. Cato learned Greek at eighty; SophoclesWrote his grand Oedipus, and SimonidesBore off the prize of verse from his compeers, When each had numbered more than fourscore years, And Theophrastus, at fourscore and ten, Had but begun his Characters of Men.Chaucer, at Woodstock with the nightingales, At sixty wrote the Canterbury Tales;Goethe at Weimar, toiling to the last, Completed Faust when eighty years were past, These are indeed exceptions; but they show How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow Into the arctic regions of our lives. Where little else than life itself survives.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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There was an old belief that in the embers Of all things their primordial form exists, And cunning alchemists Could re-create the rose with all its members From its own ashes, but without the bloom, Without the lost perfume Ah me! what wonder-working, occult science Can from the ashes in our hearts once more The rose of youth restore? What craft of alchemy can bid defiance To time and change, and for a single hour Renew this phantom-flower? .Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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One if by land, two if by sea.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Write on your doors the saying wise and old, " Be bold! be bold! " and everywhere-- "Be bold; Be not too bold! " Yet better the excess Than the defect; better the more than less; Better like Hector in the field to die, Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly,Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The nearer the dawnthe darker the night.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous and the perpetual exercise of God’s power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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These are the woes of Slaves;They glare from the abyss; They cry, from unknown graves, " We are the Witnesses!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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And oft the blessed time foretells When all men shall be free; And musical, as silver bells, Their falling chains shall be.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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My soul is full of longingfor the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great oceansends a thrilling pulse through me.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The student has his Rome, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.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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Each morning sees some task begun Each evening sees it close. Something attempted something done Has earned a night's repose.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Into each life some rain must fall some days must be dark and dreary.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Trust no future howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act - act in the living Present! Heart within and God o'erhead.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Let us then be up and doing With a heart for any fate Still achieving still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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How sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Be still sad heart and cease repining Behind the clouds the sun is shining Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall - Some days must be dark and dreary.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Thou too sail on O Shipof State! Sail on O Union strong and great! Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years Is hanging breathless on thy fate!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Ah to build to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime And departing leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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To persevere in one's duty and to be silent is the best answer to calumny.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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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.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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All things must change to something new to something strange.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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All things must change To something new to something strange.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Not in the clamor of the crowded street Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng But in ourselves are triumph and defeat.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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There was a little girl And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead When she was good she was very very good When she was bad she was horrid.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth good-will to men!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Every dew-drop and raindrop had a whole heaven within it.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall Some days must be dark and dreary.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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All things come round to him who will but wait.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow