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 A feeling of sadness and longing
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | 
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A pen becomes a clarion. | 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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All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time;
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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All your strength is in your union,
All your danger is in discord. | 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 as silently steal away. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Art is long and time is fleeting. | Henry 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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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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Every heart has its secret which the world knows not. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a
coat of mail that none can pierce. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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How beautiful is youth! how bright it
With its illusions, aspirations, dreams … | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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I hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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In character, in manners, in style, in all things the
supreme excellence is simplicity. | 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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