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 Let the dead Past bury its dead.
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | 
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Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart of any fate. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Life is real ! Life is earnest !
And the grave is not its goal. | 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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Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Brings us farther than today. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Not in the clamour 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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Perseverance is a great element of success. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Read from some humble poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Sometimes we may learn more from a man’s errors than
from his virtues. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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The bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of time. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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The critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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The morning pouring everywhere,
Its golden glory on the air. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Trust no Future, however pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Actact in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o’erhead ! | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Youth comes but once in a lifetime. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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