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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )

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The pen became a clarion.

The pen became a clarion.

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Night after night,
He sat and bleared his eyes with books.

Night after night,
He sat and bleared his eyes with books.

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Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, read more

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

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Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

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Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

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See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and read more

See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and wide!

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Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor read more

Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.

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Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

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Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

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O child! O new-born denizen
Of life's great city! on thy head
The glory of morn is read more

O child! O new-born denizen
Of life's great city! on thy head
The glory of morn is shed,
Like a celestial benison!
Here at the portal thou dost stand,
And with thy little hand
Thou openest the mysterious gate
Into the future's undiscovered land.

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