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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )

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The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.

The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.

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As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

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Music is the universal language of mankind.

Music is the universal language of mankind.

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He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
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He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
And banner waves, and trumpet sounds,
And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,
The dusk of centuries and of song.

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Though he was rough, he was kindly.

Though he was rough, he was kindly.

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Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating read more

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.

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That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

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Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in
the green stillness of the country, where he read more

Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in
the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart
of Nature beat, or in the dark, gray town where he can hear and
feel the throbbing heart of man?

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The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.

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Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.

Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.

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