Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust,
Let us be merciful as well as just.

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust,
Let us be merciful as well as just.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when read more

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater
To raise the dead to life than to create
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Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater
To raise the dead to life than to create
Phantoms that seem to live.

Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
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Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
In which we feel the pressure of a hand,--
One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery!

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind in never weary;
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The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind in never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.