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American poet and scholar
(1807 - 1882)
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He has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world, and the glories of a modern one.
      - [Libraries]

He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
      - [Graves]

He used words as mere steppingstones, upon which, with a free and youthful bound, his spirit crosses and recrosses the bright and rushing stream of thought.
      - [Words]

Her face had a wonderful fascination in it. It was such a calm, quiet face, with the light of the rising soul shining so peacefully through it.
      - [Blandishment]

His heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
      - [Earnestness]

His thoughts are like mummies, embalmed in spices and wrapped about with curious envelopments; but, within, those thoughts themselves are kings.
      - [Thought]

Home-keeping hearts are happiest.
      - [Heart]

Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.
      - [Hope]

How absolute and omnipotent is the silence of night! And yet the stillness seems almost audible! From all the measureless depths of air around us comes a half-sound, a half-whisper, as if we could hear the crumbling and falling away of earth and all created things, in the great miracle of nature, decay and reproduction, ever beginning, never ending,--the gradual lapse and running of the sand in the great hour-glass of Time.
      - [Night]

How beautiful it was, falling so silently, all day long, all night long, on the mountains, on the meadows, on the roofs of the living, on the graves of the dead!
      - [Snow]

How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!
      - [Twilight]

How in the turmoil of life can love stand,
  Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand.
      - [Sympathy]

How like they are to human things!
      - [Flowers]

How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul! The intellect of man sits enthroned visibly upon his forehead and in his eye; and the heart of man is written upon his countenance. But the soul reveals itself in the voice only, as God revealed himself to the prophet of old, in "the still, small voice," and in a voice from the burning bush. The soul of man is audible, not visible. A sound alone betrays the flowing of the eternal fountain, invisible to man!
      - [Voice]

I hope, as no unwelcome guest,
  At your warm fireside, when the lamps are lighted,
    To have my place reserved among the rest,
      Nor stand as one unsought and uninvited!
      - [Welcome]

I love these rural dances--from my heart I love them. This world, at best, is full of care and sorrow; the life of a poor man is so stained with the sweat of his brow, there is so much toil and struggling and anguish and disappointment here below, that I gaze with delight on a scene where all those are laid aside and forgotten, and the heart of the toil-worn peasant seems to throw off its load.
      - [Dancing]

I see the lights of the village
  Gleam through the rain and the mist,
    And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
      That my soul cannot resist:
        A feeling of sadness and longing,
          That is not akin to pain,
            And resembles sorrow only
              As the mist resembles the rain.
      - [Remembrance]

I venerate age; and I love not the man who can look, without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.
      - [Age]

If spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous, and the perpetual exercise of God's power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.
      - [Spring]

If thou art worn and hard beset
  With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget,
    If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep
      Thy heart from fainting, and thy soul from sleep,
        Go to the wood and hills! No tears
          Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
      - [Nature]

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
      - [Enemies]

If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.
      - [Brotherhood]

In character, in manners, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
      - [Simplicity]

In December ring
  Every day the chimes;
    Loud the gleemen sing
      In the streets their merry rhymes.
        Let us by the fire
          Ever higher
            Sing them till the night expire!
      - [December]

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.
      - [Words]

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