A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The emigrant's way o'er the western desert is mark'd by
Camp-fires long consum'd and bones that bleach in the sunshine.
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Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know
On the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions who, at the dawn of decision, sat down to wait, and waiting died.
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Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joyand fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, Swift be thy flight!
The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Childhood, who like an April morn appears,
Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears.
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What e'er you are
That in this desert inaccessible,
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time.
The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.
Fragrant o'er all the western groves The tall magnolia towers unshaded.
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To be secure everywhere is the mark of sophistication, to be unshakable is the mark of courage, to be permanently in love with every person is the mark of masculinity or femininity, to forgive is the mark of strength, to govern our senses and passions is the mark of freedom.
Showers and sunshine bring,
Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth;
To put their foliage out, the woods are slack,
And one by one the singing-birds come back.
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