Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart.
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I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart.
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
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EVANGELINE by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (Chicago: Reilly & Britton, 1909). Illustrated by John R. Neill.
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"La meilleure chose que l'on puisse faire quand il pleut est de laisser pleuvoir." 🌧
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Gif de Paco Yao
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I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart.
-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(Bistrita, Romania)
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Morituri Salutamus
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The Star and The Sun
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
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Samuel Richards - Evangeline Discovering Her Affianced in the Hospital (ca. 1887-89)
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I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart.
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Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
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