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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The human voice is the organ of the soul."

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"The human voice is the organ of the soul."

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"What is a epigram? A dwarfish whole. Its body brevity, and wit its soul."

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"If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose."

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"The man who is always worrying about whether or not his soul would be damned generally has a soul that isn't worth a damn."

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"The most beautiful rainbow is the one inside your soul."

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"The divinity of the soul; life, light and love."

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"Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation."

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"Things of themselves cannot touch the soul at all. They have no entry to the soul, and cannot turn or move it. The soul alone turns and moves itself, making all externals presented to it cohere with the judgements it thinks worthy of itself."

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"A bad book is as much of a labor to write as a good one, it comes as sincerely from the author's soul."

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"Seeing my malevolent face in the mirror, my benevolent soul shrinks back."

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"Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining."
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"Sadly as some old mediaeval knightGazed at the arms he could no longer wield,The sword two-handed and the shining shieldSuspended in the hall, and full in sight,While secret longings for the lost delightOf tourney or adventure in the fieldCame over him, and tears but half concealedTrembled and fell upon his beard of white,So I behold these books upon their shelf,My ornaments and arms of other days;Not wholly useless, though no longer used,For they remind me of my other self,Younger and stronger, and the pleasant waysIn which I walked, now clouded and confused."
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"Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought."
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"O, never from the memory of my heartYour dear, paternal image shall depart,Who while on earth, ere yet by death surprised,Taught me how mortals are immortalized;How grateful am I for that patient careAll my life long my language shall declare."
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"Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are."
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