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If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing.
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Each Other Night Pass Ship Speak
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
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Cail Heart Illusion Trust World
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
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Being Country Feminine Like Masculine Mingles Only Perfect Poem Rhyme Structure
I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
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Affection Cu=Ity Feel Great Man Neighbourhood Safe Security Street Sweet
A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.
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Fire Hotter Make Often Thought
As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
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All Mind Poetic Poetical Pure Thing
All things must change to something new, to something strange.
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Change Must Something Strange Thing
Into each life some rain must fall.
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Each Fail Into Life Must Some Train
Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.
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Beter Gove May Somebody Think
Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.
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Begun Close Each Evening Morning See Some Task
Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.
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Affection never Talk Waste
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
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Clamor Crowd Defeat Not Ourselves Plaudut Shout Street Throng
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.
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All Disarm Each Enemy Enough History Live Man Read Secret Sorrow Suffer
Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
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Army Author Challenge Critic Every Grand New Newspaper Sentence Station
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.
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Doctor Door Joy Nose Repose Slam Temperature
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
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Coat Himself Meall None Other Pierce Respect Safe Wear

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