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Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

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By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

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I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

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The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

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When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

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When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

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As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.

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If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

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Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

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On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.

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Biography

Nationality: American

Type: Writer

Born: October 18th, 1831

Died: August 12th, 1885

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