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Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

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Love has a tide!

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If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful.

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There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.

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I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

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But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.

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But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

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O month when they who love must love and wed.

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O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

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When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

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Biography

Nationality: American

Type: Writer

Born: October 18th, 1831

Died: August 12th, 1885

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