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 Title: "Hand of an Old Friend (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "To Labor and To Wait (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series" TEXT: Let us, then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Longfellow's Poems |
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 Title: "Wasted Affection (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Love is Not Bought (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "The World of God (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "The Opportunity of Age (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "The Nearer the Dawn (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: The nearer the dawn the darker the night.― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Heart of the Great Ocean (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "The Human Voice (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: The human voice is the organ of the soul. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Love of Learning (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "Stay at Home (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Secret Sorrow (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: 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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 Title: "Seashore of the Mind (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Perseverence (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Perseverence is a great element of success. 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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 Title: "Our Destined End (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Music Universal Language (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Music is the universal language of mankind. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "Lives of Great Men (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us footprints on the sands of time. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Voices of the Night |
 Title: "Leaves of Memory (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: The leaves of memory seemed to make a mournful rustling in the dark. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "Let it Rain (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Hand of an Old Friend (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "Knock Loud Enough (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Perseverence is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Kind Hearts (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "Judging Ourselves (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Hitting the Mark (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "Heart Mind and Memories (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Give What You Have (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "Dreams That Cannot Die (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Despair and Peace (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: And in despair I bowed my head; " There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! " Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men! ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "Do the Thing Right (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: It takes less time to do a thing right than to explain why you did it wrong. Longfellow |
 Title: "Disarm Hostility (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: 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. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "Brain and Heart (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Be Still Sad Heart (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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 Title: "Art is the Child of Nature (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow series)" TEXT: Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mother’s face. ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
 Title: "Gather Me the Rose" TEXT: Oh, gather me the rose, the rose While yet in flower we find it, For summer smiles, but summer goes, And winter waits behind it! |
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 Title: from The Vision of Sir Launfal James Russell Lowell - 1819-1891 TEXT: And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,— In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best? Now is the high-tide of the year, And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer, Into every bare inlet and creek and bay; Now the heart is so full that a drop over-fills it, We are happy now because God wills it; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing; The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by; And if the breeze kept the good news back, For other couriers we should not lack; We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing,— And hark! how clear bold chanticleer, Warmed with the new wine of the year, Tells all in his lusty crowing! |
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 Title: "You Are the One I Love the Best"TEXT: This listing is an adaptation of my popular “These Hands” wedding and anniversary gift. It holds to the message of the original poem but should resonate with those marrying again. Your hands may not be young but still hold a deep love for the person you are making vows to. The paths we take in life do not always lead to ideal places and instead lead us to lessons learned and new starts. Some of the wording for “The Hands I Love the Best” are from an Appalachian folk song called “Blackest Crow.” This song is also unaccredited and anonymous like the original author of “These Hands.” TEXT: These are the hands of your best friend, that now hold your hands which others once held. Aging, tender and still full of love, these hands will work along side of yours in whatever life now holds before us. These are the hands that will passionately love you and care for you throughout our years yet left. These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief torments your mind and with the slightest touch, will comfort you like no other. These are the hands that will give you strength when you struggle, and support and encouragement to chase down your dreams. These are the hands that will tenderly hold all children in our lives, and help keep our loved ones near in heart as one. These are the hands that will, countless times, wipe the tears from your eyes, tears of sorrow, and tears of joy. These are the hands that will reach to God, along side, and covered, by yours. These are the hands which will take turns leading one another when the way forward needs grip and guidance or when there are songs to bring forth and joyful dances to lead. As time draws near, my dearest dear, When you and I must part, What little you know of the grace and awe Of my poor aching heart. Each night I suffer for your sake, You're the one I love so dear; I wish that I was going with you, Or you were staying here. I wish my breast was made of glass Wherein you might behold, and be whole. Oh there your name I's wrote, my dear, In letters made of gold. Oh there your name I's wrote, my dear, Believe me what I say: You are the one I love the best, Until my dying day. The crow that is so black, my love, will surely turn to white. If ever I prove false to you, Bright day return to night. Bright day return to night, my love The elements will mourn, If ever I prove false to you The seas will rage and burn. And when you're on some distant shore, Think of your absent friend, And when the wind blows high and clear, A line to me, pray send. And when the wind blows high and clear, Pray send a note to me, That I might know by your handwrite How time has gone with thee. And lastly, here, my hands I faithfully give to you even when wrinkled with age. I will never let go of yours, and I will always give you the same unspoken tenderness with a touch from these hands that reach you where words cannot find you. ~adapted from These Hands Poem and Blackest Crow, Dearest Dear (authors unknown) |
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 Title: "Lilies" by Mary Oliver TEXT: I have been thinking about living like the lilies that blow in the fields. They rise and fall in the edge of the wind, and have no shelter from the tongues of the cattle, and have no closets or cupboards, and have no legs. Still I would like to be as wonderful as the old idea. But if I were a lily I think I would wait all day for the green face of the hummingbird to touch me. What I mean is, could I forget myself even in those feathery fields? When Van Gogh preached to the poor of coarse he wanted to save someone-- most of all himself. He wasn't a lily, and wandering through the bright fields only gave him more ideas it would take his life to solve. I think I will always be lonely in this world, where the cattle graze like a black and white river-- where the vanishing lilies melt, without protest, on their tongues-- where the hummingbird, whenever there is a fuss, just rises and floats away. |
 Title: "anyone lived in a pretty how town"Calligraphy print with a white matte, size 12.5 x 23 inches (including matte borde)r. Print itself is 8.5 x 19 inches. TEXT: anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did women and men (both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed (but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone's any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then) they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down) one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes women and men (both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain e.e. cummings, 1894-1962 |
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 Title: "Defeat" TEXT: Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness; You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs, And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory. Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance, Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot And not to be trapped by withering laurels. And in you I have found aloneness And the joy of being shunned and scorned. Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield, In your eyes I have read That to be enthroned is to be enslaved, And to be understood is to be leveled down, And to be grasped is but to reach one’s fullness And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed. Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion, You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences, And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings, And urging of seas, And of mountains that burn in the night, And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul. Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage, You and I shall laugh together with the storm, And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us, And we shall stand in the sun with a will, And we shall be dangerous. Kahlil Gibran |
 Title: "Excuse This House" TEXT: Some houses try to hide the fact That children shelter there. Ours boasts of it quite openly, The signs are everywhere... For smears are on the windows, Little smudges on the doors; I should apologize, I guess For toys strewn on the floor. But I sat down with the children And we played and laughed and read; And if the doorbell doesn't shine, Their eyes will shine instead. For when at times I'm forced to choose The one job or the other... I want to have a tidy house, But first I'll be a mother. -Author Unknown |
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 Title: "Crossing the Bar" TEXT: Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) |
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"Crossing the Bar" TEXT: Crossing the Bar Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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 Title: "All Things Bright and Beautiful" TEXT: All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, all things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colours, He made their tiny wings. Cecil Francis Alexander |
 Title: "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver TEXT: You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things. |
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 Title: "Desiderata" TEXT: Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. By Max Ehrmann © 1927 |
 Title: "Children Learn What They Live" TEXT: If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn. If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight. If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy. If a child lives with shame, he learns to feel guilty. If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient. If a child lives with encouragement, he learns confidence. If a child lives with praise, he learns to appreciate. If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice. If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith. If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself. If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, he learns to find love in the world. |
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 Title: "Infant Sorrow" TEXT: Infant Sorrow My mother groand! My father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud; Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my fathers hands: Striving against my swaddling bands: Bound and weary I thought best To sulk upon my mothers breast. Robert Blake |
 Title: "Winds of Change" with Mexican Flower artwork TEXT: When the winds of change blow, some people build walls and other build windmills. - Chinese proverb |
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 Title: "Okay to Cry" with Raindrop and Flower collage artwork TEXT: It is okay to cry when there is too much on your mind - The clouds rain too when things get heavy. ~ Amina Mehwood |
 Title:"Acquainted with the Night" TEXT: Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have out walked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night. |
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