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Born on June 24, 1834, in New York City, George Arnold spent just over three decades as a writer and poet working in the English language before his death in November 1865.

Arnold was an American writer and poet, a citizen of the United States who produced work in English throughout his brief career. He was born in New York City in 1834 and died on November 9, 1865, in Monmouth County. His life spanned only thirty-one years, yet his name and dates were considered significant enough to warrant a formal entry in the Library of Congress Name Authority records, where he appears as "Arnold, George, 1834-1865." That institutional record remains one of the clearest markers of his place within the documented history of American letters.

Quotes by George Arnold

I love this simple maiden, She grows upon me more and more, And – ask the moon who ’t was that kissed, Last night upon the shore!
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I love this simple maiden, She grows upon me more and more, And – ask the moon who ’t was that kissed, Last night upon the shore!
Experience is bitter, but its teachings we retain; It has taught me this – who once has loved, loves never on earth again!
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Experience is bitter, but its teachings we retain; It has taught me this – who once has loved, loves never on earth again!
A silence reigns upon the air, Upon the pansies by the shore, Upon the violets, pale and fair, Upon the willow, bending o’er; The reeds and lilies silent grow, The dark green waters silent sleep, Save when the summer breezes blow, Or silvery minnows leap.
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A silence reigns upon the air, Upon the pansies by the shore, Upon the violets, pale and fair, Upon the willow, bending o’er; The reeds and lilies silent grow, The dark green waters silent sleep, Save when the summer breezes blow, Or silvery minnows leap.
O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf’s rustle and the squirrel’s laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter.
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O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf’s rustle and the squirrel’s laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter.
The living need more charity than the dead
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The living need more charity than the dead
And he sang every night as he went to bed. 'Let us be happy down here below: the living should live, though the dead be dead.' Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.
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And he sang every night as he went to bed. 'Let us be happy down here below: the living should live, though the dead be dead.' Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.
Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer.
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Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer.
A silence reigns upon the air, Upon the pansies by the shore, Upon the violets, pale and fair, Upon the willow, bending o'er; The reeds and lilies silent grow, The dark green waters silent sleep, Save when the summer breezes blow, Or silvery minnows leap.
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A silence reigns upon the air, Upon the pansies by the shore, Upon the violets, pale and fair, Upon the willow, bending o'er; The reeds and lilies silent grow, The dark green waters silent sleep, Save when the summer breezes blow, Or silvery minnows leap.
I love this simple maiden, She grows upon me more and more, And--ask the moon who 't was that kissed, Last night upon the shore!
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I love this simple maiden, She grows upon me more and more, And--ask the moon who 't was that kissed, Last night upon the shore!
I hold that all the evil we know on earth finds in this violence done to love its true and legitimate birth.
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I hold that all the evil we know on earth finds in this violence done to love its true and legitimate birth.
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