Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.


Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is sti

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This quote emphasizes that no matter how poets, speakers, or wise individuals may glorify or romanticize old age, the reality remains unchanged. It suggests that despite any attempts to idealize or downplay its challenges, old age is ultimately characterized by its own distinct experience, hardships, and limitations.

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By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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