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In the valley of the Pegnitz, where, across broad meadow-lands,
Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremburg, the ancient, stands.
Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song,
Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Nuremburg (1846)

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We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

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They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast,
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