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Browsing named entities in a specific section of Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall). Search the whole document.
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Salem (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 43
Goethe (search for this): chapter 43
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Isaac T. Hopper (search for this): chapter 43
To Rev. Convers Francis. New York, February 17, 1842.
My domestic attachments are so strong, and David is always so full of cheerful tenderness, that this separation is dreary indeed; yet I am supplied, and that too in the most unexpected manner, with just enough of outward aids to keep me strong and hopeful.
It has ever been thus, through all the changing scenes of my trying pilgrimage.
Ever there is a harp in the sky, and an echo on earth.
One of my aids is Friend Hopper's son, who with unwearied love brings me flowers and music, and engravings and pictures and transparencies, and the ever-ready sympathy of a generous heart.
Another is a young German, full of that deep philosophy that is born of poetry.
Then, ever and anon, there comes some winged word from Maria White, some outpourings of love from young spirits in Boston or in Salem.
Quite unexpectedly there came from Dr. Channing, the other day, words of the truest sympathy and the kindliest cheer.
The world calls me u
William Ellery Channing (search for this): chapter 43
Brisbane (search for this): chapter 43
Convers Francis (search for this): chapter 43
To Rev. Convers Francis. New York, February 17, 1842.
My domestic attachments are so strong, and David is always so full of cheerful tenderness, that this separation is dreary indeed; yet I am supplied, and that too in the most unexpected manner, with just enough of outward aids to keep me strong and hopeful.
It has ever been thus, through all the changing scenes of my trying pilgrimage.
Ever there is a harp in the sky, and an echo on earth.
One of my aids is Friend Hopper's son, who with unwearied love brings me flowers and music, and engravings and pictures and transparencies, and the ever-ready sympathy of a generous heart.
Another is a young German, full of that deep philosophy that is born of poetry.
Then, ever and anon, there comes some winged word from Maria White, some outpourings of love from young spirits in Boston or in Salem.
Quite unexpectedly there came from Dr. Channing, the other day, words of the truest sympathy and the kindliest cheer.
The world calls me u
Maria White (search for this): chapter 43
February 17th, 1842 AD (search for this): chapter 43
To Rev. Convers Francis. New York, February 17, 1842.
My domestic attachments are so strong, and David is always so full of cheerful tenderness, that this separation is dreary indeed; yet I am supplied, and that too in the most unexpected manner, with just enough of outward aids to keep me strong and hopeful.
It has ever been thus, through all the changing scenes of my trying pilgrimage.
Ever there is a harp in the sky, and an echo on earth.
One of my aids is Friend Hopper's son, who with unwearied love brings me flowers and music, and engravings and pictures and transparencies, and the ever-ready sympathy of a generous heart.
Another is a young German, full of that deep philosophy that is born of poetry.
Then, ever and anon, there comes some winged word from Maria White, some outpourings of love from young spirits in Boston or in Salem.
Quite unexpectedly there came from Dr. Channing, the other day, words of the truest sympathy and the kindliest cheer.
The world calls me