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Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches 2 2 Browse Search
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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall) 1 1 Browse Search
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Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 1 1 Browse Search
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1 1 1 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 1 1 Browse Search
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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Appendix (search)
go So far, with malice aforethought, to walk in a vain show Did Emmons hunt for pictures? Was Jonathan Edwards peeping Into the chambers of imagery, with maids for Tammuz weeping? Ah well! the times are sadly changed, and I myself am feeling The wicked world my Quaker coat from off my shoulders peeling. God grant that in the strange new sea of change wherein we swim, We still may keep the good old plank, of simple faith in Him! Lines on leaving Appledore. [sent in a letter to Celia Thaxter.] Under the shadow of a cloud, the light Died out upon the waters, like a smile Chased from a face by grief. Following the flight Of a lone bird that, scudding with the breeze, Dipped its crank wing in leaden-colored seas, I saw in sunshine lifted, clear and bright, On the horizon's rim the Fortunate Isle That claims thee as its fair inhabitant, And glad of heart I whispered, “Be to her, Bird of the summer sea, my messenger; Tell her, if Heaven a fervent prayer will grant, This light t