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Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), VI. Jamaica Plain. (search)
ast glory on the opposite bank. They were such afternoons as those in September and October, clear, soft, and radiant. Nature held nothing back. 'T is many years since, and I have never again seen the Kennebec, but remember it as a stream of noble character. It was the first river I ever sailed up, realizing all which that emblem discloses of life. Greater still would the charm have been to sail downward along an unknown stream, seeking not a home, but a ship upon the ocean. Newbury, Oct. 18, 1840.—It rained, and the day was pale and sorrowful, the thick-fallen leaves even shrouded the river. We went out in the boat, and sat under the bridge. The pallid silence, the constant fall of the rain and leaves, were most soothing, life had been for many weeks so crowded with thought and feeling, pain and pleasure, rapture and care. Nature seemed gently to fold us in her matron's mantle. On such days the fall of the leaf does not bring sadness,— only meditation. Earth seemed to
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 11 (search)
if I pleased, and I mean to go once or twice, for Manzoni seems to like to talk with me. Rome, Oct., 1847.—Leaving Milan, I went on the Lago Maggiore, and afterward into Switzerland. Of this tour I should have whatever is hers. I take great pleasure in her friendship. to R. W. E. Rome, Oct. 28, 1847.—I am happily settled for the winter, quite by myself, in a neat, tranquil apartment inusand Romans passed in battle array amid these fragments of the great time. to R. F. F Rome, Oct. 29, 1847.—I am trying to economize,— anxious to keep the Roman expenses for six months within thes; they are the curse of life. I find myself so happy here, alone and free. to M. S. Rome, Oct. 1847.—I arrived in Rome again nearly a fortnight ago, and all mean things were forgotten in the —I feel the inexhaustibleness of nature, and console myself for my own incapacities. Florence, Oct. 14, 1849.—Weary in spirit, with the deep disappointments of the last year, I wish to dwel