Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli: New York ; Europe ; HomewardR. Bentley, 1852 |
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... hand , with her bowed , trembling figure , and her emphatic nods , and her sweet blue eyes . They were bright to the last , though she was ninety . It is a great loss to mother , who felt a large place warmed in her heart by the fond ...
... hand , with her bowed , trembling figure , and her emphatic nods , and her sweet blue eyes . They were bright to the last , though she was ninety . It is a great loss to mother , who felt a large place warmed in her heart by the fond ...
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... the being led by the hand , I always feel that you will perform this office wisely and tenderly . We shall ever have perfect peace between us . Yours , in all love . ' " Margaret adds : - " It has been , and B 3 THE DAUGHTER . 9.
... the being led by the hand , I always feel that you will perform this office wisely and tenderly . We shall ever have perfect peace between us . Yours , in all love . ' " Margaret adds : - " It has been , and B 3 THE DAUGHTER . 9.
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... hand , ' I still rejoice , if any one can , in the true temper , and with well - founded hopes , secure a greater completeness of earthly existence . This fortune is as likely to be yours , as any one's I know . It seems to me dangerous ...
... hand , ' I still rejoice , if any one can , in the true temper , and with well - founded hopes , secure a greater completeness of earthly existence . This fortune is as likely to be yours , as any one's I know . It seems to me dangerous ...
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... hand that would be drawing beautiful lines must be always busy in brushing away , or comes this great vulture , and fastens his iron talons on the brain . " But at such times the soul rises up , like some fair child in whom sleep has ...
... hand that would be drawing beautiful lines must be always busy in brushing away , or comes this great vulture , and fastens his iron talons on the brain . " But at such times the soul rises up , like some fair child in whom sleep has ...
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... hand , and I am but the pro- phecy of a poet . Let me use , then , the slow pen . I will make no formal vow to the long - scorned Muse ; I assume no garland ; I dare not even dedicate myself as a novice ; I can promise neither patience ...
... hand , and I am but the pro- phecy of a poet . Let me use , then , the slow pen . I will make no formal vow to the long - scorned Muse ; I assume no garland ; I dare not even dedicate myself as a novice ; I can promise neither patience ...
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Page 2 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Page 75 - Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired ; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw...
Page 75 - I go to prove my soul! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not: but unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time!
Page 2 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
Page 1 - He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that dignifies humanity.
Page 97 - I was quite carried away with the rich flow of his discourse; and the hearty, noble earnestness of his personal being brought back the charm which once was upon his writing, before I wearied of it. I admired his Scotch, his way of singing his great, full sentences, so that each one was like the stanza of a narrative ballad.
Page 103 - He sings, rather than talks. He pours upon you a kind of satirical, heroical, critical poem, with regular cadences, and generally catching up, near the beginning, some singular epithet, which serves as a refrain when his song is full, or with which, as with a knitting needle, he catches up the stitches, if he has chanced, now and then, to let fall a row.