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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall) | 7 | 3 | Browse | Search |
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson | 5 | 1 | Browse | Search |
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Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899 | 3 | 1 | Browse | Search |
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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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Browsing named entities in Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall). You can also browse the collection for Anne Whitney or search for Anne Whitney in all documents.
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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Miss Anne Whitney . (search)
To Miss Anne Whitney. 1878.
You were right in your prediction about your poems.
Many of them are too metaphysical for my simple, practical mind.
I cannot soar so high, or dive so deep; so I stand looking and wondering where you have gone, like a cow watching a bird or a dolphin.
A wag said that when Emerson was in Egypt, the Sphinx said to him, You're another.
I imagine the Sphinx would address you in the same way. I find great beauty in the poems; and of those which I do not understand, I say, as was said of Madame de Stael, Would that the Pythoness were less inspired, or I more intelligent.
My favorites are the Cyba, the Yaguey, the Prospect, and Evening ; all of them, you see, characterized by the plainness of their meaning.
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Miss Anne Whitney . (search)
To Miss Anne Whitney. Wayland, June, 1879.
I am glad you had such a pleasant evening with Garrison.
He has been a singularly fortunate man. Fortunate in accomplishing his purposes; fortunate in drawing around him the best spirits of his time; fortunate in having an amiable, sympathizing wife; fortunate in having excellent, devoted children, whose marriages have suited him, and who have lived in proximity to him; fortunate in having his energies developed by struggle in early life; fortunate in later years in being at ease in his worldly circumstances; and most fortunate of all in dying before his mind became weakened.
Death will be to him merely passing out of one room filled with friends into another room still more full of friends.
It is wonderful how one mortal may affect the destiny of a multitude.
I remember very distinctly the first time I ever saw Garrison.
I little thought then that the whole pattern of my life-web would be changed by that introduction.
I was the
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Mrs. S. B. Shaw . (search)
To Mrs. S. B. Shaw. 1880.
I wish you could see Miss Whitney's Sam. Adams.
I never saw an image so full of life; not even the Minute Man at Concord.
An acquaintance sent a very human-looking doll to a little friend, five years old. When a neighbor exclaimed, What a pretty doll!
the child said, You mustn't call it doll, it's a little girl.
She can't walk and talk now, but she will by and by.
When I returned from Miss Whitney's studio, I was asked, How did you like the statue?
I replied,s.
I never saw an image so full of life; not even the Minute Man at Concord.
An acquaintance sent a very human-looking doll to a little friend, five years old. When a neighbor exclaimed, What a pretty doll!
the child said, You mustn't call it doll, it's a little girl.
She can't walk and talk now, but she will by and by.
When I returned from Miss Whitney's studio, I was asked, How did you like the statue?
I replied, You must not call it a statue, it's a man. It will walk and talk by and by.
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), Index. (search)