The Early Years of the Saturday Club, 1855-1870 |
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admirable Agassiz American Appleton Atlantic beautiful Benjamin Peirce born Boston Brimmer Cabot Cambridge Charles Charles Francis Adams Charles Sumner charm Concord Dana death delightful dinner Dutch Republic Dwight Emerson England Europe eyes father feel Felton Fields Forbes Frederick Hedge friends gave genial guest happy Harvard Hawthorne Henry Henry James Holmes Holmes's honour human interesting James John John Sullivan Dwight John Torrey Morse journal Judge Hoar knew later lectures letter literary lived Longfellow Lowell Lowell's Massachusetts meeting memory mind Motley Motley's nature neighbour never Norton occasion Oliver Wendell Holmes Parker Peirce pleasant poem poet Prescott President Professor Saturday Club scholar seemed society story Street Sumner talk tell things thought tion told verses Ward Whipple Whittier William Hickling Prescott Woodman words writing wrote Wyman young youth
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Page 128 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : " Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God.
Page 198 - I believe that to have interfered as I have done - as I have always freely admitted I have done - in behalf of His despised poor was not wrong, but right. Now, if it is deemed necessary that I should forfeit my life for the furtherance of the ends of justice, and mingle my blood further with the blood of my children and with the blood of millions in this slave country whose rights are disregarded by wicked, cruel, and unjust enactments - I submit; so let it be done!
Page 403 - THOU hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows; I see from far thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for thy repose. My heart is pained ; nor can it be At rest, till it find rest in thee.
Page 311 - Stainless soldier on the walls, Knowing this, — and knows no more, — Whoever fights, whoever falls, Justice conquers evermore, Justice after as before, — And he who battles on her side, God, though he were ten times slain, Crowns him victor glorified, Victor over death and pain...
Page 285 - The Spirit of the LORD is upon Me, Because He has anointed Me to preach the gospel to the poor. He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, To preach deliverance to the captives And recovery of sight to the blind, To set at liberty those who are oppressed, To preach the acceptable year of the LORD.
Page 198 - I believe that to have interfered as I have done, as I have always freely admitted I have done, in behalf of His despised poor, was not wrong but right. Now, if it is deemed necessary that I should forfeit my life for the furtherance of the ends of justice and mingle my blood further with the blood of my children and with the blood of millions in this slave country, whose rights are disregarded by wicked, cruel, and unjust enactments, I submit. So let it be done.
Page 444 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Page 179 - ON the library wall of one of the most famous writers of America, there hang two crossed swords, which his relatives wore in the great War of Independence. The one sword was gallantly drawn in the service of the king, the other was the weapon of a brave and honoured republican soldier. The possessor of the harmless trophy has earned for himself a name alike honoured in his ancestors' country and his own, where genius such as his has always a peaceful welcome.
Page 302 - I break your bonds and masterships, And I unchain the slave : Free be his heart and hand henceforth As wind and wandering wave.
Page 339 - How beautiful it was, that one bright day In the long week of rain ! Though all its splendor could not chase away The omnipresent pain. The lovely town was white with appleblooms, And the great elms o'erhead Dark shadows wove on their aerial looms Shot through with golden thread. Across the meadows, by the gray old manse, The historic river flowed : I was as one who wanders in a...