Letters of Celia ThaxterHoughton, Mifflin, 1895 - 232 páginas |
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47 State St Anethe Annie Fields Appledore beautiful birds bloom blossoms blue boat Bradford Torrey brother Celia Thaxter charming color creature dark dear little delicious delightful doors E. C. Hoxie Eichberg everything exquisite eyes Feroline flock flowers friends garden glad gone granna happy hear heard heart heaven heavenly hope human island Isles of Shoals John Weiss Julius Eichberg Karl kind Kittery Point letter Levi light live Lizzie look Miss morning mother never Newtonville night paint parlor piazza Piscataqua River poem Pompeii poor Portsmouth Rose Lamb round sails sandpipers Sarah Orne Jewett scarlet seems sings snow song sparrows sorry splendid Star Island stay storm summer sunset sweet tell thank things thought to-day watch weather White Island Whittier wind window winter wish wonder write yesterday you¹
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Página xviii - I GIVE you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball ; It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.
Página xiv - Deliciously, how twilight falls to-night Over the glimmering water, how the light Dies blissfully away, until I seem To feel the wind sea-scented on my cheek, To catch the sound of dusky flapping sail And dip of oars, and voices on the gale Afar off, calling low; — my name they speak!
Página 41 - Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Página xxiii - Better than a shopful of toys they were to me! Whence came their color? How did they draw their sweet, refreshing tint from the brown earth, or the limpid air, or the white light ? Chemistry was not at hand to answer me, and all her wisdom would not have dispelled the wonder.
Página 190 - It is the property of the religious sentiment to be the .most refining of all influences. No external advantages, no good birth or breeding, no culture of the taste, no habit of command, no association with the elegant, — even no depth of affection that does not rise to a religious sentiment, can bestow that delicacy and grandeur of bearing which belong only to a mind accustomed to celestial conversation.
Página iv - And all the pictures over which I dream are set in this framework of the sea, that sparkled and sang, or frowned and threatened, in the ages that are gone as it does to-day...
Página xxviii - ... fairy bugling of an oriole ; a scarlet tanager honors the place with half a day's sojourn, to be the wonder of all eyes; but commonly the swallows hold it in undisputed possession. The air is woven through and through with the gleam of their burnished wings and their clear, happy cries. They are so tame, knowing how well they are beloved, that they gather on the window-sills, twittering and fluttering, gay and graceful, turning their heads this way and that, eying you askance without a trace...
Página 221 - ... to her, and touching the whole with a fresh light. Perhaps she knew that it was a farewell ; but if it had been revealed to her, she could not have been more tender and loving in her spirit to the life around her. How suddenly it seemed at last that her days with us were ended ! She had been listening to music, had been reading to her little company, had been delighting in one of Appleton Brown's new pictures, and then she laid her down to sleep for the last time, and flitted away from her mortality....
Página xiv - BLACK lie the hills, swiftly doth daylight flee, And catching gleams of sunset's dying smile, Through the dusk land for many a changing mile The river runneth softly to the sea. O happy river, could I follow thee! O yearning heart, that never can be still! O wistful eyes, that watch the steadfast hill, Longing for level line of solemn sea...