Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

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Portrait of Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Eliza Lee Cabot Follen,  Two Festivals

“ Grace, who was just going up stairs, stopped and listened. "I only hear the sea which strikes and rages against the rocks," said she.
"Let it beat as it will, it will not wake me," said John. "I am too weary."
Good nights were exchanged, and they all betook themselves to bed; and, in a quarter of an hour after, every one slept, rocked by the storm which roared around the tower, beat against the lighthouse, shook its thick glass, and sought in vain to reach the flame. The tempest increased from hour to hour. It rose in mountainous waves, and broke against the rocks with a tremendous noise.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Eliza Lee Cabot Follen,  Two Festivals

“ Harry quietly said to him, "Here, under this little tree, is a beautiful bed of violets, and there are anemones." Harry tasted of the pleasure of doing good for evil. The boy who had defended him walked by him, and talked kindly to him. "How good it was in you to show us the flowers!" said the little girl who had taken Harry's hand, and whose apron he had filled with flowers. How happy now was poor Harry!
All the children gathered that morning as many flowers as they desired. Some carried home only perishable earthly flowers in their hands; others, immortal flowers in their hearts.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Eliza Lee Cabot Follen,  Two Festivals

“ It whirled round and round, as if taken into one of those bottomless gulfs which the currents form around the rocks, and disappeared.
The group of shipwrecked sufferers, six men and five women, fell upon their knees at this awful moment. Suddenly they perceived the boat nearer to them than ever. It had rounded the reef, and gained a quieter sea. It was coming along the edge of the rock, which on that side sunk precipitately into the sea.
"Bless me," said the captain, "they are women."
"Angels come down from heaven to save us," cried a sailor.
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Source: Gutenberg

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