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George Parsons Lathrop
George Parsons Lathrop (1851–1898) was an American poet, novelist, and editor known for his literary contributions in the late 19th century. He is particularly noted for his novel "An Echo of Passion" and his editing of "The Atlantic Monthly". Lathrop was married to Rose Hawthorne, the daughter of renowned American author Nathaniel Hawthorne, and he collaborated with her on several literary projects. In his later years, Lathrop became active in the Catholic Church and focused on religious writings before his death in 1898.
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POINT OF VIEW. This book was not designed as a biography, but is rather a portrait. And, to speak more carefully still, it is not so much this, as my conception of what a portrait of Hawthorne should be. For I cannot write with the authority of one who had known him and had been formally intrusted with the task of describing his life. On the other hand, I do not enter upon this attempt as a mere...
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STRIKE HANDS, YOUNG MEN! Strike hands, young men!We know not whenDeath or disaster comes,Mightier than battle-drumsTo summon us away.Death bids us say farewellTo all we love, nor stayFor tears;—and who can tellHow soon misfortune's handMay smite us where we stand,Dragging us down, aloof,Under the swift world's hoof? Strike hands for faith, and powerTo gladden the passing hour;To...
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WINDFALLS. ROSE AND ROOF-TREE. O wayward rose, why dost thou wreathe so high, Wasting thyself in sweet-breath'd ecstasy? "The pulses of the wind my life uplift, And through my sprays I feel the sunlight sift; "And all my fibres, in a quick consent Entwined, aspire to fill their heavenward bent. "I feel the shaking of the far-off sea, And all things growing blend their life with...
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