Yesterdays in a Busy LifeHarper, 1918 - 427 sivua The reminiscences of one of America's first women interior and textile designers, from her childhood in Delhi, New York, and early years of marriage in Brooklyn to her final home in Georgia. |
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afterward American amusing Anders Zorn anti-rent war asked baby beautiful became blue Brooklyn brother brought Bryant called CANDACE WHEELER charming child Clemens color Cooper Cooper Union Cooperstown course Custer daughter dear decoration delightful dollars Dora Wheeler dream English experience face father felt friends garden Gilder girl hand happy human husband interest knew lady Launt Thompson Laurence Hutton letters lived Long Island looked Lowell Mark Twain married Mary Mapes Dodge mind Miss morning mother mountain neighbor Nestledown never night Onteora painted painters perhaps Peter Cooper phaëton pleasant portrait remember road seemed sitting society soul story Street studio summer talk tell things thought Thurber tion told voice walk Walter Crane wife winter woman Woman's Building women wonderful York young Zorn
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Sivu 305 - Asleep, awake, by night or day The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And garner up its fruit of tears. The waters know their own, and draw The brook that springs in yonder heights.
Sivu 159 - Right and left the caissons drew As the car went lumbering through, Quick succeeding in review Squadrons military ; Sunburnt men with beards like frieze, Smooth-faced boys, and cries like these, — "US San. Com.
Sivu 304 - Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind nor tide nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For, lo! my own shall come to me.
Sivu 129 - So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Sivu 304 - gainst time or fate. For, lo ! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me ; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And garner up its fruit of tears. The waters know their own and draw The brook...
Sivu 271 - They rested there, escaped awhile From cares that wear the life away, To eat the lotus of the Nile And drink the poppies of Cathay...
Sivu 46 - The sire turns o'er wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!
Sivu 160 - ... In such cheer it struggled on Till the battle front was won : Then the car, its journey done, Lo ! was stationary ; And where bullets whistling fly Came the sadder, fainter cry, "Help us, brothers, ere we die, — Save us, Sanitary !
Sivu 337 - Warm summer sun, Shine kindly here; Warm southern wind, Blow softly here; Green sod above, Lie light, lie light; Good night, dear heart, Good night, good night.