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“Nothing here to go with me into the depths of myself. The sterile landscape, the wintry wind these gray wailing waters benumb me, or rouse me to deep melancholy.”

Conveying isolation and the failure of surroundings to answer inner needs · Letter to Margaret Sweat, December 1852

About Elizabeth Stoddard

Elizabeth Stoddard

6 May 1823–1 August 1902

On a spring day in 1823, in the small coastal village of Mattapoisett, Massachusetts, a child was born who would grow to become one of the most original and underappreciated voices in nineteenth-century American literature. Elizabeth Drew Barstow entered the world on May 6, in a town where the rhythms of the sea…

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