A hundred and fifty years ago famine in Ireland fostered a desperate, unprecedented mass migration to America. Neither country has been the same since.
Many Americans, Hemingway among them, thought him a solemn prig. But Emerson’s biographer discovers a man who found strength and music in the language of the streets.
The idealists who founded this Utopian colony were singularly well versed in mystical philosophy— and singularly ignorant about farming
Sixth in a series of paintings for AMERICAN HERITAGE
On a new bridge that arched the flood Their toes by April freezes curled, There the embattled committee stood, Beset, it seemed, by half the world.