<p><span class="deck">Nathaniel was poor and sunk in his solitude; Sophia seemed a hopeless invalid, but a late-flower love gave them at last “a perfect Eden.”</span></p>
<p><span class="deck"> <span class="typestyle"> 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.</span> </span></p>
<p><span class="deck">The idealists who founded this utopian colony were singularly well-versed in mystical philosophy and singularly ignorant about farming.</span></p>
<p><span class="deck">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.</span></p>
<p><span class="deck">A hundred and fifty years ago, famine in Ireland fostered a desperate, unprecedented mass-migration to America. Neither country has been the same since.</span></p>
