https://www.archivalgossip.com/collection/files/original/41d9930cf7d75c5513251ba220463cfc.pdf f9d5e3bb070b7737ae137c6f89936914 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Cushmania Subject The topic of the resource Cushman, Charlotte Saunders, 1816-1876. Stebbins, Emma, 1815-1882. gossip Description An account of the resource A collection of archival material (letters, diaries, magazine clippings) collected from the Library of Congress, New York Public Library, and Philadelphia Historical Society that showcase the life of Charlotte Cushman, leading actress of the nineteenth century Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Library of Congress New York Public Library Philadelphia Historical Society Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1816-1876 Poem a piece of writing in which the words are arranged in separate lines, often ending in rhyme Text Any textual data included in the document [2973] Stanzas Addressed to Cxxxxxxxx Cxxxxxx I love the full and anthem swell of Ocean's sweeping wave, I love the soft and merry song where streamlet ripples +++; And many an hour of lonely bliss I've laid and dreamed away the weedy strand and grassy bank to hear such minstrels play. But I have heard thy ready speech yield music that exceeds The solemn bass among the rocks the treble in the seeds; And I have learnt to love still more the language of thy tones, I have billows chiming round the cliff the booklet o'er the stones. I love the broad and bright expanse of summer's glowing sky, Where honest I light and beaming truth are seen by every eye; I love that wide and spreading truth earth the fresh and shining plain All beautiful with rainbow bloom, and stored with harvest grain. But I have seen thy open brow, and marked a presence there [2973 reverse] A spirit like the azure noon +++ dazzling, strong and fair; And I have learnt to love that +++ where dullest gaze can find The sick and vernal flowers of soul the lasting fruits of mind. +++ grateful in its greeting is west wind on my cheek; And many a time I've wondered forth the balmy touch to seek; And blessed are the greenwood +++ that strech upon my way Holding me in their fragrant +++ as though they have me stay; But I have met thy earnest have held forth in Friendship's bond It was the herald of the heart. +++ clinging, close and fond; The breeze may seek with roses +++ the sweetest tendrils clutch, I know a dearer stealing breath I know a dearer touch. I love the shade of twilight's +++ when daisies go to rest, When the sound moon bedecks +++ +++ the pale star gems the +++ I love the deep and placid tint +++ stains then ruin wall, The colours of Time's mourning +++ the one hue blending all. [2974] But I have looked into thine eye, and seen a tinge of grey More soft and mellow than the veil worn by departing day; [Tis[?] darker than the crumbling stone but oh! its glances pour a flushing ray into my breast it never felt before. I will not praise as others praise thou need'st it not from me, Thy genius has won its meed, and Fame is crowning thee; I care not that my lip should tell what every lip tells o'er, The rudest spirit owns thy spelt, and mine can do no more. I held thee closely ere I knew thy gift was rare and great, My being was enlinked with thine by some entransing fate and now I bow not to thee as the million gazers nod, To them thou art an incense pyre to me a "household god" Sleep is a tyrant king in might— none can resist his way But yet how gentle are the means by which he wins way. So thou hast +++, all absolute to +++ my inmost soul. But yet how calm, how dream like is the strength of thy control [2974 reverse] There are sealed pages in my heart traced with illumined hand, That none can see, and if they did oh who would understand? But thou, by some strange sympathy hast thrown a searching look; and read at sight the hardest scroll indorsed within the book. I love thee with a free born will that no rude force can break. Thou lovest me. I know thou dost. and for my own poor sake; and though the coward's barque is Launched it can but vainly flit While we may smile to watch the aim too meanly weak to hit[?]. Time rears the trodden acorn cup into the giant stem, Time guards within the roughest shell the pure and swelling gem, Envy would crush affection's germ, +++ scorn Truth's rugged place, But Time will show that both will +++ still gaining might and grace I've staked my faith upon thy +++ it will not cheat my hope. I cling to it as [illegible, crossed out] trustingly sailor to the rope; For God has e'er been good to me, +++ where I once believed.      x [2975]x I never found my spirit left  despairing and deceived. Full many a year may be in store before every grave is heaped, Perchance the rod may cover me before the corn is reaped: But then or now thy form will be among the few dear things, Binding my soul to earthly joys — teaching that Death has stings. Fair is the sunny branch above fair is the grass around, and fair the wild flowers fresh and sweet to Nature's forehead bound But how much fairer would they seem if thou wert here to share The old elm's shade — the sodded bank — the bright and perfumed air I hou'lt wonder from me far and long, but promise I shall be Remembered by thee as a bird thinks of its nesting tree; Oh, promise thou will heed my name as long as I heed thine, and Friendship's hand shall care them both upon her firmest shrine, Eliza Cook. From The name and email address of the person sending the email Cook, Eliza, 1818-1889 To The name(s) and email address(es) of the person to whom the email was sent Cushman, Charlotte Saunders, 1816-1876 Admin Comment Comments for further research, pending questions, tasks that still have to be completed Easley (2018): This one was also published in Weekly Dispatch (June 1846)  --> no access republished in Eliza Cook's Journal 1853 Secondary Texts: Comments Secondary sources that have explicitly commented on the respective item or raised important concerns/questions that are of interest "For those in Cook’s social circle, the identity of C*** C*** was no mystery, and for them, the poem must have seemed like a public declaration of same-sex devotion and perhaps desire" (Easley 2018, p. 38) Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poem by Eliza Cook to Charlotte Cushman, June, 1846 Description An account of the resource A love letter from Cook devoted to Cushman, addressed to C******** C****** but obvious to those in her social circle. The poem is published in the Weekly Dispatch on June 14, 1846. <h3>Credit</h3> <a href="https://www.loc.gov/">Library of Congress</a>, Charlotte Cushman Papers, Manuscript Division, Library of Congress, Washington, D.C. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Cook, Eliza, 1818-1889 Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived LoC, CCP 10: 2973-2975 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1846-05 Type The nature or genre of the resource Reference Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 0331 admirers love press coverage same-sex attraction