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Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), VI. Jamaica Plain. (search)
oing good than for fortune and success,—more for the one risen from the dead than for fleshly life,—more for the Being in whom we live and move than for King Agrippa. Among this band of candidates for the mad-house, I found the young poet who valued insight of nature's beauty, and the power of chanting to his fellow-men a heavenly music, above the prospect of fortune, political power, or a standing in fashionable society. At the division of the goods of this earth, he was wandering like Schiller's poet. But the difference between American and German regulations would seem to be, that in Germany the poet, when not with Jove, is left at peace on earth; while here he is, by a self-constituted police, declared mad. Another of this band was the young girl who, early taking a solemn view of the duties of life, found it difficult to serve an apprenticeship to its follies. She could not turn her sweetness into manner, nor cultivate love of approbation at the expense of virginity of he
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 9 (search)
the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away,— Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie; As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. Shakspeare. [Sonnet LXXIII.] Aber zufrieden mit stillerem Ruhme, Brechen die Frauen des Augenblick's Blume, Nahren sie sorgsam mit liebendem Fleiss, Freier in ihrem gebundenen Wirken, Reicher als er in des Wissens Bezirken Und in der Dichtung unendlichem Kreiz. Schiller Not like to like, but like in difference; . Yet in the long years liker must they grow,— The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, More as the double-natured poet each; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words. Tenny
Elizabeth Cary Agassiz, Louis Agassiz: his life and correspondence, third edition, Chapter 4: 1829-1830: Aet. 22-23. (search)
e to come. Agassiz is to stay till the end of the month; during this time he will give us lectures in anatomy, and I shall learn a good deal of zoology. Beside all this one thing is certain; namely, that we can review our medical work much more quietly and uninterruptedly here than in Carlsruhe. Add to this, the advantage we enjoy here of visiting the hospitals. . . . The time passes delightfully with us of late, for Agassiz has received several baskets of books from Cotta, among others, Schiller's and Goethe's complete works, the Conversations-Lexicon, medical works, and works on natural history. How many books a man may receive in return for writing only one! They are, of course, deducted from his share of the profits. Yesterday we did nothing but read Goethe the whole day. A brief account of Agassiz's university life, dictated by himself, may fitly close the record of this period. He was often urged to put together a few reminiscences of his life, but he lived so intense
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, X (search)
, that we greatly err in supposing that Goethe's early fame bore much comparison with his deserts. He was, indeed, praised for Werther and Gotz von Berlichingen, but the romances of August La Fontaine were in equal demand, and the latter, being a voluminous writer, was much more in men's mouths. The poets of the period were Wieland and Ramler; and Kotzebue and Iffland ruled the stage. Even forty years ago, I remember well, it was considered an open subject of discussion whether Goethe or Schiller was the greater name; and Professor Felton of Harvard University took the pains to translate a long history of German literature by Menzel, the one object of which was to show that Goethe was quite a secondary figure, and not destined to any lasting reputation. It was one of the objections to Margaret Fuller, in the cultivated Cambridge circle of that day, that she spoke disrespectfully of Menzel in the Dial, and called him a Philistine—the first introduction into English, so far as I kno
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, XXI (search)
ere born into it, and grew up under it. Byron had as much to do with creating it as any one in England; but more probably it goes back to Rousseau in France; hardly, I should think to Petrarch, to whom Lowell is disposed to attribute it, and who certainly exerted very little influence in the way of sentimentality on his friend Chaucer. But the Byronic atmosphere certainly spread to Germany, as may be seen by the place conceded to that poet in Goethe's Faust; although Goethe's Werther, and Schiller's Die Rauber showed that the tendency itself was at one time indigenous everywhere. In England, Bulwer and the younger Disraeli aimed to be prose Byrons; and in Moore and Mrs. Hemans, followed by Mrs. Norton and L. E. L., we see the sentimental spirit in successive degrees of dilution. All the vocal music of forty or fifty years ago —when the great German composers were but just beginning to make their power felt in this country—was of an intensely sentimental description; delightfully
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, XXII (search)
how far this concentration is really due to the exceptional greatness of the subject, and how far to the tendency of genius to draw to itself all the floating materials of the time, to drain its best intellects, to reflect its best impulses. Dante, of all great writers, is the least explainable in this way; but in the case of Shakespeare, of Voltaire, of Goethe, it is obvious enough. The last named was always ready to admit his own obligations, not merely to his own fellow-countrymen, as Schiller, but to Englishmen and Frenchmen; and was profoundly moved on receiving the first French version of his Faust, from the thought of the profound influence exercised by Voltaire and his great contemporaries over him as over the whole civilized world. Humbler men are constantly obliged to recognize how they themselves have been fed and nourished by those lowlier still; and we may be very sure that the greatest are formed in the same way, and draw from many obscure and even inexplicable source
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, Index (search)
S., 117, 169, 171, 172, 174. Posterity, a contemporaneous, 51. Precision, weapons of, 192. Prescott, W. H., 59. Q. Quincy, Edmund, 22. Quintilian, 232. R. Racine, Jean, 92. Ramler, C. W., 90. Raphael da Urbino, 188. Rainsford, W. S., 79. Richter, J. P. F., 182. Rollo Books, the, 180. Roscoe, William, 216. Russell, W. Clark, 202. Ruskin, John, 53, 97, 114, 187 197, 206. Rousseau, J. J., 179. S. Sala, G. A., 203. Sand, George, 56. Scherer, Edmond, 5. Schiller, J. C. F. von, 90, 179, 189. Scott. Sir Walter, 10, 15, 46, 94. Scudder, S. H., 73. Self-depreciation, the trick of, 206. Sentimental, decline of the, 178. Seward, Anna, 218. Shadow of Europe, the, 27. Shakespeare, William, 16, 21, 48, 52, 186, 188, 189, 191. Shelley, P. B., 190. Sheridan, P. H., 47, 123. Sidney, Sir, Philip, 83. Slavery, Emerson's poem on, 8. Sly, Christopher, 213. Smith, Goldwin, 3. Southey, Robert, 217. Spencer, Herbert, 216. Spenser, Edmund, 18
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), General Beauregard's report of the battle of Drury's Bluff. (search)
dawn of Earth's funeral day, When at the Archangel's trumpet and tread Rise up the faces and forms of the dead, When the great world its last judgment awaits, When the blue sky shall swing open its gates, And one long column march silently through, Past the Great Captain for final review; Then for the blood that has flowed for the right, Crowns shall spring upward, untarnished and bright: Then the glad ear of the war-martyr's son Proudly shall hear the glad tidings, Well done! And with Schiller, we conclude: Brothers, God grant, when this life is o'er, In the life to come we may meet once more. A reminiscence of the Christmas of 1861. By W. F. Shippey. It was Christmas day in the year 1861. A party of officers and soldiers of the old First Virginia Cavalry, then encamped near Bull Run, had assembled to celebrate the day at Stuart's Tavern, on the Little River Turnpike. The party was composed of Captain Jas. H. Drake, Captain Irving, Lieutenant Larrick, Dave and Gash
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The Washington Artillery. (search)
s Head will serve to strengthen in us our memories and associations of the past. And to our children it will speak most eloquently of the past battles of their sires, of our struggles, of our victories and our defeats, of our living and of our gallant dead. Our cross of honor it shall be unto the great Resurrection Morn. And When the long years have rolled slowly away Even to the dawn of Earth's funeral day, When at the Archangel's trumpet and tread Rise up the faces and forms of the dead, When the great world its last judgment awaits, When the blue sky shall swing open its gates, And one long column march silently through, Past the Great Captain for final review; Then for the blood that has flowed for the right, Crowns shall spring upward, untarnished and bright: Then the glad ear of the war-martyr's son Proudly shall hear the glad tidings, Well done! And with Schiller, we conclude: Brothers, God grant, when this life is o'er, In the life to come we may meet once more.
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899, Chapter 4: home life: my father (search)
Joseph Green Cogswell, founder and principal of Round Hill School, at which my three brothers had been among his pupils. The school, a famous one in its day, was now finally closed. Our new guest was an accomplished linguist, and possessed an admirable power of imparting knowledge. With his aid, I resumed the German studies which I had already begun, but in which I had made but little progress. Under his tuition, I soon found myself able to read with ease the masterpieces of Goethe and Schiller. Rev. Leonard Woods, son of a well-known pastor of that name, was a familiar guest at my father's house. He took some interest in my studies, and at length proposed that I should become a contributor to the Theological Review, of which he was editor at that time. I undertook to furnish a review of Lamartine's Jocelyn, which had recently appeared. When I had done my best with this, Dr. Cogswell went over the pages with me very carefully, pointing out defects of style and arrangement.
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