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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, chapter 8 (search)
yoke which Christopher North at one time imposed on Edinburgh. This was still more true of others just outside the circle,--Motley, Parkman, Thoreau,--and in this way the essential variety in unity was secured. Then there were other men, almost equally gifted, who touched the circle, or might have touched it but that they belonged to the class of which Emerson says, Of what use is genius if its focus be a little too short or a little too long? --Alcott, Ellery Channing, Weiss, Wasson, Brownlee Brown, each of whom bequeathed to posterity only a name, or some striking anecdote or verse, instead of a well-defined fame. It is an embarrassment, in dealing with any past period of literary history, that we have to look at its participants not merely as they now seem, but as they appeared in their day, and we must calculate their parallax. The men who in those years were actually creating American literature — creating it anew, that is, after the earlier and already subsiding impulse gi
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, Index. (search)
Harrison, 181. Blanc, Charles, 322. Blanc, Louis, 304, 305, 309, 316, 317, 318, 320, 321, 322. Boarding-schools, Dangers of, 22. Boccaccio, Giovanni, 77. Borel, General, 307. Boswell, James, 15. Bowditch, H. I., 176. Bowditch, Nathaniel, 50. Bowen, Francis, 53, 54. Boyesen, H. H., 314. Bremer, Fredrika, 011. Brentano, Bettine, 25, 92, 93. Briggs, the Misses, 119. Bright, John, 327. Brook Farm, 83, 84, 120. Brookline, Mass., summer life in, 81. Brown, Annie, 227. Brown, Brownlee, 169. Brown, C. B., 58. Brown, John, 155, 196-234, 240, 242, 243, 246, 327. Brown, Mrs., John, 227, 230. Brown, Madox, 289. Brown, Theophilus, 181. Browning, Robert, 66, 67, 202, 235, 272, 286. Brownson, Orestes, 97. Bryce, James, 97. Bull, Ole, 103. Burke, Edmund, 009, 356. Burleigh, C. C., 327. Burleigh, Charles, 118. Burlingame, Anson, 175. Burney, Fanny, 15. Burns, Anthony, 131, 157, 159, 162, 165, 166. Burns, Robert, 276. Butler, B. F., 337, 342. Butman A. ., 162
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 2: the Worcester period (search)
alls vespers or even-song ; the people meekly rebel a little, especially at the even-song, and pant for a sermon, but I think he will carry it through. ... I took tea with the Millses, some leading people in Sam's parish. Then he invited Brownlee Brown, who wrote the fine article in the last Atlantic, The ideal tendency, to come down from Newburg and dine with me, but he did not appear. I spent part of a day with Octavius Frothingham at Jersey City. Then I moused about New York a good dear unusually successful. No allusion was made to the morning's affair, though some of the same gentlemen who had denounced women in the morning were ready to flatter them in the evening. Worcester, 1853 Last week I had a queer evening with Mr. Brown [a neighbor]. I was to lecture at the Holden Lyceum, seven miles off, and he rode over with me. Calling at the house of [the Secretary, his wife timidly informed me that there was to be no lecture that night, she believed; her husband was away
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Index. (search)
266, 267. Atlantic Monthly, the, authors' dinner, 106-10, 112; editorship of, 111, 112; criticized, 112-14. Austin, William, 334. B Baltimore, Md., men killed at, 155. Barnum, P. T., 80, 81. Beecher, Henry Ward, description of, 45-48; compared with Parker, 46, 47, 53. Bigelow, Luther, 171, 175. Blackwell, Antoinette Brown, 111. Blackwell, Henry B., 60-63. Boston Authors' Club, 233. Bowens, the, of Baltimore, 165. Bradford, George P., 259, 260. Brook Farm, 14. Brown, Brownlee, 49. Brown, John, 77; family of, 84-88. Brown, Theophilus, 223. Brownings, the, in Venice, 30, 31, 315, 316; sketch of, 65, 66. Brownlow, Parson, 168, 169. Brush, George De Forest, 330. Bryce, James, at Newport, 229; at Oxford, 291, 2921. at Cambridge, 322. Buchanan, James, 77 Bull, Ole, 2, 11. Burleigh, Charles, 60-63. Burns, Anthony, case of, 68, 81. Butler, Gen. B. F., 156-58, 260. Butman affair, 66, 68, 69. C Cambridge, Mass., early society in; 1-3; two hu
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature, Chapter 10: forecast (search)
tance, with Longfellow's Hiawatha, Lowell's Commemoration Ode, Holmes's Chambered Nautilus, Whittier's Snow-bound, Mrs. Howe's Battle Hymn, Whitman's My Captain, Aldrich's Fredericksburg sonnet, Helen Jackson's Spinning, Thoreau's Smoke, Bayard Taylor's Song of the Camp, Emerson's Daughters of time, Burroughs's Serene I Fold my hands, Piatt's The morning Street, Mrs. Hooper's I slept and dreamed that life was beauty, Stedman's Thou art mine, Thou hast given thy word, Wasson's All's well, Brownlee Brown's Thalatta, Ellery Channing's To-morrow, Harriet Spofford's In a summer evening, Lanier's Marshes of Glynn, Mrs. Moulton's The closed gate, Eugene Field's Little boy Blue, John Hay's The Stirrup Cup, Forceythe Willson's Old Sergeant, Emily Dickinson's Vanished, Celia Thaxter's Sandpiper, and so on. All of these may not be immortal poems, but they are at least the boats which seem likely to bear the authors' names into the future. If it is hard to make individual predictions, when we t
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature, Index. (search)
ings, Josh, 242, 243. Bishop Blougram's apology, Brown. Blackburn, Senator, 235. Black penitents, 241. Blackwood's magazine, 157, 164. Blake, William, 211, 259. Bold Dragoon, Irving's, 90. Boone, Daniel, 237. Bowdoin College, 139, 140, 184. Bracebridge hall, Irving's, 86. Bradstreet, Anne, 9-13, 18. Bradstreet, Governor, 10. Brahminism, New England, 159. Bremer, Frederika, 245. Brevoort, Henry, 37. Brewster, Elder William, 139. Brook Farm Community, 168, 192. Brown, Brownlee, 264. Brown, Charles Brockden, 51, 69-78, 92, 142, 143. Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, 129. Browning, Robert, 68, 183, 215, 225, 229, 260-262, 265. Bryant, William Cullen, 81, 100-104. Buckingham, Joseph T., 93. Buel, Rev. J. W., 262. Bunker Hill, Battle of, 61, 135. Burns, Robert, 35, 36, 68, 69, 114, 152, 153. Burroughs, John, 264. Byrd, Col., William, 199. Byron, Lord, 277. Cabot, George, 46, 48. Caleb Williams, Godwin's, 72. Cantata, Lanier's, 224. Carlyle, Thomas
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, John Greenleaf Whittier, Chapter 12: Whittier the poet (search)
und in either of his companion authors. There is doubtless a dramatic movement, an onward sweep in Longfellow's Wreck of the Hesperus and Sir Humphrey Gilbert such as Whittier never quite attained, and the same may be true of the quiet, emotional touch in Longfellow's The fire of Driftwood ; nor was there ever produced in America, perhaps, any merely meditative poem of the sea so thoughtful and so perfect in execution as Holmes's The Chambered Nautilus. Among American poets less known, Brownlee Brown's Thalatta and Helen Jackson's Spoken were respectively beyond him in their different directions. But for the daily atmosphere and life, not so much of the sea as of the seaside, for the companionship of the sailor, the touch that makes the ocean like a larger and more sympathetic human being to those who dwell within its very sound, Whittier stands before them all; he is simply a companion to the sailor, as he is to the farmer and the hunter; and he weaves out of the life of each a poe
t-race, there lies at anchor, stripped and dismantled, a vessel which was excluded from the match, it is said, simply because neither of the three competitors would have had a chance against her. I like to look across the harbor at the graceful proportions of this uncrowned victor in the race she never ran; and to my eye her laurels are the most attractive. She seems a fit emblem of the genius that waits, while talent merely wins. Let me know, said that fine, but unappreciated thinker, Brownlee Brown,--let me know what chances a man has passed in contempt; not what he has made, but what he has refused to make, reserving himself for higher ends. All out-door work in winter has a cheerful look, from the triumph of caloric it implies; but I know none in which man seems to revert more to the lower modes of being than in searching for sea-clams. One may sometimes observe a dozen men employed in this way, on one of our beaches, while the cold wind blows keenly off shore, and the spray
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, XI (search)
on's fine poem, Bugle Notes, beginning,— Sweet-voiced Hope, thy fine discourse Foretold not half Life's good to me, will be, unless I greatly mistake, as lasting as the seventeenth-century poems among which it naturally ranks. The mere title, Some Lover's Clear Day, of Weiss's poem will endure, perhaps, after the verses themselves and all else connected with that unique and wayward personality are forgotten. It is many years since I myself wrote of that rare and unappreciated thinker, Brownlee Brown; and he is less known now than he was then; yet his poem on Immortality, preserved by Stedman and Hutchinson, is so magnificent that it cheapens most of its contemporary literature, and seems alone worth a life otherwise obscure. It is founded on Xenophon's well-known story of the soldiers of Cyrus's expedition. As soon as the men who were in the vanguard had climbed the hill and beheld the sea, they gave a great shout . . . crying qa/latta! qa/latta! The Cry of the ten thousand. I