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Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 1 (search)
retire to write a little while in my journal, exercises on what I have read, or a series of characteristics which I am filling up according to advice. Thus, you see, I am learning Greek, and making acquaintance with metaphysics, and French and Italian literature. How, you will say, can I believe that my indolent, fanciful, pleasure-loving pupil, perseveres in such a course? I feel the power of industry growing every day, and, besides the all-powerful motive of ambition, and a new stimulusiate practical success that Edgeworth has. I met with a parallel the other day between Byron and Rousseau, and had a mind to send it to you, it was so excellent. Cambridge, Jan. 10, 1827.—As to my studies, I am engrossed in reading the elder Italian poets, beginning with Berni, from whom I shall proceed to Pulci and Politian. I read very critically. Miss Francis Lydia Maria Child. and I think of reading Locke, as introductory to a course of English metaphysics, and then De Stael on Lo
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 2 (search)
rom which he conceives of the whole, shall continually burst forth before him in new and fairer forms. Let this fresh spiritual youth never grow old within him; let no form become fixed and rigid; let each sunrise bring him new joy and love in his vocation, and larger views of its significance. Fichte. of Margaret's studies while at Cambridge, I knew personally only of the German. She already, when I first became acquainted with her, had become familiar with the masterpieces of French, Italian and Spanish literature. But all this amount of reading had not made her deep-learned in books and shallow in herself; for she brought to the study of most writers a spirit and genius equal or superior,—so far, at least, as the analytic understanding was concerned. Every writer whom she studied, as every person whom she knew, she placed in his own class, knew his relation to other writers, to the world, to life, to nature, to herself. Much as they might delight her, they never swept her
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 4 (search)
as already rich in friends, rich in experiences, rich in culture. She was well read in French, Italian, and German literature. She had learned Latin and a little Greek. But her English reading wasle, with a mind as high, and more mathematically exact, drawn by taste to Greek, as Margaret to Italian genius, tempted to do homage to Margaret's flowing expressive energy, but still more inclined believed this. I found the stanza in question; admire its meaning beauty. I hope you have Italian enough to appreciate the singular perfection in expression. If not, look to Fairfax's Jerusaleossesses it. We can only say, I have it, he has it. You have seen it often in the eyes of those Italian faces you like. It is most obvious in the eye. As we look on such eyes, we think on the tiger,on, and challenges a criticism to which I am not sure that I am, as the Germans say, gewachsen. Italian, as well as German, I learned by myself, unassisted, except as to the pronunciation. I have ne
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), Appendix. (search)
ympathy for Italians. She would hear the poor man with his organ, and invariably give; which made the street of my brother's residence quite a common resort for these poor sons and daughters of the land of music. She also visited the suffering Italian women in their homes of penury, more, perhaps, than those of other poor, though she delighted to lend to the Lord by bestowing her widow's mite to the destitute of whatever kindred and nation. We notice in the above narrative that mother had air Freedom in his native land,— Alas! that ocean's waves o'er him should roll, Ere he could view, in peace, Columbia's strand. And that sweet ‘bud of promise,’ whose fair bloom, Evoked from out thy paradise of love, Once made so fragrant thine Italian home, He, too, went with thee to the land above. An undivided circle! nevermore Will tears of sad farewell your cheeks bedew; For on that other, that celestial shore, Our God unites for aye pure hearts and true. Margaret! thy name hath long be<
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), VI. Jamaica Plain. (search)
ant consciousness of life ever influent from the All-Living. A few passages from her papers will best illustrate this proneness to rapture. My tendency is, I presume, rather to a great natural than to a deep religious life. But though others may be more conscientious and delicate, few have so steady a faith in Divine Love. I may be arrogant and impetuous, but I am never harsh and morbid. May there not be a mediation, rather than a conflict, between piety and genius? Greek and Jew, Italian and Saxon, are surely but leaves on one stern, at last. I am in danger of giving myself up to experiences till they so steep me in ideal passion that the desired goal is forgotten in the rich present. Yet I think I am learning how to use life more wisely. Forgive me, beautiful ones, who earlier learned the harmony of your beings,—with whom eye, voice, and hand are already true to the soul! Forgive me still some lispings and stammerings of the passionate age. Teach me,—me, also,—<
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 11 (search)
imple features, they are more honest and manly than Italian men are found in the thoroughfares; their talk is nlse. I had made a good visit to Vicenza; a truly Italian town, with much to see and study. But all other pter many years' sojourn, betray entire ignorance of Italian literature and Italian life beyond what is attainabItalian life beyond what is attainable in a month's passage through the thoroughfares. However, they did show, this time, a becoming spirit, and el, have seen, thought, spoken, dreamed only what is Italian. I have learned much, received many strong and cle interpret for them, as the nurses knew nothing but Italian, and many of these poor men were suffering, because, true, and noble man. One of my most highly prized Italian friends, also, Marchioness Arconati Visconti, of Miity. But if her rooms were less characteristically Italian, they were the more comfortable, and, though small,riends of Madame Ossoli that the last months of her Italian life were cheered by all the light that communion w
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 12 (search)
h lay waiting for her company. Yet, even then, dark presentiments so overshadowed Margaret, that she passed one anxious hour more in hesitation, before she could resolve to go on board. But Captain Hasty was so fine a model of the New England seaman, strong-minded, prompt, calm, decided, courteous; Mrs. Hasty was so refined, gentle, and hospitable; both had already formed so warm an attachment for the little family, in their few interviews at Florence and Leghorn; Celeste Paolini, a young Italian girl, who had engaged to render kindly services to Angelino, was so lady-like and pleasing; their only other fellow-passenger, Mr. Horace Sumner, of Boston, was so obliging and agreeable a friend; and the good ship herself looked so trim, substantial, and cheery, that it seemed weak and wrong to turn back. They embarked; and, for the first few days, all went prosperously, till fear was forgotten. Soft breezes sweep them tranquilly over the smooth bosom of the Mediterranean; Angelino sits