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Frankenstein (Rheinland-Pfalz, Germany) (search for this): chapter 8
It has also been set to music many times, but never successfully. It is inseparably wedded to the air for which it was written, an air simple, martial, and dignified: no attempt to divorce the two could ever succeed. From the time of writing it to that of her death, she was constantly besieged by requests for autograph copies of part or the whole of the hymn. Sometimes the petitioners realized what they asked, as when Edmund Clarence Stedman wrote:-- I can well understand what a Frankenstein's monster such a creation grows to be — such a poem as the Battle Hymn, when it has become the sacred scroll of millions, each one of whom would fain obtain a copy of it. Reasonable or unreasonable, she tried to meet every such request; no one can ever know how many times she copied the hymn, but if a record had been kept, some one with a turn for multiplication might tell us whether the lines put together made up a mile, or more, or less. She wrote many other poems of the war, am
Cuba, N. Y. (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
odore Parker, already stricken with a mortal disease, was ordered to Cuba in the hope that a mild climate might check the progress of the conse four sailed for Havana. This expedition is described in A trip to Cuba. The opening chapter presents three of the little party during thhe pathetic words from Pere La Chaise: Implora Pace. The trip to Cuba was only the beginning of a long voyage for the Parkers, who were boe little fife shut up for the remainder of the evening. A trip to Cuba appeared first serially in the Atlantic Monthly, then in book form. Years after, a friend, visiting Cuba, took with her a copy of the little volume; it was seized at Havana by the customs house officers, and cing good about him, but shall say something at the end of my book on Cuba, whereof I am at present correcting the proof-sheets. I went to seembraced at parting, poor soul! Folks say that the last number of my Cuba is the best thing I ever did, in prose or verse. Even Emerson wrote
Fredericksburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
eep the twentieth, which will be the only one worth knowing ; and William H. Seward, looking singularly like a man who has balanced a chip on the fence, and who congratulates himself upon its remaining there ; saw, too, from the heights above Fredericksburg (within the danger line!), an artillery skirmish. Departing, she writes:-- Farewell, bristling heights! farewell, sad Fredericksburg! farewell, river of sorrows; farewell, soldiers death-determined, upon whose mournful sacrifice we muFredericksburg! farewell, river of sorrows; farewell, soldiers death-determined, upon whose mournful sacrifice we must shut unwilling eyes. Would it were all at end! the dead wept and buried, the living justified before God. For the deep and terrible secret of the divine idea still lies buried in the burning bosom of the contest. Suspected by the few, shunned by the many, it has not as yet leapt to light in the sight of all. This direful tragedy, in whose third dreary act we are, hangs all upon a great thought. To interpret this, through waste and woe, is the first moral obligation of the situation. ...
New England (United States) (search for this): chapter 8
not down. Stars have grown out of mortal crown. J. W. H. I honour the author of the Battle Hymn, and of The flag. She was born in the city of New York. I could well wish she were a native of Massachusetts. We have had no such poetess in New England. Emerson's Journals. In the winter of 1859 the Doctor's health became so much impaired by overwork that a change of air and scene was imperative. At the same time Theodore Parker, already stricken with a mortal disease, was ordered to Cuted into Italian, Spanish, and Armenian. Written in the dark on a scrap of Sanitary Commission paper, it has been printed in every imaginable form, from the beautiful parchment edition presented to the author on her seventieth birthday by the New England Woman's Club, down to the cover of a tiny brochure advertising a cure for consumption. It has also been set to music many times, but never successfully. It is inseparably wedded to the air for which it was written, an air simple, martial, an
Mount Auburn (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
ng the dear Christ, I am led along to have faith in immortal life, of which, dear, I know nothing of myself. Your little funeral, dear, was bitter and agonizing. The good God does not send affliction without comfort, but the weeping eyes and breaking heart must struggle through much anguish before they can reach it.. . . There was no hearse at this little funeral. The small white casket was placed on the front seat in the carriage in which she rode. We came near the gate of Mount Auburn, when I began to realize that the parting was very near. I now opened the casket, took your dear little cold hand in mine, and began to take silent farewell of you. And here, dearest child, I must stop. The remembrance of those last moments so cuts me to the heart, that I cannot say one word more about them, and not much about the life of loneliness and desolation which now began for me, and of which I do not see the end. God knows why I lost you, and how I suffer for you, and He knows
Concord (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
and heard Clarke preach about John Brown, whom God bless, and will bless! I am much too dull to write anything good about him, but shall say something at the end of my book on Cuba, whereof I am at present correcting the proof-sheets. I went to see his poor wife, who passed through here some days since. We shed tears together and embraced at parting, poor soul! Folks say that the last number of my Cuba is the best thing I ever did, in prose or verse. Even Emerson wrote me about it from Concord. I tell you this in case you should not find out of your own accord that it is good. I have had rather an unsettled autumn-have been very infirm and inactive, but have kept up as well as possible — going to church, also to Opera, also to hear dear Edwin Booth, who is playing better than ever. My children are all well and delightful.... I have finished Tacitus' history, also his Germans. ... Chev is not at all annoyed by the newspapers, but has been greatly overdone by anxiety and labo
Massachusetts (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
Chapter 8: little Sammy: the Civil War 1859-1863; aet. 40-44 There came indeed an hour of fate By bitter war made desolate When, reading portents in the sky, All in a dream I leapt on high To pin my rhyme to my country's gown. 'T is my one verse that will not down. Stars have grown out of mortal crown. J. W. H. I honour the author of the Battle Hymn, and of The flag. She was born in the city of New York. I could well wish she were a native of Massachusetts. We have had no such poetess in New England. Emerson's Journals. In the winter of 1859 the Doctor's health became so much impaired by overwork that a change of air and scene was imperative. At the same time Theodore Parker, already stricken with a mortal disease, was ordered to Cuba in the hope that a mild climate might check the progress of the consumption. He begged the Howes to join him and his wife, and in February the four sailed for Havana. This expedition is described in A trip to Cuba. The opening ch
New York (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
Chapter 8: little Sammy: the Civil War 1859-1863; aet. 40-44 There came indeed an hour of fate By bitter war made desolate When, reading portents in the sky, All in a dream I leapt on high To pin my rhyme to my country's gown. 'T is my one verse that will not down. Stars have grown out of mortal crown. J. W. H. I honour the author of the Battle Hymn, and of The flag. She was born in the city of New York. I could well wish she were a native of Massachusetts. We have had no such poetess in New England. Emerson's Journals. In the winter of 1859 the Doctor's health became so much impaired by overwork that a change of air and scene was imperative. At the same time Theodore Parker, already stricken with a mortal disease, was ordered to Cuba in the hope that a mild climate might check the progress of the consumption. He begged the Howes to join him and his wife, and in February the four sailed for Havana. This expedition is described in A trip to Cuba. The opening cha
Newport (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
copy of the little volume; it was seized at Havana by the customs house officers, and confiscated as dangerous and incendiary material. On her return, our mother was asked to write regularly for the New York Tribune, describing the season at Newport. This was the beginning of a correspondence which lasted well into the time of the Civil War. She says of it:-- My letters dealt somewhat with social doings in Newport and in Boston, but more with the great events of the time. To me the expNewport and in Boston, but more with the great events of the time. To me the experience was valuable in that I found myself brought nearer in sympathy to the general public, and helped to a better understanding of its needs and demands. To her sister Annie Sunday, November 6, 1859. The potatoes arrived long since and were most jolly, as indeed they continue to be. Did n't acknowledge them 'cause knew other people did, and thought it best to be unlike the common herd. Have just been to church and heard Clarke preach about John Brown, whom God bless, and will bless!
Havana, N. Y. (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
same time Theodore Parker, already stricken with a mortal disease, was ordered to Cuba in the hope that a mild climate might check the progress of the consumption. He begged the Howes to join him and his wife, and in February the four sailed for Havana. This expedition is described in A trip to Cuba. The opening chapter presents three of the little party during the rough and stormy voyage:-- The Philanthropist has lost the movement of the age,--keeled up in an upper berth, convulsivelyand the little fife shut up for the remainder of the evening. A trip to Cuba appeared first serially in the Atlantic Monthly, then in book form. Years after, a friend, visiting Cuba, took with her a copy of the little volume; it was seized at Havana by the customs house officers, and confiscated as dangerous and incendiary material. On her return, our mother was asked to write regularly for the New York Tribune, describing the season at Newport. This was the beginning of a correspondence
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