the victory of the weak.
The late Sidney Lanier
, poet, critic, and musician, was a man of so high a tone in respect to refinement and purity that he might fitly be called the Sir Galahad
of American literature.
The man who, while already stricken with pulmonary disease, could serve for many months in the peculiarly arduous life of a Confederate cavalryman had some right to an opinion as to what constitutes true manhood, and his criticism on certain recent theories in this direction are peculiarly entitled to weight.
's lectures before the Johns Hopkins University at Baltimore
upon “The English
novel and its development” he has much to say upon what I may call the anti-kid-glove literature, which is really no better than the kid-glove literature, at which it affects to protest.
quotes the lines of a poet, “Fear grace, fear elegance, civilization, delicatesse
,” and again were this poet rejoices in America
because “here are the roughs, beards,... combativeness, and the like;” and shows how far were the founders of the republic — Washington