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Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 46 0 Browse Search
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Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 1 (search)
hy, no creation, but only his life, his Roman life felt in every pulse, realized in every gesture. The universal heaven takes in the Roman only to make us feel his individuality the more. The Will, the Resolve of Man!—it has been expressed,— fully expressed! I steadily loved this ideal in my childhood, and this is the cause, probably, why I have always felt that man must know how to stand firm on the ground, before he can fly. In vain for me are men more, if they are less, than Romans. Dante was far greater than any Roman, yet I feel he was right to take the Mantuan as his guide through hell, and to heaven. Horace was a great deal to me then, and is so still. Though his words do not abide in memory, his presence does: serene, courtly, of darting hazel eye, a selfsufficient grace, and an appreciation of the world of stern realities, sometimes pathetic, never tragic. He is the natural man of the world; he is what he ought to be, and his darts never fail of their aim. There i
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 4 (search)
ters, memoirs, and novels, and was a dear student of Dante and Petrarca, and knew German books more cordially tt almost on equal ground, of Homer and Aeschylus, of Dante and Petrarch, of Montaigne, of Calderon, of Goethe. n in life. They saw she valued earnest persons, and Dante. Petrarch, and Goethe, because they thought as she ush and leap, blind force for the sake of force. Dante, thou didst not describe, in all thy apartments bf Ith thee. The infinite Shakspeare, the stern Angelo, Dante,—bittersweet like thee,—are no longer seen in thy pr of the period,—the new vogue given to the genius of Dante. An edition of Cary's translation, reprinted in Bose Inferno. Margaret had very early found her way to Dante, and from a certain native preference which she feltstand the genius of the north better than I did. Dante, Petrarca, Tasso, were her friends among the old poe are disgusting, as are those of every writer except Dante. Even genius should content itself in dipping the p<
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), V. Conversations in Boston. (search)
welt upon the histrionic art as the most complete, its organ being the most flexible and powerful. She then spoke of life, as the art, of which these all were beautiful symbols; and said, in recurring to her opinions expressed last winter, of Dante and Wordsworth, that she had taken another view, deeper, and more in accordance with some others which were then expressed. She acknowledged that Wordsworth had done more to make all men poetical, than perhaps any other; that he was the poet of reflection; that where he failed to poetize his subject, his simple faith intimated to the reader a poetry that he did not find in the book. She admitted that Dante's Narrative was instinct with the poetry concentrated often in single words. She uttered her old heresies about Milton, however, unmodified. I do not remember the transition to modern poetry and Milnes; but she read (very badly indeed) the Legendary Tale. We then had three conversations upon Sculpture, one of which was taken
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), VI. Jamaica Plain. (search)
e, Qual ti negasse 'l vin della sua fiala Per la tua sete, in liberty non fora, Se non com‘ acqua ch‘ al mar non si cala. Dante Weite Welt und breites Leben, Langer Jahre redlich Streben, Stets geforscht und stets gegrundet, Nie geschlossen, oft, true bride of the sun that it is. From flowers she passed to engravings hanging round the room. Here, said she, are Dante and Beatrice. Approach, and know that I am Beatrice. The power of ancient love was strong within me. She is beautiful enough, is not she, for that higher moment? But Dante! Yet who could paint a Dante, —and Dante in heaven? They give buthis shadow, as he walked in the forest-maze of earth. Then here is the Madonna del Pesce; not divine, like the Foligno, nDante in heaven? They give buthis shadow, as he walked in the forest-maze of earth. Then here is the Madonna del Pesce; not divine, like the Foligno, not deeply maternal, like the Seggiola, not the beatified Mother of God of the Dresden gallery, but graceful, and not too bright and good for human nature's daily food. And here is Raphael himself, the young seer of beauty, with eyes softly contempl<
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 10 (search)
ost gives way,—to see man's seventy years of chrysalis. Is it not too long? Enthusiasm must struggle fiercely to burn clear amid these fogs. In what little, low, dark cells of care and prejudice, without one soaring thought or melodious fancy, do pool mortals—well-intentioned enough, and with religious aspiration too—forever creep. And yet the sun sets to-day as gloriously bright as ever it did on the temples of Athens, and the evening star rises as heavenly pure as it rose on the eye of Dante. O, Father! help me to free my fellows from the conventional bonds whereby their sight is holden. By purity and freedom let me teach them justice. And yet again:— There comes a consciousness that I have no real hold on life,—no real, permanent connection with any soul. I seem a wandering Intelligence, driven from spot to spot, that I may learn all secrets, and fulfil a circle of knowledge. This thought envelopes me as a cold atmosphere. I do not see how I shall go through this d
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 12 (search)
pulito e terso, Ch‘ io mi specchiava in esso, qual io paio Era'l secondo tinto, piu che perso, D'una petrina ruvida ed arsiccia, Crepata per lo lungo e per traverse. Lo terzo, che di sopra s'ammassiccia, Porfido mi parea si fiammegiante, Come sangue che fuor di vena spiccia. Sopra questa teneva ambo le piante L'angel di Dio, sedendo in su la soglia, Che mi sembiava pietra di diamante. Per LI tre gradi su di buona voglia Mi trasse 'l duca mio, dicendo, chiedi Umilmente che'l serrame scioglia. Dante Che luce è questa, e qual nuova beltate? Dicean tra lor; perch‘ abito si adorno Dal mondo errante a quest ‘alto soggiorno Non sali mai in tutta questa etate. Ella contenta aver cangiato albergo, Si paragona pur coi piu perfetti Petrarca. Spring-time. Spring, bright prophet of God's eternal youth, herald forever eloquent of heaven's undying joy, has once more wrought its miracle of resurrection on the vineyards and olive-groves of Tuscany, and touched with gently-wakening fingers