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terrour to the stoutest heart. A form of logic in which he evidently reposed the fullest faith was, An ought's an oughta figure's a figure-therefore you owe me a dollar and a half; and another mysterious phrase, Speak to me, Gimlet, was a fund of unending enjoyment to him. His comparison of distance was, As far as a blue-winged pigeon can fly in six months; his measure of cold was, Cold enough to freeze the brass ears on a tin monkey; his favourite oath, Now, by the gods who dwell on high Olympus! and his desire for a furlough was uniformly urged upon the ground that he wished to go home and see his first wife's relations. Personne was thus the victim of a depraved taste for slang, but he was a scholar and a gentleman — a travelled man and a very elegant writer. When the war broke out he was residing in New York; but at the call of Virginia, his native State, he had left all the delights of Broadway and the opera; abandoned bright waistcoats, gay neckties, and fine boots, to pu
Charles Congdon, Tribune Essays: Leading Articles Contributing to the New York Tribune from 1857 to 1863. (ed. Horace Greeley), A New Laughing-stock. (search)
A New Laughing-stock. Really, the gods are good. If Pan is sometimes, as during the present season, a little niggardly, or red-eyed Mars unusually rampant, have we not always Momus with us, and reason to bless the sensitive divinities that banished him from Olympus? What an intolerable world this would be, if all the fools were out of it! But we need not fear for the succession, while the sunny sections of this confederacy continue to produce such a crop of choice ones, born to the motley. The last and finest fool who has wandered here, is an ancient gentlemen from New Orleans — a certain General Palfrey--who left Massachusetts half a century ago, and who came to Boston to celebrate the last Fourth of July. Had he but made his festive and anniversary visit sooner, he might have eaten dinner at the Revere House with the Hon. Benjamin F. Hallet, and filled himself at that peripatetic and perennial fountain of dish-water. Had he even given notice of his intention of visiting B
John Harrison Wilson, The life of Charles Henry Dana, Chapter 3: community life (search)
d Representative Poems of Living Poets, compiled by Miss Jeannette L. Gilder, and published in 1886. Mr. Dana's selections were Eternity, Herzliebste, and Manfulness. As fair specimens of the whole, I call attention to the three which follow: Via Sacra Slowly along the crowded street I go, Marking with reverent look each passer's face, Seeking, and not in vain, in each to trace That primal soul whereof he is the show. For here still move, by many eyes unseen, The blessed gods that erst Olympus kept; Through every guise these lofty forms serene Declare the all-holding Life hath never slept; But known each thrill that in man's heart hath been, And every tear that his sad eyes have wept; Alas for us! the heavenly visitants- We greet them still as most unwelcome guests, Answering their smile with hateful looks askance, Their sacred speech with foolish, bitter jests: But oh! what is it to imperial Jove That this poor world refuses all his love? To R. B. Robert Bartlett. Beloved fr
Wendell Phillips, Theodore C. Pease, Speeches, Lectures and Letters of Wendell Phillips: Volume 2, Christianity a battle, not a dream (1869). (search)
ir humanities of ancient Greece, to the classic mythology which gave us the civilization of Greece, the same general truth obtains. The mythology of the age was so literally and utterly a mere reflex of its earliest civilization, that the finest specimens of human life find no prototype at all in the religion of the classic epochs. Where in the Greek mythology do you find any prototype for the nobleness of Socrates or the integrity of Cato? If Athens and Rome had not been far better than Olympus, neither empire would have survived long enough to have given us Phocion, Demosthenes, or Cato. Religion is the soul of which society and civil polity are the body, and when you bring forward the exceptional lives of thoughtful men, living either in Greece or on the banks of the Ganges, as a measure of the religion of their age and country, I reject it; for I go out into the streets of both continents to ask what is the broad result — grouping a dozen centuries togetherof the great relig
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Mrs. S. B. Shaw. (search)
To Mrs. S. B. Shaw. Wayland, 1857. It is a dark, drizzling day, and I am going to make sunshine for myself by sitting down before the old fire-place and having a cosy chat with you. Did you see Mr. H--'s sermon, preached soon after his return from Palestine? He thinks the truth of the Bible is proved by the fact that Jordan is still flowing and the Mount of Olives still standing. He says his faith was greatly strengthened by a sight of them By the same token he ought to consider Grecian mythology proved, because Olympus and Parnassus are still standing; and a sight of them ought to strengthen his faith in Jupiter and the Muses. What a fuss they have made about finding the name of Jonah among the inscriptions at Nineveh! Does that prove that the whale swallowed him, and that he did not set easy on the whale's stomach? I can never get over wondering at the external tendency of a large class of minds.
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 3, Chapter 31: the prison—discipline debates in Tremont Temple.—1846-1847. (search)
cism of his report. Dr. Wayland did not appear to know who the intruder was, but turning to some person, inquired; and then rising, vexed apparently at the interruption, he came forward in his most dignified style, and said, Mr. Sumner, gentlemen. the speaker took little, if any, notice of the interruption, but rushed on for at least half an hour, threshing the report after a style which became quite familiar in later years. It was like the descent of some unknown and unexpected god from Olympus. There was anger and fear and impatience on the platform; but the congregation was with the speaker. He came like a breeze on a calm, dull day at sea. Everybody was on the qui vive, and relished the assault, and sympathized with the assailer all the more that there was such fluttering and wrath among the people on the platform. Opinion among the hearers went with the unscared aggressor; and pushing on, he compelled the reference of the report to a committee. As I remember, Mr. Dwight re
3. Novelli, E., II, 357. Novelli, Mme., I, 357. Oak Glen, I, 296, 317, 339, 340, 347, 349; II, 46, 67, 69, 72, 114, 120, 158, 374. Oakland, II, 136. Oakley, Mr., II, 154. Oberlin, I, 361. O'Connell, Cardinal, II, 244. O'Connell, Daniel, I, 90, 91. O'Connell, Dennis, II, 247, 250. O'Connor, F. E., II, 5. O'Connor, Mrs. T. P., II, 171. Old South Church, I, 14; II, 194. Olga, Queen, II, 43. Olives, Mount of, II, 38, 40, 41. Olympia, II, 133, 134. Olympus, I, 290. Osny Effendi, II, 37. O'Sullivan, John, I, 329; II, 319. Otis, Mrs. H. G., I, 123. Ouida (Louise de la Ramee), II, 121. Outlook, II, 355. Owatonna, I, 378. Pacific, II, 75. Paddock, Mary, I, 197, 350. Paderewski, Ignace, II, 171, 210, 240. Page, Miss, II, 216. Page, T. N., II, 399. Pajarita, I, 323. Palestine, II, 42, 322. Paley's Moral Philosophy, I, 32. Palfrey, J. G., I, 207. Palmer, Mr., II, 240. Palmer, Alice Freeman, II, 187
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 20. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.14 (search)
overawed by General Ord, then terrified by General Terry, then stoned to death by General Stoneman. No wonder that one of our local poets should have sung in two languages, intermingling the dead and living so plaintively, words something like these: Terry leaves us, sumas weary Jam nos taedet te videre Si vis nos, with joy implere We can spare thee magne Terry Freely very. * * * Terry in haec terra tarry Diem narry. Amid such scenes we might well exclaim with the old Greek, Olympus was there, the Aegean was there, the land where Homer sang and where Pericles spoke was there. But with such aspect on the shore 'Twas Greece, but living Greece no more. Yes, my friends, we came to conquered provinces, and despite hindrances of almost every kind which confronted us, we have, by the help and guidance of our Great Father, with the help and amidst the smiles and the benedictions of the sweetest, the noblest, the purest and best women on earth, and with the moral and int
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 2. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Poems Subjective and Reminiscent (search)
f, And whirling plate, and forfeits paid, His winter task a pastime made. Happy the snow-locked homes wherein He tuned his merry violin, Or played the athlete in the barn, Or held the good dame's winding-yarn, Or mirth-provoking versions told Of classic legends rare and old, Wherein the scenes of Greece and Rome Had all the commonplace of home, And little seemed at best the odds 'Twixt Yankee pedlers and old gods; Where Pindus-born Arachthus took The guise of any grist-mill brook, And dread Olympus at his will Became a huckleberry hill. A careless boy that night he seemed; But at his desk he had the look And air of one who wisely schemed, And hostage from the future took In trained thought and lore of book. Large-brained, clear-eyed, of such as he Shall Freedom's young apostles be, Who, following in War's bloody trail, Shall every lingering wrong assail; All chains from limb and spirit strike, Uplift the black and white alike; Scatter before their swift advance The darkness and the
can Poetry, and On a Volume of Dante, is included in Higginson's American Sonnets. Little Theocritus. Ye white Sicilian goats, who wander all About the slopes of this wild mountain pass, Take heed your horny footsteps do not fall Upon the baby dreamer in the grass. Let him lie there, half waking, and rejoice In the safe shelter of his resting place, In hearing of his shepherd father's voice, In reach of fruity clusters o'er his face. Look up, sweet baby eyes, look up on high, To where Olympus merges in the blue, There dwell the deathless gods in majesty, The gods who hold a mighty gift for you. Those little, clinging hands shall write one day Rare, golden words, to lift the hearts of men; Those curling, downy locks shall wear the bay, A crown that they shall never lose again. Little Theocritus! Look up and smile, Immortal child, for there are coming years, When the great, busy world shall pause awhile To listen to your singing through its tears. Maud Kilbourn Wellington h
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