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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.) 114 0 Browse Search
James Russell Lowell, Among my books 80 0 Browse Search
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 50 0 Browse Search
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard) 46 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises 38 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 2 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 32 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature 30 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Atlantic Essays 28 0 Browse Search
Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches 28 0 Browse Search
Knight's Mechanical Encyclopedia (ed. Knight) 20 0 Browse Search
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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Olde Cambridge, Chapter 5: Lowell (search)
rk and in his constant anatomical demonstrations, just as Agassiz found that his scientific skill had already made him a good rifle-shot before he had touched the weapon. The Saturday Review once pointed out as the two faults of Lowell's prose writings an overconfident tone and a grotesqueness of illustration. It must, undoubtedly, be conceded by his admirers that, though he is never coarse, yet his taste is not always to be trusted. The Saturday Review quoted this sentence from his Shakespeare once more, Hamlet and the Novum Organum were at the risk of teething and the measles at the same time; and from the paper on Italy, Milton is the only man who has got much poetry out of a cataract, and that was a cataract in his eye. Of such passages the Saturday Review remarked, with some reason, that they are relics of the hobbledehoy stage of literary production, and are serious blemishes in a style making just pretensions to maturity. Akin to this is the remark of one of Lowell's fe