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William Swinton, Campaigns of the Army of the Potomac, chapter 9 (search)
rtifications, the work of the troops, they remain when the troops are withdrawn. No enemy will ever take possession of it for them. This is my opinion. All the public property could have been secured to-night, and the troops marched to where they could have been of some service. Now, they are but a bait for the rebels should they return. I beg that this may be presented to the Secretary of War, and his excellency the President. Joseph Hooker, Major-General. Against stupidity, sings Schiller, gods and men fight in vain. Finding himself deprived of that freedom of action on which, in so large a degree, the success of military operations depends, General Hooker requested, on the 27th of June, to be relieved from the command of the Army of the Potomac; and early the following morning, a messenger reached Frederick from Washington with an order appointing Major-General G. G. Meade, commanding the Fifth Army Corps, in his stead. Provoking as was the behavior of General Halleck
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Harvard Memorial Biographies, 1854. (search)
ring and summer the friends made a tour embracing the Tyrol, of which the following letter gives some glimpses. Weimar, June 3, 1855. my dear sister L——,—I am writing to you from classic Weimar, which, you know, belongs to Goethe and Schiller, Herder and Wieland. I saw in my walk this morning the Stadtkirche where Herder lies buried, and his house opposite the church. In the burial-ground of St. James's Church I saw the graves of Lucas Cranach (it seems as if half the pictures I had seen lately at Nuremberg and other places were by him and Musaeus); in the new churchyard, the tombs of Goethe and Schiller. And now, you see, I have at length torn myself away from Munich. Have n't you sometimes had misgivings that I intended to cut you all at home, and had married and settled down in Munich for life? No, I have left, and, what's more, I have seen Nuremberg! I don't think I can make an attempt at description. It has given me more pleasure than all that I had seen be<
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 5: (search)
r classics, except Haller, Muller, the elder Voss, Schiller, and Burger. This number is certainly small, and d from which even the proud and original genius of Schiller hardly escaped. Its empire, however, was soon goninfluence and example as when Herder, Wieland, and Schiller were alive. I asked what had been his relationsom holding similar views in philosophy, Goethe and Schiller were nearest to each other, and Herder and Wieland; but that after the deaths of Schiller and Herder, Goethe became intimate with Wieland. Schiller, he said, hSchiller, he said, had profited much by his connection with Goethe, and borrowed much from his genius,—among other pieces, in his the author of a Review of Goethe's Life, and says Schiller is the first genius Germany has produced, or, likeut it. The critics of the North say the reading of Schiller's Robbers makes an epoch in every man's life; from is apparent the innocent do not know that, though Schiller's countrymen are aware of the strength of characte
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 23: (search)
except his secretary, Mr. Barnard, and Lady Rancliffe. Two evenings we went to the theatre; once to an opera, Bellini's Romeo and Juliet, which was very well performed, especially the part of Romeo, by Mad. Heinefetter;. . . . and once to see Schiller's William Tell, which I was very glad to find could be played so well here, as I feel sure now that I shall see what I did not see at all in Germany before,—the principal dramas of Schiller and Goethe properly represented. The theatre in both Schiller and Goethe properly represented. The theatre in both its parts is certainly excellent, and the old King and the Court are almost always there. We have, of course, made a good many acquaintance this week, though I wish to be slow about it. . . . . One person I was quite glad to meet at M. de Zeschau's the other evening; I mean Sonntag, who had been often at our house in Boston. He is the Secretary of the French Legation here, as he was of that in the United States. December 21.—We went to the picture-gallery to-day for the first time. . . .
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 24: (search)
more cared for than is common in old men in Germany; his manners kind, and even courteous; and his conversation and sympathy quite ready. He prefers to talk of old times, and lives in the midst of the portraits of generations gone by. . . . . Altogether my visit was quite interesting and amusing, and I shall be glad to go and see him occasionally, as the last authentic representative of an age long gone by. From Tiedge's I went to see Retzsch, the author of the famous designs for Faust, Schiller, and Shakespeare. . . . He does not live in Dresden, but in a little vineyard a few miles off, coming to the city only once a week. . . . . I was surprised to find him with a short, stout person, and a decidedly easy look; so that if it were not for his large, deep gray eyes, I should hardly have been able to mark in him any symptom of his peculiar talent. He showed me some of his works; the rest I shall go to see another time. . . . January 31.—This evening Prince John invited four of
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 25: (search)
II. forbade burial within the limits of the cities, there was still space left here, so that the crowding must have been from economy, not from necessity. Their synagogue was not curious; I mean the principal one, which I saw, for they have nine. In the afternoon we drove out with Count Thun to see the city and a little of its environs. . . . . On our return we passed by the enormous palace where Wallenstein lived during the interval of his loss of the Emperor's favor, when—as I think Schiller relates—he pulled down the houses in the neighborhood to have free room, and stretched chains across the streets to keep quiet, affecting to be served only by nobles, and maintaining more than imperial forms and ceremonies. The estate still exists, of enormous extent, and the square before it is still called Waldstein's Square. . . . . The palace belongs to a descendant of his brother, but not the same one who lives at Dux. June 15.—. . . . I passed a considerable part of my morning in <
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 1 (search)
I. Youth. Autobiography. Aus Morgenduft gewebt und Sonnenklarheit Der Dichtung Schleir aus der Hand der Wahrheit. Goethe The million stars which tremble O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy. Tennyson. Wie leicht ward er dahin getragen, Was war dem Glucklichen zu schwer! Wie tanzte vor des Lebens Wagen Die luftige Begleitung her! Die Liebe mit dem sussen Lohne, Das Gluck mit seinem gold'nen Kranz, Der Ruhm mit seiner Sternenkrone, Die Wahrheit in der Sonne Glanz. Schiller What wert thou then? A child most infantine, Yet wandering far beyond that innocent age, In all but its sweet looks and mien divine; Even then, methought, with the world's tyrant rage A patient warfare thy young heart did wage, When those soft eyes of scarcely conscious thought Some tale, or thine own fancies, would engage To overflow with tears, or converse fraught With passion o'er their depths its fleeting light had wrought. Shelley. And I smiled, as one never smiles but once; Then fir
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 2 (search)
ang, Erzog die Kraft in deinem Busen, Die sich dereinst zum Weltgeist schwang. Schiller To work, with heart resigned and spirit strong; Subdue, with patient toil,by the wild bugle-call of Thomas Carlyle, in his romantic articles on Richter, Schiller, and Goethe, which appeared in the old Foreign Review, the Edinburgh Review, ace Zerbino, and other works; Korner, Novalis, and something of Richter; all of Schiller's principal dramas, and his lyric poetry. Almost every evening I saw her, and cease to feel the influence of the elect one. I don't like Goethe so well as Schiller now. I mean, I am not so happy in reading him. That perfect wisdom and mercilety-seven yearsthen, indeed, he had gone far enough. Goethe's words concerning Schiller I would say something of Margaret's inward condition, of her aims and viewsng but manifest duty. And so her course was onward, ever onward, like that of Schiller, to her last hour of life. Burned in her cheek with ever deepening fire The
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 3 (search)
mmer's bloom shall drive away; Nature's wide temple and the azure dome Have plan enough for the free spirit's home! Your Schiller has already given me great pleasure. I have been reading the Revolt in the Netherlands with intense interest, and have ements of Architecture; the works of Alfieri, with his opinions on them; the historical and critical works of Goethe and Schiller, and the outlines of history of our own country. I chose this time as one when I should have nothing to distract or dg, except in the way of observation and analysis of language. With more advanced pupils I read, in twenty-four weeks, Schiller's Don Carlos, Artists, and Song of the Bell, besides giving a sort of general lecture on Schiller; Goethe's Hermann and Schiller; Goethe's Hermann and Dorothea, Goetz von Berlichingen, Iphigenia, first part of Faust,—three weeks of thorough study this, as valuable to me as to them,— and Clavigo,—thus comprehending samples of all his efforts in poetry, and bringing forward some of his prominent opin<
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 4 (search)
g the new. But what was of still more import to her education, she had read German books, and, for the three years before I knew her almost exclusively,—Lessing, Schiller, Richter, Tieck, Novalis, and, above all, Goethe. It was very obvious, at the first intercourse with her, though her rich and busy mind never reproduced undigesl or suppress, I select the following notices, chiefly of French books. Most of these were addressed to me, but the three first to an earlier friend. Reading Schiller's introduction to the Wars of the League, I have been led back to my old friend, the Duke of Sully, and his charming king. He was a man, that Henri! How gay anh finer work, indeed one of the best-arranged and finished modern dramas. The Leonora Galigai is better than anything I have seen in Victor Hugo, and as good as Schiller. Stello is a bolder attempt. It is the history of three poets,—Gilbert, Andre Chenier, Chatterton. He has also written a drama called Chatterton, inferior to
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