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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 34. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 2 0 Browse Search
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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Oldport days, with ten heliotype illustrations from views taken in Newport, R. I., expressly for this work. 2 0 Browse Search
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James Parton, Horace Greeley, T. W. Higginson, J. S. C. Abbott, E. M. Hoppin, William Winter, Theodore Tilton, Fanny Fern, Grace Greenwood, Mrs. E. C. Stanton, Women of the age; being natives of the lives and deeds of the most prominent women of the present gentlemen 2 0 Browse Search
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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To the same. (search)
old Quaker wrote me about the Mother's book, 1 I am free to say to thee, it is a most excellent thing. I think I never read a better article in my life; not even excepting the Edinburgh. I was delighted with it. You bow most reverently to Wordsworth, that great poet, that confidant of angels, as Lavater says of Klopstock. Did not your conscience twinge you for throwing Peter Bell and the Idiot Boy in my teeth so often, and for laughing me to scorn when I said Milton's fame was the sure inheritance of Wordsworth? I was glad for what you said concerning the state of the affections with regard to the perception of elevated truths. I believe the more you look inward the more you will be convinced of the truth of what you advanced on that point, and that, too, not merely in a general point of view, but as applied to your own mind, and the different states of your own mind. When wishing to defend a truth merely from the love of intellectual power, or for the sake of appearing s
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Prof. Convers Francis. (search)
To Prof. Convers Francis. New Rochelle, January 20, 1848. Here I am in my little out-of-the-way den, as comfortable as a grub in a nut. I have found it to hold good, as a general rule, that a person who will ask for a letter of introduction is sure to be a bore. If I were going to Europe, and letters of introduction to Wordsworth, Dickens, etc., were offered me, I would never present them, unless I happened by some accident to receive indications of a wish to be introduced, on the part of the men themselves. What right have I to intrude upon their time, and satisfy my impertinent curiosity by an inventory of their furniture and surroundings? Dignify it as they may, by talk about reverence for genius, loving a man for his writings, etc., I have always believed it a game of vanity, both with those who offer it, and those who are pleased with it. However, it is no matter whether I am wrong, or the customs of society are wrong. I am snugly out of the way of them here. Never was
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), Standard and popular Library books, selected from the catalogue of Houghton, Mifflin and Co. (search)
Cowper, 2 vols. Dryden, 2 vols. Gay, I vol Goldsmith and Gray, I vol. Herbert and Vaughan, I vol. Herrick, I vol. Hood, 2 vols. Milton and Marvell, 2 vols. Montgomery, 2 vols. Moore, 3 vols. Pope and Collins, 2 vols. Prior, i vol. Scott, 5 vols. Shakespeare and Jonson, I vol. Chatterton, I vol. Shelley, 2 vols. Skelton and Donne, 2 vols. Southey, 5 vols. Spenser, 3 vols. Swift, 2 vols. Thomson, I vol. Watts and White, i vol. Wordsworth, 3 vols. Wyatt and Surrey, I vol. Young, i vol. John Brown, M. D. Spare Hours. 3 vols. 16mo, each $1.50. Robert Browning. Poems and Dramas, etc. 14 vols. $19.500. Complete Works. New Edition. 7 vols. (in Press.) Wm. C. Bryant. Translation of Homer. The Iliad. 2 vols. royal 8vo, $9.00. Crown 8vo, $4.50. 1 vol. 12mo, $3.00. The Odyssey. 2 vols. royal 8vo, $9.00. Crown 8vo, $4.50, 1 vol. 12mo, $3.00. John Burroughs. Wake-Robin. Illustrated. 16mo, $1.5
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 2: the Worcester period (search)
in the title-page Percy Shelley and Leigh Hunt, in the latter's hand, but the blank leaves full of Shelley's notes in pencil-writing, delicate as himself. The Wordsworth volumes were captivating, with his own later alterations put in with ink in the neatest way, and showing the delicacy of his literary work. They have the original engravings from Sir George Beaumont, giving the actual scenes of Lucy gray, Peter Bell, and other poems. Fields described Wordsworth's reading of his own poems in old age, quite grandly, and his reading Tennyson aloud also with equal impressiveness; and turning on a silly lady too profuse in her praise of passages, with You ald seem as strange to another generation for me to have sat at the same table with Longfellow or Emerson, as it now seems that men should have sat at table with Wordsworth or with Milton. So I may as well tell you all about my inducting little Harriet Prescott into that high company. She met me at twelve in Boston at Ticknor's
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 3: Journeys (search)
utiful. . . The little hamlet sleeps in profound repose — a two-horse wagon, or even a pedlar with a pack, are events for a day. We look between the two little white churches up a lane which leads to Wachusett; last night we followed this up to its first summit — a little height before the real Wachusett begins; there was the skeleton of an old church, the strong frame uninjured, though raspberry bushes flaunt through the floor, and elders look in at windows; near it an old burial ground, Wordsworth's Churchyard among the mountains. . . . The strawberries were ripening all over the lonely hill-top, and five children with cows and tin kettles and the baby in a wagon — in the waning June sunset; five little sisters there were, with all bleached but their blue eyes. Worcester, June, 1862 Mrs. Howell, of Philadelphia, a most attractive woman whom I met last year, is there [Princeton] already. She wrote Milton's verses on his blindness which were included in a London edition of his w<
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Index. (search)
., 119; Channing on, 42, 43; described, 94; works of, 105. Todd, Mabel Loomis, letters to, 331. Tracys, the, of Newburyport, 7. Tubman, Harriet, fugitive slave, 81, Tukey, Marshal, and temperance, 41, 42. U Urso, Camille, violinist, 243. V Verney, Capt., 281, 282. Victoria, Queen, 289; reviews troops, 278, 279. W Ward, Col., 178, 180. Wards, the, and Jenny Lind, 39, 40. Warners, C. D., 270, 271. Waterhouse, Dr., 13. Watson, Marston, 52, 53. Webster, Daniel, criticism of, 90. Weiss, Rev., John, sketch of, 24-26, 271. Wheeler, Capt., 177. Whitney, Anne, description of, 115, Whittier, J. G., 72; visit to, 7, 8; conversation with, 8-11; W. Phillips on, 11; description of, 93, 107. Willard, Dr., of the navy, 212. Woman's Suffrage, Washington Convention, 263; meetings, 265, 270. Worcester, Mass., Disunion Convention at, 77-79; preparations for war, 154, 169-81; return of Sixth Mass. Vols., 155, 156. Wordsworth, William, 319, 320.
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature, Chapter 2: the secular writers (search)
ilip Freneau. In judging the early poetry of America, we must remember that the poetic product of England was of secondary value from the death of Milton, in 1674, till the publication of Burns's Scotch poems, in 1786, and of Coleridge's and Wordsworth's lyrical ballads, in 1798. We cannot wonder that in America, during the same period, among all the tasks of colonial and Revolutionary life, no poetry of abiding power was produced. The same year that saw Burns's first poems published (1786re age may have destroyed all free institutions, and the return of despotism may bring in literature and art among its ornaments. Like most men in that day, he believed literature the world over to be in a dying condition; and at the time when Wordsworth and Coleridge were just beginning to be read, he wrote as follows-- The time seems to be near, and, perhaps is already arrived, when poetry, at least poetry of transcendent merit, will be considered among the lost arts. It is a long time
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature, Chapter 3: the Philadelphia period (search)
after being published in London in 1800, and Charles Brockden Brown, the so-called Father of American fiction, of whom we shall presently speak. Reading these volumes now, one finds with surprise that they go beyond similar periodicals even at the present day, in the variety of sources whence their cultivation came. The Portfolio translates portions of Voltaire's Henriade; recognizes the fact that fresh intellectual activity has just begun in England; quotes early poems by Coleridge and Wordsworth and Leigh Hunt, sometimes without giving the names, showing the editors to have been attracted by the poems themselves apart from the author. There is no want of color in the criticism. German books are apt to be found rather abhorrent to the Philadelphia critic, which is not surprising when we remember that it was the age of Kotzebue, whose travels it burlesques and who drives the editor into this extraordinary outburst: The rage for German literature is one of the foolish and uncouth w
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature, Chapter 7: the Concord group (search)
nt forth into the world in 1821 and became himself a clergyman. Ten years later he had retired from the pulpit and was on his way to Europe, where he stayed nearly a year. It was during this visit that he made the acquaintance of Landor and Wordsworth, as described in English traits. He also went to Craigenputtock to see Carlyle, who long afterwards, talking with Longfellow, described his visit as being like the visit of an angel. This was the beginning of that lifelong friendship the terent admirers, the opinion that a pine tree which should talk as Mr. Emerson's tree talks would deserve to be plucked up and cast into the sea. His poetic reputation came distinctly later in time than his fame as an essayist and lecturer. Like Wordsworth and Tennyson, he educated the public mind to himself. The same verses which were received with shouts of laughter when they first appeared in the Dial were treated with respectful attention when colleeted into a volume, and it is possible tha
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature, Chapter 10: forecast (search)
in, an instance of almost complete atrophy of one whole side of the mind at the very time when its scientific action was at its highest point. Up to the age of thirty, Darwin tells us, he took intense delight in poetry — Milton, Byron, Scott, Wordsworth, and Shelley-while he read Shakespeare with supreme enjoyment. Pictures and music also gave him much pleasure. But at sixtyseven he writes that for many years he cannot endure to read a line of poetry ; that he has lately tried Shakespeare, aome back, by the very testimony of those scientific leaders who would seek to be whole men also, to the more flexible point of view, to the works of creative imagination,--to literature, in short. Literature and science. Literature is, as Wordsworth said of poetry in particular, not science, but the antithesis of science. If there be an intellectual world outside of science, where is the boundary-line of that world? We pass this line, it would seem, whenever we enter the realm usually c
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