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Concord (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 19
everybody in this whole world! If, afterwards, a vein of satire came to be mingled with this genial flow of human kindness, it was not Louisa's fault. In like manner, Bronson Alcott rested his argument for immortality on the ground of the family affections. Such strong ties, he reasoned, could not have been made merely to be broken. Let us share his faith, and believe that they have not been broken. The Emerson centennial: Emerson and the great poets Read in the Town Hall, Concord, Mass., July 23, 1903. On his first visit to England, Emerson was so continually besieged with invitations that, as he wrote to Carlyle, answering the notes he received ate up his day like a cherry; and yet I have never met but one Englishman, Dr. John Tyndall, the chemist, who seemed to appreciate Emerson's poetry, and few others who might be said to appreciate the man himself. Tyndall may have recognized Emerson's keen insight for the poetry of science in such verses as: What time t
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 19
thine eyes, thy heart forbear, Though thou lie alone on the ground. The robe of silk in which she shines, It was woven of many sins; And the shreds Which she sheds In the wearing of the same, Shall be grief on grief, And shame on shame. There is a Spartan-like severity in this, but so was Dante very severe. It was his mission to purify the moral sense of his countrymen in an age when the Church no longer encouraged virtue; and Emerson no less vigorously opposed the rank materialism of America in a period of exceptional prosperity. The next succeeding lines are not exactly Dantean, but they are among Emerson's finest, and worthy of any great poet. The Pine tree says: Heed the old oracles, Ponder my spells; Song wakes in my pinnacles When the wind swells. Soundeth the prophetic wind, The shadows shake on the rock behind, And the countless leaves of the pine are strings Tuned to the lay the wood-god sings. Again we are reminded of Dante in the opening passages of Volun
Puritan (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 19
the countless leaves of the pine are strings Tuned to the lay the wood-god sings. Again we are reminded of Dante in the opening passages of Voluntaries : Low and mournful be the strain, Haughty thought be far from me; Where a captive lies in pain Moaning by the tropic sea. Sole estate his sire bequeathed- Hapless sire to hapless son- Was the wailing song he breathed, And his chain when life was done. It is still more difficult to compare Emerson with Shakespeare, for the one was Puritan with a strong classic tendency, and the other anti-Puritan with a strong romantic tendency; but allowing for this and for Shakespeare's universality, it may be affirmed that there are few passages in King Henry IV. and Henry V. which take a higher rank than Emerson's description of Cromwell: He works, plots, fights 'mid rude affairs, With squires, knights, kings his strength compares; Till late he learned through doubt and fear, Broad England harbored not his peer: Unwilling still the
ght be said to appreciate the man himself. Tyndall may have recognized Emerson's keen insight for the poetry of science in such verses as: What time the gods kept carnival; Tricked out in gem and flower; And in cramp elf and saurian form They swathed their too much power. A person who lacks some knowledge of geology would not be likely to understand this. Matthew Arnold and Edwin Arnold had no very high opinion of Emerson's poetry; and even Carlyle, who was Emerson's best friend in Europe, spoke of it in rather a disparaging manner. The Mountain and the Squirrel and several others have been translated into German, but not those which we here consider the best of them. On the other hand, Dr. William H. Furness considered Emerson heaven-high above our other poets; C. P. Cranch preferred him to Longfellow; Dr. F. H. Hedge looked upon him as the first poet of his time; Rev. Samuel Longfellow and Rev. Samuel Johnson held a very similar opinion, and David A. Wasson considered
Florence, S. C. (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 19
vast majority of statues there are merely copies, and many of them very bad copies. He recognizes the Laocoon for what it really is, the abstract type of a Greek tragedy. He notices what has since been proved by severe archaeological study, that most of the possible types and attitudes of marble statues had been exhausted by the Greeks long before the Christian era. Miss Hosmer's Zenobia was originally a Ceres, and even Crawford's Orpheus strongly resembles a figure in the Niobe group at Florence. But Hawthorne's description of the Faun of Praxiteles stands by itself. As a penetrative analysis of a great sculptor's motive it is unequalled by any modern writer on art, and this is set forth with a grace and delicacy worthy of Praxiteles himself. The only criticism which one feels inclined to make of it is that it too Hawthornish, too modern and elaborate; but is not this equally true of all modern criticism? We cannot return to the simplicity of the Greeks any more than we can t
Medford (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 19
e moment. It was a fortunate coincidence, which we like to think of to-day, as it undoubtedly gave pleasure to Bronson Alcott and his wife sixty-seven years ago. How genuine were Mr. Alcott and his daughter, Louisa! All else, says the sage, is superficial and perishable, save love and truth only. It is through the love and truth that was in these two that we still feel their influence as if they were living to-day. How well I recollect Mr. Alcott's first visit to my father's house at Medford, when I was a boy! I had the same impression of him then that the consideration of his life makes on me now,--as an exceptional person, but one greatly to be trusted. I could see that he was a man who wished well to me, and to all mankind; who had no intention of encroaching on my rights as an individual in any way whatever; and who, furthermore, had no suspicion of me as a person alien to himself. The criticism made of him by my young brother held good of him then and always,--that he
Louisa, Ky. (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 19
edly gave pleasure to Bronson Alcott and his wife sixty-seven years ago. How genuine were Mr. Alcott and his daughter, Louisa! All else, says the sage, is superficial and perishable, save love and truth only. It is through the love and truth thaed people about him, and made them more earnest, more high-minded by his conversation. How different was his daughter, Louisa,--the keen observer of life and manners; the witty story-teller with the pictorial mind; always sympathetic, practical, hest of all rewards! And yet, with so wide a difference in the practical application of their lives, the well-spring of Louisa's thought and the main-spring of her action were identical with those of her father, and may be considered an inheritancehis whole world! If, afterwards, a vein of satire came to be mingled with this genial flow of human kindness, it was not Louisa's fault. In like manner, Bronson Alcott rested his argument for immortality on the ground of the family affections. S
aid, I love everybody in this whole world! If, afterwards, a vein of satire came to be mingled with this genial flow of human kindness, it was not Louisa's fault. In like manner, Bronson Alcott rested his argument for immortality on the ground of the family affections. Such strong ties, he reasoned, could not have been made merely to be broken. Let us share his faith, and believe that they have not been broken. The Emerson centennial: Emerson and the great poets Read in the Town Hall, Concord, Mass., July 23, 1903. On his first visit to England, Emerson was so continually besieged with invitations that, as he wrote to Carlyle, answering the notes he received ate up his day like a cherry; and yet I have never met but one Englishman, Dr. John Tyndall, the chemist, who seemed to appreciate Emerson's poetry, and few others who might be said to appreciate the man himself. Tyndall may have recognized Emerson's keen insight for the poetry of science in such verses as:
Samuel Longfellow (search for this): chapter 19
no very high opinion of Emerson's poetry; and even Carlyle, who was Emerson's best friend in Europe, spoke of it in rather a disparaging manner. The Mountain and the Squirrel and several others have been translated into German, but not those which we here consider the best of them. On the other hand, Dr. William H. Furness considered Emerson heaven-high above our other poets; C. P. Cranch preferred him to Longfellow; Dr. F. H. Hedge looked upon him as the first poet of his time; Rev. Samuel Longfellow and Rev. Samuel Johnson held a very similar opinion, and David A. Wasson considered Emerson's Problem one of the great poems of the century. These men were all poets themselves, though they did not make a profession of it, and in that character were quite equal to Matthew Arnold, whose lecture on Emerson was evidently written under unfavorable influences. They were men who had passed through similar experiences to those which developed Emerson's mind and character, and could ther
ry. His statue of Beethoven is in the grand manner, and instinct with harmony, not only in attitude and expression, but even to the arrangement of the drapery. Crawford's genius was only too well appreciated, and he was constantly carrying off the prizes of his art from all competitors. Consequently it was inevitable that otherly entertainer of those Americans who came to the city with good letters of introduction. Hawthorne evidently fell into Story's hands. He speaks slightingly of Crawford, and praises Story's statue of Cleopatra in unqualified terms; and yet there seems to have been an undercurrent of suspicion in his mind, for he says more than oble types and attitudes of marble statues had been exhausted by the Greeks long before the Christian era. Miss Hosmer's Zenobia was originally a Ceres, and even Crawford's Orpheus strongly resembles a figure in the Niobe group at Florence. But Hawthorne's description of the Faun of Praxiteles stands by itself. As a penetrativ
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