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Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches, Longfellow (search)
he finest of his shorter poems in tribute to Sumner's memory. It was as poetic a friendship as that between Emerson and Carlyle; but whereas Emerson and Carlyle had differences of opinion, Sumner and Longfellow were always of one mind. When SumnerCarlyle had differences of opinion, Sumner and Longfellow were always of one mind. When Sumner made his Fanueil Hall speech against the fugitive slave law, which was simply fighting revolution with revolution, and Harvard College and the whole of Cambridge turned against him, Longfellow stood firm; and it may be suspected that he had many anraeli, Trollope, or Wilkie Collins. Neither do we hear of critical and historical writers like Ruskin, Matthew Arnold, Carlyle, and Froude. He went, however, to call on Carlyle in England, and was greatly impressed by his conversation. The scopeCarlyle in England, and was greatly impressed by his conversation. The scope of Longfellow's reading does not compare with that of Emerson or Marian Evans; but the doctors say that every man of forty knows the food that is good for him, and this is true mentally as well as physically. He refers more frequently to Tennyso
Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches, Lowell (search)
it the nail exactly on the head. The most subtle piece of analysis, however, is Lowell's comparison between Emerson and Carlyle: There are persons, mole-blind to the soul's make and style, Who insist on a likeness 'twixt him and Carlyle; To comCarlyle; To compare him with Plato would be vastly fairer, Carlyle's the more burly, but E. is the rarer; He sees fewer objects, but clearlier, truelier, If C.'s as original, E.'s more peculiar; That he's more of a man you might say of the one, Of the other he's mCarlyle's the more burly, but E. is the rarer; He sees fewer objects, but clearlier, truelier, If C.'s as original, E.'s more peculiar; That he's more of a man you might say of the one, Of the other he's more of an Emerson; C.'s the Titan, as shaggy of mind as of limb,-- E. the clear-eyed Olympian, rapid and slim; The one's two-thirds Norseman, the other half Greek, Where the one's most abounding, the other's to seek. It was the fashion in England at that time to disparage Emerson as an imitator of Carlyle; and this was Lowell's reply to it. He told Professor Hedge an amusing incident that happened during his first visit to Rome. Lowell and his wife took lodgings with a respectable elderly
Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches, Elizur Wright (search)
uch worse than I expected. Having disposed of more than half of his edition in this manner, in the spring of 1842 he went to England, and with the kind assistance of Browning and Pringle succeeded in placing the rest of his books there to his satisfaction. Having a great admiration for Wordsworth's poetry, he made a long journey to see that celebrated author, but only to be affronted by Wordsworth's saying that America would be a good place if there were only a few gentlemen in it. With Carlyle he had, as might have been expected, a furious argument on the slavery question, and King Thomas, as Dr. Holmes calls him, encountered for once a head as hard as his own. The Brownings, Robert and Elizabeth, received him with true English hospitality. More experienced than Wordsworth in the great world, they recognized Elizur Wright to be what he was,--a man of intellect and rare integrity. Mr. Wright always spoke of Browning as one of the most satisfactory men with whom he had ever conv
Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches, Leaves from a Roman diary: February, 1869 (Rewritten in 1897） (search)
8 followed too quickly, and the extravagant proceedings of Mazzini and Garibaldi drove him into the ranks of the conservatives, where he has remained ever since. Carlyle compared him to a man who had an old tin-kettle which he thought he would mend, but as soon as he began to tinker it the thing went to pieces in his hands. The Rys found the English language sufficient for my purpose, and have never tried to improve on it. Browning's Saul and The Ride from Ghent to Aix are noble poems. Carlyle also, I said, has a peculiar diction. That is true, he replied, but one can forgive anything to a writer who has so much to tell us as Carlyle. Besides, he writCarlyle. Besides, he writes prose, and not poetry. He took up a photograph which was lying on the table and showed it to me, saying, How do you like Miss Stebbins's Satan I told him I hardly knew how to judge of such a subject. Then we both laughed, and Mr. Longfellow said: I wonder what our artists want to make Satans for. I doubt if there is one of
Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches, Centennial Contributions (search)
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.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 han
James Redpath, The Public Life of Captain John Brown, Book 1: he keepeth the sheep. (search)
at description. There, in that secluded home among the mountains, what have they to do with the world's opinion, even now, still less next century? You remember Carlyle and his Frenchman, to whom he was endeavoring to expound the Scottish Covenanters. These poor, persecuted people, said Carlyle,--they made their appeal. Yes, iCarlyle,--they made their appeal. Yes, interrupted the Frenchman, they appealed to posterity, no doubt. Not a bit of it, quoth Carlyle; they appealed to the Eternal God! So with these whom I visited. I was :he first person who had penetrated their solitude from the outer world since the thunderbolt had fallen. Do not imagine that they asked, What is the world sayinCarlyle; they appealed to the Eternal God! So with these whom I visited. I was :he first person who had penetrated their solitude from the outer world since the thunderbolt had fallen. Do not imagine that they asked, What is the world saying of us? Will justice be done to the memory of our martyrs? Will men build the tombs of the prophets? Will the great thinkers of the age affirm that our father makes the gallows glorious, like the cross? It was Emerson who uttered this truth of John Brown's death. J. R. Not at all; they asked but one question after I had to
James Redpath, The Public Life of Captain John Brown, Chapter 5: North Elba. (search)
at description. There, in that secluded home among the mountains, what have they to do with the world's opinion, even now, still less next century? You remember Carlyle and his Frenchman, to whom he was endeavoring to expound the Scottish Covenanters. These poor, persecuted people, said Carlyle,--they made their appeal. Yes, iCarlyle,--they made their appeal. Yes, interrupted the Frenchman, they appealed to posterity, no doubt. Not a bit of it, quoth Carlyle; they appealed to the Eternal God! So with these whom I visited. I was :he first person who had penetrated their solitude from the outer world since the thunderbolt had fallen. Do not imagine that they asked, What is the world sayinCarlyle; they appealed to the Eternal God! So with these whom I visited. I was :he first person who had penetrated their solitude from the outer world since the thunderbolt had fallen. Do not imagine that they asked, What is the world saying of us? Will justice be done to the memory of our martyrs? Will men build the tombs of the prophets? Will the great thinkers of the age affirm that our father makes the gallows glorious, like the cross? It was Emerson who uttered this truth of John Brown's death. J. R. Not at all; they asked but one question after I had to
Oliver Otis Howard, Autobiography of Oliver Otis Howard, major general , United States army : volume 1, Chapter 10: camping in Washington; in command of a brigade (search)
the Capitol, and thus boldly challenged our rulers to a conflict which was destined either to wreck or establish our Union. State governors came on to Washington with their regiments; prominent citizens hastened thither with their proposals; avaricious dealers were on hand to make their fortunes. The White House, the departments, the hotels, and all public buildings were densely crowded. Had that capital been Paris, there would have been a speedy revolution, and, indeed, in the words of Carlyle, it did seem for a time that if somebody did not do something soon things would do themselves satisfactory to nobody. At every turn when I visited the city I met acquaintances or was introduced to strangers who afterwards became distinguished-Governor Fenton, of New York, quiet, watchful, self-poised; Governor Curtin, of Pennsylvania, with his tall form, ready wit, and tender, benevolent soul; Senator Morgan, of New York, of giant proportions, large purse, and larger heart; Senator Harri
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Book and heart: essays on literature and life, Chapter 1: discontinuance of the guide-board (search)
ese fierce gladiators who walk so proudly to meet their death-struggle. The blue-flower allusion is to the favorite ideal symbol of the German Novalis; and certainly the young men who grew up fifty or sixty years ago in America obtained some of their very best tonic influences through such thoroughly ideal tales as that writer's Heinrich von Offerdingen, Fouque's Sintram, Hoffmann's Goldene Topf, and Richter's Titan, whether these were read in the original German or in the translations of Carlyle, Brooks, and others. All these books are now little sought, and rather alien to the present taste. To these were added, in English, such tales as Poe's William Wilson and Hawthorne's The Birthmark and Rappaccini's Daughter,; and, in French, Balzac's Le Peau de Chagrin, which Professor Longfellow used warmly to recommend to his college pupils. Works like these represented the prevailing sentiment of a period; they exerted a distinct influence on the moulding of a generation. Their moral
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Book and heart: essays on literature and life, Chapter 5: a bit of war photography (search)
at it does not dwell studiously on the higher aspects of the war? Let the picture only be well drawn, and the moral will take care of itself; never fear. The book is not a patriotic tract, but a delineation; a cross section of the daily existence of the raw enlisted-man. In other respects it is reticent because it is truthful. Does any one suppose that in the daily routine of the camp there was room for much fine talk about motives and results — that men were constantly appealing, like Carlyle's Frenchman, to posterity and the immortal Gods? Fortunately or unfortunately, the Anglo-Saxon is not built that way; he errs on the other side; habitually understates instead of overstating his emotions; and while he is making the most heroic sacrifices of his life, usually prefers to scold about rations or grumble at orders. He is to be judged by results; not by what he says, which is often ungracious and unornamental, but by what he does. The very merit of this book is that in deali
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