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Milton, Mass. (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 12
yd, whom he knew intimately in Friends' Meeting, though she afterward became, like many of the Philadelphia Friends, an Episcopalian. She, like himself, printed many poems, one of which gave her a sort of vicarious celebrity, being that entitled Milton's prayer in Blindness, which was taken by many to be a real production of the poet. I can well remember to have heard this theory defended by cultivated people; and the impression so far prevailed, that it was understood to have been reprinted in an English edition of Milton's Works. I remember well this lady at a later period during her widowhood, as Mrs. Howell; she had the remains of beauty, was dainty in her person and dress, and was very agreeable in conversation. She was invariably described as having been a personal friend of Whittier's, and was unquestionably the person mentioned by him in his poem called originally An incident among the White Mountains, but more recently Mountain pictures, Monadnock from Wachusett. Works
W. J. Linton (search for this): chapter 12
breathe her charmed atmosphere, Wherein to her my service brings The reverence due to holy things. Her maiden pride, her haughty name, My dumb devotion shall not shame; The love that no return doth crave To knightly level lifts the slave. No lance have I, in joust or fight To splinter in my lady's sight; But at her feet how blest were I For any need of hers to die. When in his later years, he had matured the ballad measure, he gives us also something which, as an English critic, Mr. W. J. Linton, has said reads as if it might be from the old French, or a ballad which Dante Rossetti might have written :-- The sisters Annie and Rhoda, sisters twain, Woke in the night to the sound of rain, The rush of wind, the ramp and roar, Of great waves climbing a rocky shore. Annie rose up in her bedgown white, And looked out into the storm and night. ‘Hush, and hearken’ she cried in fear, ‘Hearest thou nothing? sister dear! ’ ‘ I hear the sea and the plash of rain, And roar of the n
Alfred Tennyson (search for this): chapter 12
The next example of Whittier's range of love poetry is to be found in that exquisite romance of New England life and landscape, known as My Playmate, of which Tennyson said justly to Mrs. Maria S. Porter, It is a perfect poem; in some of his descriptions of scenery and wild flowers, he would rank with Wordsworth. It interpretshose bereft and solitary years. Did Whittier plan those effects deliberately? Probably not, but they are there; and the most exquisite combination of sounds in Tennyson or in Mrs. Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese, can only equal them. Even to Whittier, they came only in a favoured hour; and in the more continuous test of blank verse, he fails, like every modern poet since Keats, save Tennyson, alone. Amy Wentworth is also one of his very best, and has the same delicate precision of sound to the ear and in the use of proper names; the house in Jaffrey Street, with its staircase and its ivy; with Elliot's green bowers and the sweet-brier, bloomi
James T. Fields (search for this): chapter 12
w To right and left he lingered,-- As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked apron fingered. He saw her lift her eyes, he felt The soft hand's light caressing, And heard the tremble of her voice, As if a fault confessing. ‘ I'm sorry that I spelt the word; I hate to go above you: Because,’--the brown eyes lower fell- ‘Because, you see, I love you.’ Still memory to a gray-haired man That sweet child-face is showing. Dear girl! the grasses on her grave Have forty years been growing. Mrs. Fields's Whittier, p. 65. I withhold the closing verse with its moral; a thing always hard for Whittier to forego. The next example of Whittier's range of love poetry is to be found in that exquisite romance of New England life and landscape, known as My Playmate, of which Tennyson said justly to Mrs. Maria S. Porter, It is a perfect poem; in some of his descriptions of scenery and wild flowers, he would rank with Wordsworth. It interprets the associations around him and the dreams of t
James Russell Lowell (search for this): chapter 12
he closing verse with its moral; a thing always hard for Whittier to forego. The next example of Whittier's range of love poetry is to be found in that exquisite romance of New England life and landscape, known as My Playmate, of which Tennyson said justly to Mrs. Maria S. Porter, It is a perfect poem; in some of his descriptions of scenery and wild flowers, he would rank with Wordsworth. It interprets the associations around him and the dreams of the long past as neither Longfellow, nor Lowell, nor Holmes, could have done it; the very life of life in love-memories in the atmosphere where he was born and dwelt. Many a pilgrim has sought the arbutus at Follymill or listened to the pines on Ramoth Hill with as much affection as he would seek the haunts of Chaucer; and has felt anew the charm of the association, the rise and fall of the simple music, the skill of the cadence, the way the words fall into place, the unexplained gift by which this man who could scarcely tell one tune fr
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (search for this): chapter 12
I withhold the closing verse with its moral; a thing always hard for Whittier to forego. The next example of Whittier's range of love poetry is to be found in that exquisite romance of New England life and landscape, known as My Playmate, of which Tennyson said justly to Mrs. Maria S. Porter, It is a perfect poem; in some of his descriptions of scenery and wild flowers, he would rank with Wordsworth. It interprets the associations around him and the dreams of the long past as neither Longfellow, nor Lowell, nor Holmes, could have done it; the very life of life in love-memories in the atmosphere where he was born and dwelt. Many a pilgrim has sought the arbutus at Follymill or listened to the pines on Ramoth Hill with as much affection as he would seek the haunts of Chaucer; and has felt anew the charm of the association, the rise and fall of the simple music, the skill of the cadence, the way the words fall into place, the unexplained gift by which this man who could scarcely te
William Lyon Phelps (search for this): chapter 12
ings in his case, and could only say that there had been vague reports, to which she attached no value, about somebody at Amesbury. The Century Magazine for May, 1902, contained what was called a noteworthy letter by Whittier, edited by Mr. William Lyon Phelps and addressed to Miss Cornelia Russ of Hartford, Conn., on his leaving that city on Dec. 31, 1831. It contains a proposal of an interview, apparently with a view to marriage. Mr. Pickard, his literary editor, frankly doubts the genuineng his early correspondence; and he also questions the correctness of its dates, because he finds Whittier to have left Hartford permanently several months earlier than the date of the letter. He also disapproves, apparently, the assumption of Mr. Phelps that the object of this letter was the person who inspired that poem of Whittier which came nearest to a love-song, Memories. He asserts positively that the real object of this poem was a lady of whom Mr. Pickard thus writes in a newspaper com
Elizabeth Lloyd (search for this): chapter 12
It will be noticed that the person described in Memories is remembered as a child, and this does not apply to the case of Miss Russ, as it does apply to Miss Smith. Then again, the hazel eyes' and brown tresses' belong to Miss Smith, and not, as I have understood, to the Hartford lady. Apart from these boyish traditions, the person with whom Whittier's name was most persistently attached, in the way of matrimonial predictions, was an accomplished and attractive person named Elizabeth Lloyd, whom he knew intimately in Friends' Meeting, though she afterward became, like many of the Philadelphia Friends, an Episcopalian. She, like himself, printed many poems, one of which gave her a sort of vicarious celebrity, being that entitled Milton's prayer in Blindness, which was taken by many to be a real production of the poet. I can well remember to have heard this theory defended by cultivated people; and the impression so far prevailed, that it was understood to have been repri
Rhoda (search for this): chapter 12
otion shall not shame; The love that no return doth crave To knightly level lifts the slave. No lance have I, in joust or fight To splinter in my lady's sight; But at her feet how blest were I For any need of hers to die. When in his later years, he had matured the ballad measure, he gives us also something which, as an English critic, Mr. W. J. Linton, has said reads as if it might be from the old French, or a ballad which Dante Rossetti might have written :-- The sisters Annie and Rhoda, sisters twain, Woke in the night to the sound of rain, The rush of wind, the ramp and roar, Of great waves climbing a rocky shore. Annie rose up in her bedgown white, And looked out into the storm and night. ‘Hush, and hearken’ she cried in fear, ‘Hearest thou nothing? sister dear! ’ ‘ I hear the sea and the plash of rain, And roar of the northeast hurricane. ‘ Get thee back to the bed so warm I No good comes of watching a storm. ‘ What is it to thee, I fain would know, That wav
Thomas (search for this): chapter 12
arest to a love-song, Memories. He asserts positively that the real object of this poem was a lady of whom Mr. Pickard thus writes in a newspaper communication since the publication of his volume. She died several years ago, the widow of Judge Thomas of Covington, Ky. She was born in Haverhill, and was a distant relative of Whittier's, her maiden name being Mary Emerson Smith. Her grandmother, Mrs. Nehemiah Emerson, was a second cousin of Whittier's father. As a girl she was often at herof either of them. She went to Cincinnati with her uncles, about 1831, and for this reason he planned to go West in 1832, but was prevented by a prospect of being elected to Congress from the Essex district. Up to the time of her marriage to Judge Thomas, Whittier's letters to her were frequent, all written in a brotherly tone, and giving the gossip of Haverhill. In one letter, written in 1832, he refers to his just published poem, Moll Pitcher, and says he has in it drawn a portrait of herse
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