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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature 2 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 6. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 2 0 Browse Search
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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature, A Glossary of Important Contributors to American Literature (search)
. Some of his publications are Views Afoot, or Europe seen with Knapsack and staff (1846); and many other accounts of travel, the tnal one being Egypt and Iceland (1874). Among his novels are Hannah Thurston (1863); John Godfrey's fortunes (1864); The story of Kennett (1866); Joseph and his friend (1870); and Beauty and the Beast, and tales of home (1872). His books of poetry, by which he is, perhaps, best known, include The poet's journal (1862); Poems (1865); The Masque of the Gods (1872); Lars: a pastoral of Norway (1873); Home-Pastorals (1875); The national Ode (1876); and Prince Deukalion: a lyrical Drama (1878). His most valuable work in verse was a translation of Goethe's Faust. Some of his miscellaneous writings were published after his death under the title Studies in German literature (1879); and Essays and notes (1880). Died in Berlin, Germany, Dec. 15, 1878. Thaxter, Celia [Laighton] Born in Portsmouth, N. H., June 29, 1836. Her father, Thomas B. Laighton, was kee
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 6. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Personal Sketches and tributes (search)
ilt up his splendid reputation. Traveller, editor, novelist, translator, diplomatist, and through all and above all poet, what he was he owed wholly to himself. His native honesty was satisfied with no half tasks. He finished as he went, and always said and did his best. It is perhaps too early to assign him his place in American literature. His picturesque books of travel, his Oriental lyrics, his Pennsylvanian idyls, his Centennial ode, the pastoral beauty and Christian sweetness of Lars, and the high argument and rhythmic marvel of Deukalion are sureties of the permanence of his reputation. But at this moment my thoughts dwell rather upon the man than the author. The calamity of his death, felt in both hemispheres, is to me and to all who intimately knew and loved him a heavy personal loss. Under the shadow of this bereavement, in the inner circle of mourning, we sorrow most of all that we shall see his face no more, and long for the touch of a vanished hand, and the soun
The Daily Dispatch: March 31, 1862., [Electronic resource], Wendell Phillip's late Speech. (search)
eople as are the Yankees to the South, Wendell Phillips would prefer to remain in it, and kiss the feet of the conqueror, court their favor and tremble at their frowns, rather than breathe the free air in a foreign land. But men is not the spirit of the South. We have heard our brave women say, with tears in their eyes that they would rather die than behold the subjugation of their native land. And where such is the spirit of the women, the men cannot be expected to be actuated by purposes Lars lofty and resolves less inflexible. And as to "exile," is the event of Yankee conquest, what would it be, but freedom "from daily contact with the things we loathe?" We do not underrate the love of our native land; but dear to its people as is every foot of its entered rail every noble mountain and beautiful river, bellowed as it is by grand historic and honest old traditions, made precious by all the memories of youth, friendship, love, and hope, and made dearer even by the burning trib