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G. S. Hillard, Life and Campaigns of George B. McClellan, Major-General , U. S. Army 2 0 Browse Search
HISTORY OF THE TOWN OF MEDFORD, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, FROM ITS FIRST SETTLEMENT, IN 1630, TO THE PRESENT TIME, 1855. (ed. Charles Brooks) 2 0 Browse Search
Elias Nason, The Life and Times of Charles Sumner: His Boyhood, Education and Public Career. 2 0 Browse Search
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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Book and heart: essays on literature and life 2 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 1, Colonial and Revolutionary Literature: Early National Literature: Part I (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 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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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, Index. (search)
er. Owen, Richard, 194. Palfrey, J. G., 12, 000, 103. Palmer, Edward, 117. Papanti, Lorenzo, 37. Parker, F. E., 53, 62, 63, 64. Parker, Theodore, 69, 97, 98, 100, Zzzi, 112, 113, 1309, 144, 148, 1500, 155, 59, 161, 168, 170, 175, 184, 189, 217, 221, 327. Parkman, Francis, 69, 183. Parsons, Charles, 13, 24, 400. Parsons, Theophilus, 122. Parton, James, 301. Paul, Apostle, 217. Peabody, A. P., 5, 53, 63. Peabody, Elizabeth, 86, 87, 173. Peirce, Benjamin, 17, 49, 50, 51, 52. Pericles, 112. period of the Newness, the, Perkins, C. C., 20, 66, 124. Perkins, H. C., 194. Perkins, S. G., 80, 81, 124. Perkins, S. H., 79, 80, 83, 84. Perkins, T. H., 80. Perry, Mrs., 315. Peter, Mrs., 17. Petrarca Francisco, 76. Philip of Macedon, 126, 131. Phillips & Sampson, 176. Phillips, W. A., 207. Phillips, Wendell, 53, 97, 121, 145, 148, 149, 150, 159, 240. 242, 243, 244, 297, 327, 328, 329, 333, 357. Pickering, Arthur, 85. Pierce, A. L., 125. Pierce, John, 45.
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, Fanny Fern-Mrs. Parton. (search)
icle every week for the Ledger, and thereby hangs a tale, the most wonderful fact in this veracious biography: Behold I from that time to this, she has never failed one week to produce the stipulated article, on time! Think, my reader, what this fact proves! what habits of industry, what system, what thoughtfulness, what business integrity, what super-woman punctuality, and O Minerva — Hygeia! what health! Aspasia was, Plato says, the preceptress of Socrates; she formed the rhetoric of Pericles, and was said to have composed some of his finest orations; but she never furnished an article every week for the Ledger for fourteen years. Hypatia taught mathematics and the Philosophy of Plato, in the great school of Alexandria, through most learned and eloquent discourses; but she never furnished an article for the Ledger every week for fourteen years. Elena Lucrezia Comoso Piscopia,--eminently a woman of letters,--manfully mastered the Greek, Latin, Arabic, Hebrew, Spanish, and F
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1, Chapter 4: College Life.—September, 1826, to September, 1830.—age, 15-19. (search)
inarily mere spectacles on such occasions; the language unintelligible to most of the audience, and the thought little regarded by those who sustain the characters: and this one was no exception to the rule. Sumner, in maintaining the superior claims of the orator, was unconsciously somewhat prophetic of his future. His English translation of the dialogue gives the following as the reply with which he concluded: You may both despise my profession, but I will yet pursue it. Demosthenes and Pericles, examples of former days, will be like stars to point out the pathway to glory; and their glory will always be the object of my desire. At the Senior exhibition (May 4, 1830), Bryant, Gardiner, Kerr, and Sumner had parts in a conference; namely, A Comparative Estimate of Alexander, Caesar, Cromwell, and Bonaparte as Statesmen and Warriors. Sumner's part is well written and spirited. While admitting the selfish ambition of the French emperor, and his subversion of the liberties of his c
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Atlantic Essays, Sappho. (search)
nt Homer, and the poetess equally designated her. There flourished in those days, said Strabo, writing a little before our era, Sappho, a wondrous creature; for we know not any woman to have appeared, within recorded time, who was in the least to be compared with her in respect to poesy. The dates of her birth and death are alike uncertain, but she lived somewhere between the years 628 and 572 B. C.: thus flourishing three or four centuries after Homer, and less than two centuries before Pericles. Her father's name is variously given, and we can only hope, in charity, that it was not Scamandronimus. We have no better authority than that of Ovid for saying that he died when his daughter was six years old. Her mother's name was Cleis, and Sappho had a daughter of the same name. The husband of the poetess was probably named Cercolas, and there is a faint suspicion that he was a man of property. It is supposed that she became early a widow, and won most of her poetic fame while in t
James Parton, The life of Horace Greeley, Chapter 12: editor of the New Yorker. (search)
s flow— There has been one to shed affection's tear, And 'mid a nation's joy, to feel a pang of woe! No! scorn them not, those flowers, They speak too deeply to each feeling heart— They tell that Guilt hath still its holier hours— That none may e'er from earth unmourned depart; That none bath all effaced The spell of Eden o'er his spirit cast, The heavenly image in his features traced— Or quenched the love unchanging to the last! Another of the Historic Pencilings, was on the Death of Pericles. This was its last stanza: No! let the brutal conqueror Still glut his soul with war, And let the ignoble million With shouts surround his car; But dearer far the lasting fame Which twines its wreaths with peace— Give me the tearless memory Of the mighty one of Greece. Only one of his poems seems to have been inspired by the tender passion. It is dated May 31st, 1834. Who this bright Vision was to whom the poem was addressed, or whether it was ever visible to any but the poet's
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 12: Greece and other lands 1867; aet. 48 (search)
ter his son-in-law and his successor at the Perkins Institution for the Blind. The ladies of Athens came too, full of hospitable feeling. There were visits, deputations, committee meetings, all day long, and in the evening parties and receptions. Spite of all this, her first impression of Athens was melancholy. She was oppressed and depressed at sight of the havoc wrought by Time and war upon monuments that should have been sacred. Speaking of the Parthenon, she exclaims:-- And Pericles caused it to be built; and this, his marble utterance, is now a lame sentence, with half its sense left out. ... Here is the Temple of Victory. Within are the basreliefs of the Victories arriving in the hurry of their glorious errands. Something so they tumbled in upon us when Sherman conquered the Carolinas, and Sheridan the Valley of the Shenandoah, when Lee surrendered, and the glad President went to Richmond. One of these Victories is untying her sandal, in token of permanent abid
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Index (search)
ter, Walter, II, 168. Patti, Adelina, II, 5. Paul, Jean, I, 67. Peabody, A. P., I, 210. Peabody, F. G., II, 127. Peabody, Lucia, II, 260. Peabody, Mary, see Mann. Peace, I, 300-07, 309, 312, 318, 319, 332, 345, 346; II, 8, 77, 326, 327, 359. Pearse, Mrs., II, 250. Peary, R. E., II, 396. Pecci, see Leo XIII. Peekskill, I, 6. Pekin, II, 276, 278, 279. Pelosos, Ernest, I, 124. Pennsylvania Peace Society, I, 319. Perabo, Mr., I, 245, 259; II, 136. Pericles, I, 274. Perkins, Charles, II, 99. Perkins, Mrs. C. C., I, 347; II, 65. Perkins, G. H., II, 292. Perkins Institution for the Blind, I, 73, 74, 102, 103, 105, 109, 111, 112, 128, 167, 249, 273, 283, 354; II, 59, 73, 129, 150, 269, 293, 347, 357. Perry, Bliss, II, 320. Perrysburg, II, 121, 122. Persiani (Fanny Tacchinardi), I, 87. Perugia, II, 243. Peter the Great, I, 249. Petrarch, Francesco, I, 194. Philadelphia, I, 63, 131, 169, 295, 304, 318; I, 195, 196.
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, A book of American explorers, Epochs of American History. (search)
colored Maps. 346 pages. Cloth, $1.25. We regret that we have not space for more quotations from this uncommonly strong, impartial, interesting book. Giving only enough facts to elucidate the matter discussed, it omits no important questions. It furnishes the reader clear-cut views of the right and the wrong of them all. It gives admirable pen-portraits of the great personages of the period with as much freedom from bias, and as much pains to be just, as if the author were delineating Pericles, or Alcibiades, Sulla, or Caesar. Dr. Wilson has earned the gratitude of seekers after truth by his masterly production.—N. C. University Magazine. This admirable little volume is one of the few books which nearly meet our ideal of history. It is causal history in the truest sense, tracing the workings of latent influences and far-reaching conditions of their outcome in striking fact, yet the whole current of events is kept in view, and the great personalities of the time, the nerve-c
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 4: (search)
n become my favorite instructor, as his subject has always been my favorite branch. I learn the language entirely through the German. My lexicon, grammar, etc., are German, and from this language I mean hereafter to acquire my Greek, since the means in it are vastly better than our language will afford, or even the Latin. At first we had some difficulty in fixing upon a common medium of translating. I did not like to render it into broken German, and I would not disgrace the language of Pericles and Demosthenes by rendering it into French. Latin, of course, was all that remained; and, after discarding my Latin and Greek lexicons, and renouncing forever the miserable assistance of Latin versions, I undertook to render into it, with some misgivings. I had never done it, I had never spoken a word of Latin; but the moment I began, the difficulty vanished. I found that I could translate thus nearly as fast as into my mother tongue; in short, I found that I knew a great deal more Lati
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 4 (search)
ery-day likenesses, deserved a genius of a different order from Clevenger. Clevenger gives the man as he is at the moment, but does not show the possibilities of his existence. Even thus seen, the head of Mr. Everett brings back all the age of Pericles, so refined and classic is its beauty. The two busts of Mr. Webster, by Clevenger and Powers, are the difference between prose,— healthy and energetic prose, indeed, but still prose,—and poetry. Clevenger's is such as we see Mr. Webster on anywe address those still more unknown? Shall we multiply our connections, and thus make them still more superficial? I would go into the crowd, and meet men for the day, to help them for the day, but for that intercourse which most becomes us. Pericles, Anaxagoras, Aspasia, Cleone, is circle wide enough for me. I should think all the resources of my nature, and all the tribute it could enforce from external nature, none too much to furnish the banquet for this circle. But where to find fit
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