human
I get very tired of the routine of this life.
gpt
This college work is like a great hand laid on all the strings of my lyre, stopping their vibrations.
human
How the days resemble each other and how sad it is to me that I cannot give them all to my poem.
gpt
I have fallen into a very unpoetic mood and cannot write. It must be remembered that his eyes were at this time very weak, that he suffered extremely from neuralgia, and that these entries were all made during the great fugitive slave excitement which agitated New England, and the political overturn in Massachusetts which culminated in the election of the poet's most intimate friend, Sumner, to the United States Senate. He records the occurrence of his forty-fourth birthday, and soon after when he is stereotyping the
human
Golden Legend he says:
gpt
I still work a good deal upon it, but also writes, only two days after,
human
Working hard with college classes to have them ready for their examinations. A fortnight later he says:
gpt
Examination in my department; always to me a day of anguish and exhaustion. His correspondence is very large; visitors and dinner parties constantly increase. His mother dies suddenly, and he sits all night alone by her dead body; a sense of peace comes over him, as if there had been no shock or jar in nature, but a
human
Later he gets tired of summer rest at Nahant, which he calls
gpt
but when two days later he goes back to Cambridge to resume his duties, he records:
human
I felt my neck bow and the pressure of the yoke. Soon after he says:
gpt
I find no time to write. I find more and more the little things of life shut out the great. Innumerable interruptions--letters of application for this and for that; endless importunities of foreigners for help here and help there--fret the day and consume it. He often records having half a dozen men to dine with him; he goes to the theatre, to lectures, concerts, and balls, has no repose, and perhaps, as we have seen at Nahant, would not really enjoy it. It was under these conditions, however, that the
human
Golden Legend came into the world in November, 1851; and it was not until September 12, 1854, that its author was finally separated from the University. He was before that date happily at work on
gpt
Hiawatha.