human
How barren of all poetic production and even prose production this last year has been! For 1853 I have absolutely nothing to show. Really there has been nothing but the college work. The family absorbs half the time, and letters and visits take out a huge cantle. Yet four days later he wrote, January 4, 1854,
gpt
Another day absorbed in the college. But why complain? These golden days are driven like nails into the fabric. Who knows but they help it to hold fast and firm? On February 22, he writes,
human
You are not misinformed about my leaving the professorship. I am 'pawing to get free.' On his birthday, February 27, he writes, in the joy of approaching freedom,
gpt
I am curious to know what poetic victories, if any, will be won this year. On April 19 he writes,
human
At eleven o'clock in No. 6 University Hall, I delivered my last lecture--the last I shall ever deliver, here or anywhere.