"O how my mind Not a thought, That I can find, All to nought! Short ends of threds, And narrow shreds Of lists, Knots, snarled ruffs, Are my torn meditation's ragged clothing, Which, wound and woven, shape a sute for nothing: To think how to unthink that thought again!" Immediately after these burlesque passages I cannot proceed to the extracts promised, without changing the ludicrous tone of feeling by the interposition of the three following stanzas of Herbert's. VIRTUE. "Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must dye. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must dye. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A nest, where sweets compacted lie: My musick shews, ye have your closes, THE BOSOM SIN : A SONNET BY GEORGE HERBERT. "Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, 5 ΤΟ 15 20 25 30 35 Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, LOVE UNKNOWN. "Dear friend, sit down, the tale is long and sad: But he (I sigh to say) A stream of blood, which issued from the side And have good cause there it was dipt and dyed, (I sigh to tell) So I went The greatness shew'd the owner. Which at a board, while many drank bare wine, I found that some had stuffed the bed with thoughts, 5 ΤΟ 15 20 25 30 35 40 ? CHAPTER XX The former subject continued. I HAVE no fear in declaring my conviction, that the excellence defined and exemplified in the preceding Chapter is not the characteristic excellence of Mr. Wordsworth's style; because I can add with equal sincerity, that it is 5 precluded by higher powers. The praise of uniform adherence to genuine, logical English is undoubtedly his; nay, laying the main emphasis on the word uniform, I will dare add that, of all contemporary poets, it is his alone. For in a less absolute sense of the word, I should certainly 10 include MR. Bowles, LORD BYRON, and, as to all his later writings, MR. SOUTHEY, the exceptions in their work being so few and unimportant. But of the specific excellence described in the quotation from Garve, I appear to find more, and more undoubted specimens in the works of others; 15 for instance, among the minor poems of Mr. Thomas Moore, and of our illustrious Laureate. To me it will always remain a singular and noticeable fact; that a theory which would establish this lingua communis, not only as the best, but as the only commendable style, should have proceeded 20 from a poet, whose diction, next to that of Shakespeare and Milton, appears to me of all others the most individualized and characteristic. And let it be remembered too, that I am now interpreting the controverted passages of Mr. W's. critical preface by the purpose and object, which he may 25 be supposed to have intended, rather than by the sense which the words themselves must convey, if they are taken without this allowance. A person of any taste, who had but studied three or four of Shakespeare's principal plays, would without the name 7.75 affixed scarcely fail to recognise as Shakespeare's a quota- "It seems, as I retrace the ballad line by line, That but half of it is theirs, and the better half is thine." Who, having been previously acquainted with any considerable portion of Mr. Wordsworth's publications, and 15 having studied them with a full feeling of the author's genius, would not at once claim as Wordsworthian the little poem on the rainbow? 'The child is father of the man, &c." Or in the "Lucy Gray?" "No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; The sweetest thing that ever grew Or in the "Idle Shepherd-boys"? "Along the river's stony marge The sand-lark chaunts a joyous song; And carols loud and strong. A thousand lambs are on the rocks, 30 All newly born! both earth and sky Keep jubilee, and more than all, That plaintive cry! which up the hill 35 |