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each soft shade of the images, in words admiration of his genius with the lifewhich at once make us conscious of blood of hearts neither, unreflecting nor their most transient beauty. At alį ungentle ?, !.

mine events, there was surely no ollence in an But most of the subjects of Mr. individual's rejecting the aid of a stile Wordsworth, though not arrayed in any regarded as poetic, and relying for his adventitious pomp, have a real and infame on the naked majesty of his con- nate, grandeur. True it is, that he ceptions. The triumph is more signal moves not, among the regalities, but when the Poet uses language as a inir-, among the humanities of his art. True ror, clear, and itself invisible, to reflect it is, that his poetry does not,“ make its his creations in their native hues,-than bed and procreant cradle" in, the when he employs it as a stained and "jutting, frieze, cornice, or architrave" fallacious medium to exhibit its own of the glorious edifices of human power. varieties of tint, and to shew the objects The universe, in its naked majesty, and

which it partially reveals in its own pris- man in the plain dignity of his nature, * matic colouring.

are his favourite themes. And is there .. But it is said that the subjects of no might, no glory, no sanctity in these? Wordsworth's poetry are not in them- Earth has her own venerablenesses her selves so lofty as those which his noblest awful forests, which have darkened her predecessors have chosen. If this be hills for ages with tremendous gloom; True, and he has yet succeeded in dis- her mysterious springs pouring out evercovering within thein poetical affinities, lasting waters from unsearchable, reor in shedding on them a new conse- cesses; her wrecks of elemental concration, he does not surely deserve ill tests ; her jagged rocks, monumental of of his species. He has left all our old an earlier world. The lowliest of her objects of veneration uninjured, and has beauties has an antiquity beyond that enabled us to recognize new ones in the of the pyramids. The evening breeze peaceful and familiar courses of our has the old sweetness which it shed being. The question is not whether over the fields of Canaan, when Isaac there are more august themes than those went out to meditate. The Nile swells which he has treated, but whether these with its rich waters towards the bullast bave any interest, as seen in the rushes of Egypt, as when the infant Molight which he has cast around them. ses nestled among them, watched by the If they have, the benefits which he has sisterly love of Miriam. Zion's hill conferred on huinanity are more signal, has not passed away with its temple, and the triumph of his own powers is nor lost its sanctity amidst the tumultus inore undivided and more pure, than ifous changes around it, nor even by the he had treated on subjects which we accomplishment of that awful religion have been accustomed to revere. We of types and symbols which once was are more indebted to one who opens enthroned on its steeps. The sun to to us a new and secluded pathway in which the poet turns his eye is the the regions of fantasy with its own ver- same which shone over Thermopylæ ; dant inequalities and delicate overshad- the wind to which he listens swept ings of foliage, than if he had stepped over Salamis, and scattered the armamajestically in the broad and beaten ments of Xerxes. Is a poet utterly

highway to swell the triumphant pro- deprived of fitting themes, to whom *. cession of laurelled bards. Is it matter ocean, earth, and sky are open-who has

of accusation that a poet has opened an eye for the most evanescent of. naļ visions of glory about the ordinary walks ture's hues, and the most ethereal of

of life that he has linked holiest asso- her graces--who can.“ live in the rainciations to things which hitherto have bow and play in the plighted clouds,”

been regarded without emotion--that or send into our hearts the awful lone**he has made beauty “a simple product liness of regions “consecrate to eldest

of the common day! Shall he bę de- time: Is there nothing in man, con- t nied the poetic faculty who without the sidered abstractedly from the distinc

attractions of story without the blan- rtions of this world nothing in a being **dishments of diction without even the, who is in the infancy of an immortal

aid of those associations which have en y life-who is lackeyed by a thousand crusted themselves around the oldest liveried angels' who is even “splendid themes of the poet, has for many years, it ashes and pompous in the grave! —to excited the animosities of the most po- awaken ideas of permanence, solemnity, pular critics, and mingled the love and and grandeur. Are there no themes

stigufficiently exalted - for poetry in the the beholders. A poet then who seeks 3.) niysteries of death and of life in the at once for beauty and sublimity in

desires and hopes which have their their native home of the human soulresting-place near the throne of the who resolveš "non sectari rivulos scd pe

Eternal-in affections, strange and won- tere fontes" can hardly be accused with 4. crous in their working, and unconquer- justice of rejecting the themes most .!! able by time, or anguish, or destiny? worthy of a bard. His office is, indeed, :: How little comparatively of allusion is more arduous than if he selected those *' there even in Shakspeare, whose génius subjects about which hallowing associ

will not be regarded as rigid or austere, ations have long clustered, and which to other venerablenesses than those of other poets have already rendered sacred. thie creation, and to qualities less com- But if he can discover new depths of mon than the human heart! The very affection in the soul or throw new luxuries which surround his lovers--the tinges of loveliness on objects hitherto pensive sweetnesses which steal away common, he ought not to be despised in the sting froin his saddest catastrophes proportion to the severity of the work,

are drawn from man's universal im- and the absence of extrinsic aid ! ?" munities, and the eldest sympathies of Wordsworth's persons are not invested

the universe. The divinity which with antique robes, nor clad in the sym!!.“ hedges his kings" is only humanity's bols of worldly pomp, but they are : ; finer essence. Even his Lear is great “ apparelled in celestial light." . By his

i only in intellectual might and in the power'“ the bare earth and mountains 1. terrible strangeness of his afflictions. bare” are covered with an imaginative to While invested with the pomp and cir- radiance more holy than that which old

cumstance of his station, he is froward, Greek poets shed over Olympus. The impatient, thankless-less than a child world, as consecrated by his poetic wis

in his liberality and in his resentments ; dom, is an enchanted 'scene-redolent t; but when he is cast abroad to seek á with sweet humanity, and vocal with

lodging with the owl and to endure the “echoes from beyond the grave." ..

fury of the elements, and is only a poor We shall now attempt to express the I and despised old man, the exterior crust reasons for our belief in Wordsworth's sówhich a life of prosperity had hardened genius, by first giving a few illustrations

over his soul is broken up by the vio- of his chief faculties, and then considerlence of his sorrows, his powers expand ing them in their application to the uses within his worn and wasted frame, of philosophical poetry. his spirit awakens in its long-forgotten We allude first to the descriptive

strength, and even in the wanderings faculty, because though not the least 1 of distraction gives hints of the pro- popular, it is the lowest which Words29 foundest philosophy, and manifests a worth possesses. He shares it with » real kingliness of nature-a sweet and many others, though few, we think, - most affecting courtesy-of which there enjoy it in so eminent a degree. It is

was no vestige in the days of his pride. difficult, indeed, to select passages from ni The regality of Richard lies not in his works which are merely descriptive;

Diji" compliment extern”-the philosophy but those which approach nearest to por*s? of Hamlet has a princeliness above that traiture, and are least imbued with fan

of his rank-and the beauties of Imogen tasy, are master-pieces in their kind. air are shed into her soul only by the se- Take, for example, the following pic

| lectest influences of creation. . ture of masses of vapour receding among Hi The objects which have been usually the steeps and summits of the mountains,

Tegarded as the most poetical derive after a storm, beneath an azure sky;

from the soul itself the far larger share the earlier part of which seems almost 11 of their poetical qualities. All their like another glimpse of Milton's heade power to elevate, to delight, or to awe ven ; and the conclusion of which im- us, which does not arise from mere presses us solemnly with the most awful

1 form, colour, and proportion, is mani. visions of Hebrew prophecy: 15 . festly drawn from the instincts cominon'."

" A step,; }; as to the species. The affections have 1 A single step, which freed me from the skirts 20:, first. consecrated all that they revere." , Of the blind vapour, opened to my viewe 5) Cornice, frieze, jutting, or architrave,! Glory beyond all glory ever seen... 11) - are fit nestling-places for poetry, chieflyro

By waking sense or by the dreaming soul

"The appearance instantaneously disclosed, 19as they are the symbols of feelings of " Was of a mighty city--boldly say" as ), grandeur and duration in the hearts of A Wilderness of building, sinking farlin

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And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth

Of stone and ivy, and the spread, Far sinking into splendour-without end !

of the elder's bushy head; Fabric it seemed of diamond and, of gold,

Some jealous and forbidding cell, With alabaster domes and silver spires;

That doth the living stars repel,
And blazing terrace upon terrace high

And where no flower hath leave to dwell.
Uplifted: here serene pavilions bright
In avenues disposed; there towers begirt

Her's are eyes serenely bright,
With battlements that on their restless fronts And on she moves with pace how light!
Bore stars, illumination of all gems!

Nor spares to stoop her head, and taste
O'twas an unimaginable sight;

The dewy turf, with flowers bestrown; Clouds, mists, streams, watery rocks and And in this way she fares, till at last emerald turl,

Beside the ridge of a grassy grave Clouds of all tincture, rocks and sapphire sky, In quietness she lays her down; Confused, commingled, mutually inflamed,

Gently as a weary wave Molteu together, and composing thus,

Sinks, when the summer breeze hath died, Each lost in each, that marvellous array

Against an anchored vessel's side ; Of teinple, palace, citadel, and huge

Even so, without distress, doth she Fantastic pomp of structure without name,

Lie down in peace, and lovingly." In fleecy folds voluminous enwrapped.

White Doe of Rylstone, Canto I. Right in the midst, where interspace appeared

What, as mere deseription, can be Of open court, an object like a throne Beneath a shining canopy of state

more masterly than the following picStood fix'd; and fix'd resemblances were seen ture of the mountain solitude, where a To implements of ordinary use,

dog was found, after three months But vast in size, in substance glorified;

watching by his master's body--though Such as by Hebrew prophets were beheld

the touches which send the feeling of In vision--forins uncouth of mightiest power, For admiration and mysterious awe !"

deep loneliness into the soul, and the

Excursion, B. II. bold imagination which represents the Contrast with this the delicate grace sences, are produced by higher than de

huge recess as visited by elemental preof the following picture, which repre- scriptive powers?— sents the white doe of Rylstone that

" It was a cove, a huge recess, most beautiful of mysteries on her That keeps till June December's snow; Sabbath visit to the grave of her sainted A lofty precipice in front, lady:

A silent tarn below!

Far in the bosom of Helvellyu,
" Soft-the dusky trees between

Remote from public road or dwelling.
And down the path through the open green Pathway, or cultivated land;
Where is no living thing to be seen;

From trace of human foot or hand.
And through yon gateway where is found,
Beneath the arch with ivy bound,

There, sometimes does a leaping fish
Free entrance to the church-yard ground;

Send through the Tarn a lonely cheer ; And right across the verdant sod

The crags repeat the raven's croak Towards the very house of God;

In symphony austere; Comes gliding in with lovely gleam,

Thither the rainbow comes, the cloud; Comes gliding in serene and slow,

And mists that spread the flying shroud, Soft and silent as a dream,

And sun-beams; and the sounding blast, A solitary Doe !

That, if it could, would hurry past, White is she as lily in June;

But that enormous barrier binds it fast." And beauteous as the silver moon,

We must abstain from farther examWhen out of sight the clouds are driven And she is left alone in heaven;

ples of the descriptive faculiy, and allude Or like a ship some gentle day

to that far higher gift which Words In sunshine sailing far away,

worth enjoys in his profound acquaintA glittering ship, that hath the plain ance with the sanctities of the soul. ! Of ocean for her own domain.

He does not make us feel the strength What harmonious pensive changes

of the passions, by their violent contests Wait upon her as she ranges

in a transient storm, but the measureRound and through this pile of state, less depth of the affections when Overthrown and desolate!

they are stillest and most holy. We Now a step or two her way

often meet in his works with little pasIs through space of open day, Where the enamour'd sunny light

sages in which we seem almost to conBrightens ber that was so bright;

template the well-springs of pure emoNow doth a delicate shadow falls

tion and gentle pathos, and to see the Falls upon her like a breath,

ċ old clefts in the rock of humanity From some lofty aneb or wall in ones saa good whence they arisei In these wel may :01

at ud Now some gloomy nook partaker

not irarely perceive the true eleinonts ofi "In of the glory which she makes, minw dsw tales of the purest sentiment and most

High ribbed odulo of sfone, or cellis pharga gengine tragedies. No poetishis done With perfect cunning framed, as well such justice to the depth and the ful

ness of maternal love. What, for in- itself thus becomes a passion to one stance, can be more tear-moving than whom it has bereaved ; or the waters these exclamations of a mother, who which flowed over the object of once for seven years has heard no tidings of happy love, become a solace to the an only child, ahandoning the false stay mourner, who nurses holy visions by of a pride which ever does unholy vio- their side. But an instinct which has lence to the sufferer ?

none of that tendency to go beyond “ Neglect me! no, I suffer'd long

itself, when its only object is lost, has From that ill thought; and, being blind, no earthly relief, but is left utterly desoSaid, “ Pride shall help me in my wrong; late. The hope of a lover looks chiefly Kind mother have I been, as kind

to a single point of time as its goal ;As ever breathed :” and that is true;

that of a mother is spread equally over I've wet my path with tears like dew,

existence, and when cut down, at once Weeping for him when no one knew. My son, if thou be humbled, poor,

the blossoming expectations of a whole Hopeless of honour, or of gain,

life are withered for ever. Oh ! do not dread thy mother's door;

Can any thing be more true or intense Think not of ine with grief or pain :

than the following description of reI now can see with better eyes; i And worldly grandeur I despise,

morse, rejecting the phantoms of superAnd fortune with her gifts and lies."

stitious horror as powerless, and repreHow grand and fearful are the follow- senting lovely and uncomplaining forms ing conjectures of her agony!

of those whose memories the sufferer

had dishonoured by his errors, casting “ Perhaps some dungeon hears thee groan, Maim'd, mangled by inhuman men;

their silent looks perpetually upon him : Or thou upon a desert thrown

-“ Feebly must they have felt Inheritest the lion's den;

Who, in old time, attired with snakes and whips Or hast been summond to the deep,

The vengeful Furies. Beautiful regards
Thou, thou and all thy mates, to keep Were turnd on me—the face of her I loved ;
An incommunicable sleep."

The wife and mother pitifully fixing

Tender reproaches, insupportable!" And how triumphant does the great instinct appear in its vanquishing even

We will give but one short passage the dread" of mortal chilness-asking more to shew the depth of Wordsand looking for spectres — and con worth's insight into our nature-but it cluding that their appearance is not is a passage which we think unequalled possible, because they come not to its in its kind in the compass of poetry. intense cravings

Never surely was such a glimpse of “ I look for ghosts; but none will force

beatific vision opened amidst mortal afTheir way to me : 'tis falsely said

Aiction ; such an elevation given to That ever there was intercourse

seeming weakness ; such consolation Between the living and the dead;

ascribed to bereaved love by the very For surely then I should have sight

heightening of its own intensities. The or him I wait for day and night, With love and longings infinite."

poet contends, that those whom we re

gard as dying broken-hearted for the loss Of the same class is the poem on the of friends, do not really perish through death of a noble youth, who fell in at- despair; but have such vivid prospects tempting to bound over a chasm of the of heaven, and such a present sense Wharf, and left his mother childless. that those who have been taken from What a volume of thought is there in them are waiting for them there, that the little stanzas which follow: they wear themselves away in longings *** If for á layer the lady wept,

after the reality, and so hasten to enjoy A solace she might borrow

it :v Prom death, and from the passion of death,

Full oft the innocent sufferer sees
Old Wharf might heal her sorrow.

Too clearly; feels too vividly; and longs 3149
She weeps not for the wedding-day,

To realize the vision with intense
Which was to be to-morrow :

And overconstant yeamingthere-there lies
Her hope was a farther-looking hope,

The excess by which the balance is destroy'd. And her's is a mother's sorrow !

Too, too contracted are these walls of flesh, Here we are made to feel not only the

This vital warmth too cold, these visual orbs, vastness of maternal affection, but its

Though inconceivably endow'd, too dim 11

For any passion of the soul that leads I difference from that of lovers. The last, To extasy; and, all the crooked pathis being a passion, has a tendency to grasp of time and change disdaining, takes its course and cling to abjects which niay sustain Along the line of limitless desires," it, and thus fixes even on those things But the imaginative faculty is that which have swallowed its hopes, and with which Wordsworth is most emi. draws them into its likeness. Death nently gified. As the term {MAQINA



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TION is often very loosely employed, it but it cannot combine things which na will be necessary for us here to state as ture has not prepared for union, because clearly as possible our idea of its mean- it does not add, but transfuses. Hence ing. 'In our sense, it is that power by there can be no wild incongruity, no which the spiritualities of our nature and splendid confusion in its works. Those the sensible images derived from the mate- which are commonly regarded as its rial universe are commingled at the will of productions in the metaphorical speeches the possessor. It has thus a two-fold of “ Irish eloquence," are their very re. operation-the bodying forth of feelings, verse, and may serve by contrast to exsentiments, and ideas, in beautiful and plain its realities. The highest and majestic forms, and giving to them purest of its efforts are when the inlocal habitations; and the informing tensest elements of the human soul are the colours and the shapes of mat- mingled inseparably with the vastest ter with the properties of the soul. majesties of the universe ; as where The first of these workings of the fa. Lear identifies his age with that of the culty supplies the highest excellences heavens, and calls on them to avenge of the orator, and of the philosophic his wrongs by their community of lot; bard. When Sophocles represents the and where Timon “ fixes his everlasteternal laws of morality ask produced ing mansion upon the beached shore of in the pure regions of celestial air — the salt flood," that “ once a day with having the Olympian alone for their its embossed froth the turbulent surge parent-as not subject to be touched by may cover him,” scoring human tears, the decays of man's mortal nature, or to but desiring the vast ocean for his eterbe shaded by oblivion-for the divinity nal mourner! is mighty within them, and waxes not Of this transfusing and reconciling old:''* it is this which half gives to them faculty-whether its office be to "cloath a majestic personality, and dimly figures upon," or to spiritualize-Mr. Wordsout their attributes. By the same pro- worth is, in the highest degree, master. cess, the imaginative faculty, aiming at Of this abundant proofs will be found results less sublime but more definite in the latter portion of this article ; at preand complete, gave individual shape to sent we will only give a few examples. luves, graces, and affections, and en- The first of these is one of the grandest dowed them with the breath of life. By instances of noble daring, completely this process, it shades over the sorrows successful, which poetry exhibits. After which it describes by the beauties and a magnificent picture of a single yewthe graces of nature, and tinges with tree, and a fine allusion to its readiness gentle colouring the very language of to furnish spears for old battles, the affliction. In the second mode of its poet proceeds: operation, on the other hand, it moves

"But worthier still of note over the universe like the spirit of God Are those fraternal four of Borrowdale, on the face of the waters, and peoples it Join'd in one solemn and capacious grove : with glorious shapes, as in the Greek

Huge trunks -and each particular trunk

growth mythology, or sheds on it a consecrating

of intertwisted fibres serpentine, radiance, and imparts to it an intense Upcoiling, and inveterately consolved, sympathy, as in the poems of these Not uninformed by fantasy and looks more refective days. Although a har That threaten the profane ;-a pillar'd shade monizing faculty, it can by the law of

Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue,

By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged its essence only act on things which

Perennially-bencath whose sable roof have an inherent likeness. It brings

Of boughs, as if for festal prarpose deck'd out the secret affinities of its objects; By unrejoicing berries, ghostly shapes

May meet at noon-tide-Fear and tremblin * This passage one of the noblest in

Silence and Foresight-Death the Skeleton

And Time the Shadow there to celebrate, stances of the moral sublime-is from the

As in a natural temple scatter'd o'er Theban dipus, where it is uttered by the

With altars undisturb'd of mossy stone,
Chorus on some of the profane scoffs of the United worship: or in mute repose
fated locasta:

To lie, and listen to the mountain Hood

Murmuring from Glamarara's innost cuves. • • “Ψψίποδές γ' εράνιαν δ' αιθερα Tekyudevies av "OAUTOS

Let the reader, when that first glow Παληο μόνος, έδέ νιν θναλα

of intuitive admiration which this pasdois dvégwy et uxley, gde

sagc cannot fail to inspire is past, look Μήν ποτε λάθα καθακοιμάσει,

back on the exquisite gradations by Méyas és TÁTOLT Feds,

which it naturally proceeds froni mere Ουδε γηράσκει.

description to the sublime personifica

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