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or a Deist, as he happened to be in
"Oh! night, the mood_or as this no-belief or that And storm and darkness, ye are wondrous seemed best suited for a series of strong, stanzas to astonish the natives. We Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light have seen what he made by trying to Of a dark eye in woman !!!” “ mingle with the universe.” In one There are some fine and noble things of the most admired passages in the in these same stanzas, but mixed with third book of the Childe, throughout baser matter, and that, too, at the very the whole of which he is haunted by moment when the soul in its emotion Wordsworth, whom he would, all in of grandeur was desiring nothing but vain, hate and imitate-while decla- the truth. ring that he has delivered himself up,
“ Far along, soul and body, to the feeling of the From peak to peak, the rattling crags infinite, the supersensual, and the spi. among, ritual, sympathizes with the early Leaps the live thunder " Persian in making
is glorious; but, alas ! how could the “ His altar the high places, and the peak
same man who said that say Of earth o'ergazing mountains,"
" And now the glee
of the loud hills shakes with its mountainand exclaims,
mirth, " Come and compare
As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthand idol-dwellings, Goth or quake's birth!!”. Greek,
Now turn to Wordsworth-not on With nature's realms of worship, earth
account of any similarity of style, for and air, Nor fix on fond abodes to circumscribe
there is none, between him and Byron
- nor yet on account of much similarthy prayer ;"
ity between the objects dealt with, for even in that very mood of ecstasy, there is little, except that they are in rapt and inspired beyond this “ visible both cases objects of nature--but on diurnal sphere" by the more glorious account of the manifest but unsuccessaspects itself assumes, he destroys our ful straining, in the stanzas we have delusion, and lets us into the secret of been reading, after the spirit of the his own-or rather into that of his de communion which Wordsworth holds ception-by a single blow that jars all in his poetry with all outward things. the nerves in our body
“ These beauteous forms,
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
" If this
" When like a roe
“ That time is past,
“And I have felt
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
of all my moral being.' What divine exaltation, and what divine composure! Poetry, Philosophy, Religion. And clear as light-harmonious as music—the perfectly beautiful language of the Revelation !
Or turn to that glorious passage in the Excursion--but the mountains all wear an unusual hush, and we shall give it utterance to glorify the gloom.
“ Such was the Boy-but for the growing youth
People say that, of all poets, Byron alone has fitly sung the sea. Let us recite the celebrated close of Childe Harold.
“Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place,
Ye Elements !--in whose ennobling stir
In deeming such inhabit many a spot ?
“ There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
“ Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin-his control Stops with the shore ;- upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell’d, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
“ His steps are not upon thy paths,-thy fields
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
“ The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
They melt into thy yest of waves, which mar
“ Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee-
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow-
“ Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless alone,
" And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane-as I do here." What connexion of thought or therefore be a natural and pleasing feeling is there between the first and one ; but here it reminds one of Paul the second of these stanzas ? None. Pry. “ And music in its roar” is Nay, though manifestly supposed by an irrelevant and impertinent fact. the poet to be embued with one and " From these our interviews" is far the same spirit, they cut each other's from poetical-and it is paying Nature throats. In the first he longs and but a poor compliment to say “ I lovo prays for a friend of his soul-a fe. her the more.” « To mingle with male-to sip with him in the desert the universe" we have had rather too the goblet of delight; in the second often—it is strong, but far from origi. he declares there is no happiness like nal; and never was there such an imthat of mingling with the universo. potent conclusion as “ With one fair spirit for my minister.”
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all It would seem she were not to be hu.
conceal!" man, for with her he yearns to live, But what think ye, Mountains, of that " he might forget all the human the Address to the Ocean? What! race." Yet while fancying such an not one among you that has got the one as he desires, he asks
courage to speak out? You all look “Do I err
as if ye were deaf and dumb. Clap In deeming such inhalit many a spot,
your hands then, in sign of praise Though with them to converse can rarely and Thou with the coronet of clouds, be our lot ?"
unking thyself in homage to the great
Poet of the Sea. He asks the elements if they can ac
Not a word will one of them utter cord him such a being-the elements
-'tis their Siesta - and every mo“ in whose ennobling stir he feels himself cxalted”_though
ther's son of them is asleep. Like we seo
horses they seldom lie down, and preno high exaltation in such an apos
fer to dream on their feet. But we trophe-and we shall believe, there
must awaken them-HA! ha! ha! ha! fore, that “ the one fair spirit” is a
lla! Ha! Ha! - Well, it was worth child of their own-but in what is to lie her ministry? Will her sex pro
while coming here, all the way from tect her? Why has the fair spirit
Auld Reckie, for sake of that circular
series of echoes. Another yet-like sex? Is he too to be a spirit in the desert? Ah! no. A man. So it is
the smothered laughter of a Fairy, far only a new version of the old story
far away, hiding herself in a hillock the impassioned poct is still flesh and
so sweet and wild it was—so musical
with the voice of some mysterious blood--and the child of the elements,
kind of life! aerial as she seems, or of illumined
If Cruachan will not criticise, Chris. tears, or lambent fire that burns not,
topher must-and what then, we ask will be found after all to have a taint
ourselves, and you most attentive of earth.
audience of Clouds, who, judging from Setting aside its inconsistency with what precedes it, there is not in the
the enlightened gloom on your faces,
have made up your minds to follow second stanza much power either of
our lecture with thunders of applauso thought or expression.
- what then, thou beautiful but bro“ There is society where none intrudes, ken Sky who look'st somewhat restless By the deep sea, and music in its roar,"
usic in its roar," and as if thou wast given to changeis the repetition, for the tenth or twen- wbat then, O Sun who hast such an tieth time in the poem, of a sentiment eye for nature and what, 0 Nature, that pleased Cicero, Plutarch, Bacon, who lovest all things and hast them and many other wise men, and must given thee into thy holy keeping what