The greatness shew'd the owner. So I went Thinking with that, which I did thus present, 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 affixed scarcely fail to recognise as Shakespeare's a quotation from any other play, though but of a few lines. A similar peculiarity, though in a less degree, attends Mr. Wordsworth's style, whenever he speaks in his own person; or whenever, though under a feigned name, it is clear that he 5 himself is still speaking, as in the different dramatis personæ of the "RECLUSE." Even in the other poems, in which he purposes to be most dramatic, there are few in which it does not occasionally burst forth. The reader might often address the poet in his own words with reference to the persons 10 introduced: 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 20 25 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 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 Need I mention the exquisite description of the Sea Loch in the "Blind Highland Boy"? Who but a poet tells a tale in such language to the little ones by the fire-side as "Yet had he many a restless dream Both when he heard the eagle's scream, For to this lake, by night and day, And rivers large and strong : Then hurries back the road it came- As long as earth shall last. And with the coming of the tide, I might quote almost the whole of his "RUTH," but take 30 the following stanzas: 35 But, as you have before been told, This stripling, sportive, gay, and bold, So beautiful, through savage lands The wind, the tempest roaring high, For him, a youth to whom was given Whatever in those climes he found A kindred impulse, seemed allied The workings of his heart. Nor less, to feed voluptuous thought, The beauteous forms of nature wrought, The breezes their own languor lent; The stars had feelings, which they sent Yet, in his worst pursuits, I ween For passions, linked to forms so fair And stately, needs must have their share 5 ΤΟ 15 20 But from Mr. Wordsworth's more elevated compositions, 25 which already form three-fourths of his works; and will, I trust, constitute hereafter a still larger proportion ;-from these, whether in rhyme or blank-verse, it would be difficult and almost superfluous to select instances of a diction peculiarly his own, of a style which cannot be imitated, without 30 its being at once recognised as originating in Mr. Wordsworth. It would not be easy to open on any one of his loftier strains, that does not contain examples of this; and more in proportion as the lines are more excellent, and most like the author. For those, who may happen to have been 35 less familiar with his writings, I will give three specimens |