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Whereat are inextricable from the British poets are The ideas of royalty and aristocracy, the ideas
of the ^radical separation division of those who serve from those who are
served, and of the idea a continual recognition of the
great leading principles that lie spread at the bases
of monarchicaly institutions and the societies and
beliefs of the caste. nations.— Always and in In the continents
of the eastern hemisphere the a bards have always
been whether ancient or modern has been
an attaché to a nobleman or a court,
or to that order the order of noblemen and courts.— In The skald, the
harper, the th troubadour, Shakespeare, the feudal minstrel,
the more modern poet, the laureate, all have
found written and spoken for them ^write or did write or speak for those selected persons and at
their behest, and for the honor and largesse
they gave.—Shakespeare wrote composed altogether
for the court and for the ^young nobility and the
gentry—; he had no other audiences.— The courts hasve at all times
pensioned eminent poets, and does do so to
this day.—..... In all times and in all
nations it has been the faith of
poets to believe in ^ the noblest thoughts
and deeds and to express them and to
diffuse the love of beauty.—In this we inherit and partake of every one, without distinction of parties or place. In this
is the common glory of poets, irrespective
of period or place.—In this the good
of any one is the good of all—.....
Nor can any Yet is no poet be ^become dear to a people
unless he represent be of them and of
the spirit of them, —in a growth of the
soil, the water, the climate, the age, the
government, the religion, the leading characteristics,
the a height and individuality for his own
nation and days and f not for other nations—
in Egypt and Egyptian, in Greece a Greek, in
Germany a German, in England and Englishman, in the United
Of the leading British poets many who
began with the rights of man, abjiured
their beginnning and came out for kingraft
priestcraft, obedience, and so forth.—
Southey, Coleridge, and Wordsworth, did
so.—
COWPER, at the conclusion of his poem, "Yardly Oak," has a rare poetic image, producing an effect in verse which a sculptor might envy for his marble. The poem itself is but a fragment—one of the last great undertakings of the poet, commenced at the age of sixty. It celebrates an old tree, of the date of the Norman conquest, in Yardly Chase, within walking distance of Olney, and we may suppose the poet often to have visited it. Fancy introduces us to the early life of the tree:
"Autumnal rains Beneath thy parent tree mellowed the soil, [begin surface 6] Designed thy cradle; and a skipping deer, With pointed hoof, dibbling the glebe, prepared The soft receptacle, in which, secure, Thy rudiments should sleep the winter through."The verse becomes knotted with the stubborn strength of the giant oak:
"Time was, when, settling on thy leaf, a fly Could shake thee to the root—and time has been When tempests could not. At thy primest age Thou hadst within thy bole solid contents, That might have ribb'd the sides and plank'd the deck Of some flagg'd admiral; and tortuous arms, The shipwright's darling treasure, didst present To the four-quarter'd winds, robust and bold, Warp'd into tough knee-timber, many a load!"We come to the concluding passage—one of the grandest COWPER ever wrote. We may imagine him spell-bound by the image he had created, despairing of continuing the work. It is a vision of Adam in Paradise:
"One man alone, the father of us all, Drew not his life from woman; never gazed, With mute unconsciousness of what he saw, On all around him; learn'd not by degrees, Nor owed articulation to his ear; But, moulded by his Maker into man At once, upstood intelligent, survey'd All creatures with precision, understood Their purport, uses, properties, assign'd To each his name significant, and, fill'd With love and wisdom, rendered back to Heaven, In praise harmonious, the first air he drew. He was excused the penalties of dull Minority. No tutor charged his hand With the thought-tracing quill, or task'd his mind With problems. History, not wanted yet, Lean'd on her elbow, watching Time, whose course, Eventful, should supply her with a theme."