Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides Flying from something that he dreads, than one That had no need of a remoter charm, Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes Not harsh, nor grating, though of ample power All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And mountains; and of all that we behold The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Nor perchance, If I were not thus taught, should I the more For thou art with me here upon the banks With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence-wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love-oh! with far deeper zeal Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, This poem is characteristic of the loftiest side of Wordsworth's genius. In it he struck for the first time. the sublime note that has drawn men after him as the prophet of a new delight, a full-voiced speaker of things that all feel dimly and vaguely, but which no poet before him had expressed with such force. But mark, as confirming what I have said about the gradual character of transitions in poetry, that both the rhythm of Wordsworth's lines and the feeling expressed are developments from Cowper. The level Ouse flowed through a flatter landscape than the Derwent, and there was a fire and majesty in Wordsworth's stronger spirit that we look for in vain in the gentle Cowper. But the direction of their feelings was the same; the rhythm of their verse had much in common; Wordsworth's torch was kindled at Cowper's. "A great poet creates the taste by which he is enjoyed," Wordsworth said, and the saying is often repeated. But it is isolating him too much to say that he created the taste that enjoyed his Nature poetry. We can believe this only when we ignore all that happened in the half century between Pope's death and the appearance of the "Lyrical Ballads." No the current formula that Wordsworth created the taste by which he is enjoyed is only a half or a quarter truth. The currency that the saying has obtained is due chiefly to a vague impression, such as often arises when the facts of history are mingled together and fancifully rearranged in the popular memory-a vague impression that all Wordsworth's 66 HOSTILE RECEPTION OF LYRICAL BALLADS" 181 poetry was received with a howl of derision and ridicule when first submitted to the public. There were three veins in one volume-"Tintern Abbey Lines," "Guilt and Sorrow," and the "Lyrical Ballads." Now, it was not against what is commonly understood by his Nature poetry, such poetry as I have quoted,—that the storm was directed, but against some of his lyrical ballads, strictly so called: "The Idiot Boy," "Goody Blake," and "The Thorn." And the storm did not become loud and long till Wordsworth not only defended these poems in his famous Preface, but with aggressive obstinacy maintained that all true poetry must be composed on the same principles. Further, though the storm against these poems has long since subsided into a calm, the taste for them has not yet been created. Even Mr. Myers admits that "The Thorn," "The Idiot Boy," and "Goody Blake and Harry Gill" have been "justly blamed for triviality.” As I am one of the few who do not agree with this verdict, having a natural taste for such grotesque mixtures of pathos and rough humor,-a taste not created by Wordsworth, but more probably by a bucolic upbringing, I am all the less likely to be biassed in the admission that the taste is not general. These lyrical ballads, which owed their origin to an accident, are certainly strange and original, fully colored by the poet's individuality. The idea of writing them probably occurred to Wordsworth when he was conversing with Coleridge over the German imitations of Percy's old English ballads. The idea of writing the "Ancient Mariner" occurred in the course of the same companionship, and the difference between them and the "Mariner" represents the difference in individual character between Wordsworth and Coleridge. The two friends began writing the "Mariner" together, but their conceptions were so different that Wordsworth left Coleridge to finish it. CHAPTER XIII WORDSWORTH-continued 66 THE IDIOT BOY "-PROSE v. POETRY-COLERIDGE ON WORDS WORTH IF you have read some of the lyrical ballads to which I directed you, you will not, I think, be surprised that they appeared trivial, absurd, and even repulsive to the generality of readers of poetry when first they made their appearance. The wonder, rather, is that they found as many readers as they did, for though many mocked, a considerable number read them, as appears from the fact that a second edition was called for in 1800. This could hardly have been the case if the vein of sentiment had been altogether new in literature. Sensibility to the joys and sorrows of humble folk, a disposition never entirely absent from civilized communities, we may well believe, had been deliberately cultivated during the latter part of the eighteenth century as an artistic motive. A whole school of prose fiction ministered to this sentiment, the most prominent examples of which are Sterne's "Tristram Shandy" and "Sentimental Journey," where the sentiment appears casually, and Mackenzie's "Man of Feeling," where it is the dominant feeling. Universal sympathy, tender interest in every-thing that lives and moves, was the note of this school. Burns wore out two copies of the "Man of Feeling" carrying it about in his pocket; and it doubtless helped to awaken and foster in him the tenderness of heart that inspired his "Address to the Mouse." Sensibility, in fact, pervaded literature during the last forty years of the century, and the tender |