create the taste by which he is to be relished; he must teach the art by which he is to be seen; this, in a certain degree, even to all persons, however wise and pure may be their lives, and however unvitiated their taste. But for those who dip into books in order to give an opinion of them, or talk about them to take up an opinion,—for this multitude of unhappy, and misguided, and misguiding beings, an entire regeneration must be produced; and if this be possible, it must be the work of time. To conclude, my ears are stone dead to this idle buzz, and my flesh as insensible as iron to these petty stings." * Wordsworth's estimate of the capability of the age to enjoy poetry was not high. "It is an awful truth, that there neither is, nor can be, any genuine enjoyment of poetry among nineteen out of twenty of those persons who live, or wish to live, in the broad light of the world, among those who either are, or are striving to make themselves, people of consideration in society. This is a truth, and an awful one, because to be incapable of a feeling of poetry, in my sense of the word, is to be without love of human nature and reverence for God." † It is well known that Wordsworth fixed his sidence at the lakes. He says, re "And, oh, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Think not of any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might. I only have relinquish'd one delight, * Life of Wordsworth, vol. i. p. 338, 339. † Letter to Lady Beaumont, Life of Wordsworth, vol. i. p. 332. To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, The clouds that gather round the setting sun That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; His "Ode to Duty" is worthy of being studied for its profound moral. ODE TO DUTY. "Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free, From strife and from despair; a glorious ministry. "There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Upon the genial sense of youth . Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not : May joy be theirs while life shall last! And Thou, if they should totter, teach them to stand fast! "Serene will be our days and bright, And happy will our nature be, When love is an unerring light, And joy its own security. And bless'd are they who in the main, This faith, even now, do entertain; Live in the spirit of this creed; Yet find that other strength, according to their need. "I, loving freedom, and untried; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide, Too blindly have repos'd my trust : Upon my present happiness, I shov'd unwelcome tasks away; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. "Through no disturbance of my soul, "Yet not the less would I throughout Of my own wish; and feel past doubt, Not seeking in the school of pride Denial and restraint I prize, No farther than they breed a second Will, more wise. "Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear Flowers laugh before thee on their beds; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are "To humbler functions, awful Power! The confidence of reason give; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! Nothing can well be more beautiful, either in description or lyric flow, than his stanzas on THE POWER OF MUSIC. "An Orpheus! an Orpheus!-yes, Faith may grow sold, And take to herself all the wonders of old; Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with the same In the street that from Oxford hath borrow'd its name. "His station is there;- and he works on the crowd, B B "What an eager assembly! what an empire is this! "As the Moon brightens round her the clouds of the night, So he, where he stands, is a centre of light; It gleams on the face, there, of dusky-fac'd Jack, “That errand-bound 'Prentice was passing in haste— What matter! he's caught—and his time runs to wasteThe Newsman is stopp'd, though he stops on the fret, And the half-breathless Lamp-lighter he's in the net! "The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore; “He stands, back'd by the wall;—he abates not his din ; "O blest are the hearers, and proud be the hand Of the pleasure it spreads through so thankful a band; "That tall Man, a giant in bulk and in height, |