That we should join with God, and give the world The arm we had raised to do for truth such wonders; We feel it touch and thrill us through the body: We are originally but a wreck ; There is nothing sound about us. End us, God! That sun-mind, how I would have warmed the world If Coleridge, Wordsworth, Göthe, and Shelley had not existed, we should esteem such writing as this a miracle. What though the whole poem be a pile of nonsense, reducible to no form of logic? What! Is not the highest reason, nonsense? Nay, is not the beggarly understanding itself nonsense, though but one remove from sense? To these two faculties, namely, the understanding and reason, all that is sensible is subject; but they themselves transcend sense. Sense is their negation. They But we must correct ourselves. The higher faculties are all affirmative of the lower. Understanding and reason then are sense, though sense be neither. Let us therefore be cautious in our modes of speech; and being so, the result is, that no poem should be nonsense, and that poetry, however high, has a logic of its own; and that all apparent nonsense is the highest sense! So too with the poem before us. It is an idealism; but let this be acknowledged, that the conception is strange, and that the sensuous form to which it is reduced is not common sense, but uncommon. We meant to give specimens of the style of this poem, and we have wandered into digressions. Take some then-not digressions, but specimens. How can the beauty of material things So win the heart, and work upon the mind, While they stand still and burn with life; to keep -As we do not see the sun himself, It is but the light about him, like a ring Faith's eye can look through hell, On God. Yon water must reflect the sky. Spirit is like the thread whereon are strung The following lines give the poet's idea of Lucifer : It is not for me to know, nor thee, the end Like a great river, rich with dead men's souls. Even to myself; I the sole spirit, sole. Unripened universe. But as the fruit Matures, and world by world drops mellowed off From me. Take some more fancies-feelings-figures. Night brings out stars, as sorrow shews us truths; Till we can see nought but them. So with truth, &c. Like a pearl network; there she sits; bright Night! And from the dancing eye come tears of light. But some one always loves them; God or man. O she was fair! her nature once all spring, Ye waters! I have loved ye well. In youth Your waves in yon skiff swallow-like; or lie All this must end; must pass; drop down For God shall lay his hand upon the earth, N. S.-VOL. II. L L The author, we perceive, gives in to the fictions of the geologists. He makes Lucifer assert I can remember well when earth was all A creeping mass alive with shapeless things: And when there were but three things in the world- Or heaven on heaven about some new born sun, Angela is Festus' first love, but she is in heaven, whither Lucifer promises, at some time or other, to transport Festus. Meanwhile, the latter amuses himself with Clara, with whom we find him in company in an Alcove or Garden. The lady seems to have no objection to religion -but much to its forms. What to the faith are forms? They are but like She likewise loves Festus' soul, and would save it. that he loves Death. But Immortality, with finger spired, Points to a distant, giant world; and says, Clara. Canst see that world? Festus. Just a huge shadowy shape; It looks a disembodied orb: the ghost Festus answers Of some great sphere which God hath stricken dead: Clara is much astonished at the magical power of her lover, but hopes that it comes from good hands. In the next scene, Festus wishes to part company from Lucifer-and does. They meet, however, again in a market place in a country town, and speculate on the mean employ ments in which men engage immortal energies. A funeral passes-it is of a maiden whom Festus himself had deserted. Festus moralisesLucifer becomes sportive, and preaches a mock sermon to the crowd. Some images in this discourse are extraordinary; e. g. Fold your souls up neatly, while ye may; May seize them, seal them, send them-you know where. As brooks in summer dry up. Let us see! Try dike them up: they stagnate—thicken—scum. : That would make life worse than death. Leave off these airs: Know your place; speak to God; and say, for once, Well might He say He cometh as a thief; For he will break your bars, and burst your doors And bury all beneath its shining shards. All are devils to themselves; And every man his own great foe. Hell gets Gather it, grind it up; it is our bread. We should be ashamed to waste the gifts of God. Thus proceeds his eccentric oration, until, at length, in his ranting vein, he is afraid that he may have frightened his listeners to their good. He therefore resolves to "rub them backwards like a cat," adding to Festus ONE says, I think you are; You look as if you lived on buttered thunder. In the next speech, he so insults the crowd, that they rise into strife, which he calms by giving out a hymn concerning earth cheating earth -hell cursing hell-and heaven blessing heaven. The multitude disperse-Festus speculates on town and country, preferring the latter. Lucifer replies ramblingly It is time that something should be done for the poor. Now rich and poor are both dissatisfied. I am for judgment that will settle both. Blood is the base of all things; law and war. I could tame this lion age to follow me. I should like to macadamise the world; The road to hell wants mending. The next scene is called an Hour's Ride. We give the beginning. Lucifer. Wilt ride? Festus. I will have an hour's ride. Lucifer. Be mine the steeds! be me the guide! Come hither, come hither, My brave black steed! And thou, too, his fellow, Ye have drawn the world, Tempest; their eyes flashing, Like shooting thunder-bolts. Lucifer. Come, know your masters, colts! Up, and away! And away they speed-to France-to Spain-to Italy-to Greeceto Switzerland-to Germany-to Austria-to Poland-to Russia-to Tartary to China-to Hindostan-to Africa-to America-and back to England. Such is their hour's ride; after which we find the tempter and the tempted at a village feast together-time, evening. Festus meets with a blind old man whom he had known, but who now knows him not. Certain loving couples advance, the last of whom are notice Woman. Yes, him there. You fell your man! And now I am revenged. I love you now. Constable. I want you. Off with him! Woman. O let him be! Take me! I made him do it! Whereupon Lucifer sarcastically remarks, "Behold the happiness of which thou spakest." For Festus at first had remarked on the scene as follows:: We will rest upon this bridge. I am tired. Yon tall, slim tree! does it not seem as made The little ones running up with naked feet, And cake in either hand, to their mothers' laps. Old and young laughing; schoolboys with their playthings; And the smile settling in their sun-flecked cheeks, Like noon upon the mellow apricot, Make up a scene I can, for once, give in to. The island-hearted, and the continent, Are they not happy? But now the same Festus exclaims-" This is a snakelike world, and |