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tangle the weed from the fear of snapping the flower. A third and heavier accusation has been brought against me, that of obscurity; but not, I think, with equal justice. An author is obscure, when his conceptions are dim and imperfect, and his language incorrect, or inappropriate, or involved. A poem that abounds in allusions, like the Bard of Gray, or one that impersonates high and abstract truths, like Collins's Ode on the poetical character, claims not to be popular—but should be acquitted of obscurity. The deficiency is in the reader. But this is a charge which every poet, whose imagination is warm and rapid, must expect from his contemporaries. Milton did not escape it; and it was adduced with virulence against Gray and Collins. We now hear no more of it: not that their poems are better understood at present, than they were at their first publication; but their fame is established; and a critic would accuse himself of frigidity or inattention, who should profess not to understand them. But a living writer is yet sub judice; and if we cannot follow his conceptions or enter into his feelings, it is more consoling to our pride to consider him as lost beneath, than as soaring above us. If any man expect from my poems the same easiness of style which he admires in a drinking-song, for him I have not written. Intelligibilia, non intellectum adfero.
I expect neither profit nor general fame by my writings; and I consider myself as having been amply repaid without either. Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward:” it has soothed my afflictions; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the Good and the Beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
S. T. C,
III. “ Though roused by that dark vizir
IV. “ When British Freedom from a
· V.“ It was some Spirit, Sheridan !”. 65
VI.“ O what a loud and fearful shriek” 66
VII.“ As when far off”....
VIII. “ Thou gentle look”
IX. “ Pale Roamer through the Night!” 68
X.“ Sweet Mercy !"
XI. Thou Bleedest, my Poor Heart”... 69
XII. To the Author of the Robbers
Lines, composed. while climbing Brockley Coomb 70
Lines in the Manner of Spenser
Imitated from Ossian.......
The Complaint of Ninathoma.....
Imitated from the Welsh
To an Infant...
Lines in Answer to a Letter from Bristol
To a Friend in Answer to a melancholy Letter... 80
The Destiny of Nations, a Vision..................... 98