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27. Therefore know ye that these men are not the ' 54. To obtain Christ; and I suffer with patience children of justice, but the children of wrath; these afflictions, to become worthy of the resurrec
28. Who turn away from themselves the compas tion of the dead. sion of God;
55. And do each of you, having received the law 29. Who say that neither the heavens nor the from the hands of the blessed Prophets and the holy earth were altogether works made by the hand of the gospel,(10) firmly maintain it; Father of all things. (1)
56. To the end that you may be rewarded in the 30. But these cursed men (2) have the doctrine of resurrection of the dead, and the possession of the life the serpeut.
eternal. 31. But do ye, by the power of God, withdraw 57. But if any of ye, not believing, shall trespass, yourselves far from these, and expel from amongst he shall be judged with the misdoers, and punished you the doctrine of the wicked.
with those who have false belief 32. Because you are not the children of rebel 58. Because such are the generation of vipers, and lion, (3) but the sons of the beloved church.
the children of dragons and basilisks. 33. And on this account the time of the resurrec 59. Drive far from amongst ye, and fly from such, tion is preached to all men.
with the aid of our Lord Jesus Christ. 34. Therefore they who affirm that there is no re- 60. And the peace and grace of the beloved Son surrection of the flesh, they indeed shall not be raised be upon you.(11) Amen. up to eternal life;
35. But to judgment and condemnation shall the Done into English by me, January, February, 1817, unbeliever arise in the flesh;
at the Convent of San Lazaro, with the aid and ex36. For to that body which denies the resurrection position of the Armenian Text by the Father Paschal of the body, shall be denied the resurrection : because Aucher, Armenian Friar. such are found to refuse the resurrection.
BYRON. 37. But you also, Corinthians ! have known, from VENICE, April 10, 1817. the seeds of wheat, and from other seeds,
38. That one grain falls (4) dry into the earth, I had also the Latin text, but it is in many places and within it first dies,
very corrupt, and with great onuissions. 39. And afterwards rises again, by the will of the Lord, endued with the same body: 40. Neither indeed does it arise with the same
LETTER TO JOHN MURRAY, ESQ. ON THE simple body, but manifold, and filled with blessing. · REV. W. L. BOWLES'S STRICTURES ON
41. But we produce the example not only from THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF POPE. seeds, but from the honourable bodies of men. (5) 42. Ye have also known Jonas, the son of Amit
"I'll play at Bowls with the sun and moon."-Old Song. lai. (6)
“My mither's auld, Sir, and she has rather forgotten her43. Because he delayed to preach to the Nine- sel in speaking to my Leddy, that canna weel bide to be vites, he was swallowed up in the belly of a fish for contradickit, (as I ken naebody likes it, if they could help three days and three nights;
themsels.)” 44 And after three days God heard his suppli
Tales of My Landlord; Old Mortality, vol. il. p. 163. cation, and brought him out of the deep abyss; 45. Neither was any part of his body corrupted;
Ravenna, February 7, 1821. neither was his eyebrow bent down.(7)
Dear Sir, 46. And how much more for you, ó men of little In the different pamphlets which you have had faith;
the goodness to send me, on the Pope and Bowles's 47. If you believe in our Lord Jesus Christ, will controversy, I perceive that my name is occasionally be raise you up, even as he himself hath arisen. introduced by both parties. Mr. Bowles refers more
48. If the bones of Elisha the prophet, falling upon than once to what he is pleased to consider “a rethe dead, revived the dead,
markable circumstance," not only in his letter to 49. By how much more shall ye, who are sup Mr. Campbell, but in his reply to the Quarterly. ported by the flesh and the blood and the Spirit of | The Quarterly also, and Mr. Gilchrist, have conferred Christ, arise again on that day with a perfect body? on me the dangerous honour of a quotation; and
50. Elias the prophet, embracing the widow's son, Mr. Bowles indirectly makes a kind of appeal to me raised him from the dead:
personally, by saying, “Lord Byron, if he remembers 51. By how much more shall Jesus Christ revive the circumstance, will witness" -(witness IN ITALIC, you, on that day, with a perfect body, even as he an ominous character for a testimony at present). biunself bath arisen?
I shall not avail myself of a “non mi ricordo,” even 52. But if ye receive other things vainly, (8) | after so long a residence in Italy; - I do “ remember
53. Henceforth no one shall cause me to travail; the circumstance,”—and have no reluctance to refor I bear on my body these fetters,(9)
late it (since called upon so to do), as correctly as
Some MSS. have, of God the Father of all things.
Others read, Children of the disobedient.
(5) Others read, But we have not only produced from seeds, but from the honourable body of man,
(6) Others read, The son of Ematthius.
(8) Some MSS. have, Ye shall not receive other things in vain.
(9) Others finished here thus, Henceforth no one can trouble me further, for I bear in my body the sufferings of Christ. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit, my brethren. Amen. (10) Some MSS. have, of the holy evangelist.
Others add, our Lord be with you all.
the distance of time and the impression of intervening acquainted with many of the persons mentioned in it events will permit me. In the year 1812, more than and with some on terms of intimacy;" and that be three years after the publication of English Bards knew “one family in particular to whom its suppre and Scotch Reviewers, I had the honour of meeting sion would give pleasure." I did not hesitate de Mr. Bowles, in the house of our venerable host of moment, it was cancelled instantly; and it is no fant Human Life, etc. the last Argonaut of classic Eng- of mine that it has ever been republished. Wben! lish poetry, and the Nestor of our inferior race of left England, in April, 1816, with no very violent in! living poets. Mr. Bowles calls this “soon after ” tentions of troubling that country again, and amidst the publication ; but to me three years appear a con- scenes of various kinds to distract my attention,-' siderable segment of the immortality of a modern almost my last act, I believe, was to sign a power of poem. I recollect nothing of “ the rest of the com- attorney, to yourself, to prevent or suppress any atpany going into another room,"-nor, though I well tempts (of which several had been made in Ireland) remember the topography of our host's elegant and at a republication. It is proper that I should state, classically-furnished mansion, could I swear to the that the persons with whom I was subsequently acvery room where the conversation occurred, though quainted, whose names had occurred in that publicathe “taking down the poem” seems to fix it in the tion, were made my acquaintances at their own desire, library. Had it been taken up," it would probably or through the unsought intervention of others. I have been in the drawing-room. I presume also that never, to the best of my knowledge, sought a personal the remarkable circumstance” took place after din introduction to any. Some of them to this day I know ner; as I conceive that neither Mr. Bowles's polite only by correspondence; and with one of those it was ness nor appetite would have allowed him to detain begun by myself, in consequence, however, of a polite " the rest of the company » standing round their verbal communication from a third person. chairs in the other room,” while we were discussing I have dwelt for an instant on these circumstances, "the woods of Madeira," instead of circulating its because it has sometimes been made a subject of bitter vintage. Of Mr. Bowles's “good humour” I have a reproach to me to have endeavoured to suppress ibat full and not ungrateful recollection; as also of his satire. I never shrunk, as those who know me know, gentlemanly manners and agreeable conversation. I from any personal consequences which could be ate speak of the whole, and not of particulars; for tached to its publication. Of its subsequent suppreso whether he did or did not use the precise words sion, as I possessed the copyright, I was the best printed in the pamphlet, I cannot say, nor could he judge and the sole master. The circumstances whid with accuracy. Of “ the tone of seriousness » I cer- occasioned the suppression I have now stated; of the tainly recollect nothing : on the contrary, I thought motives, each must judge according to his candoara Mr. Bowles rather disposed to treat the subject malignity. Mr. Bowles does me the honour to talk lightly; for he said (I have no objection to be con- “noble mind,” and “ generous magnanimity;" and tradicted, if incorrect), that some of his good-natured this because the circumstance would have been friends had come to him and exclaimed, “ Eh! | plained had not the book been suppressed." 1 x Bowles! how came you to make the woods of Ma- no "uobility of mind” in an act of simple justic; ad deira?” etc. etc. and that he had been at some pains I hate the word “magnanimity,” because I bare and pulling down of the poem to convince them that sometimes seen it applied to the grossest of impestat he had never made « the woods” do any thing of the by the greatest of fools; but I would have * explained kind. He was right, and I was wrong, and have been the circumstance," notwithstanding " the suppressica wrong still up to this acknowledgment; for I ought of the book," if Mr. Bowles had expressed any desise to have looked twice before I wrote that which in- | that I should. As the “ gallant Galbraith" says to volved an inaccuracy capable of giving pain. The “Baillie Jarvie,” “Well, the devil take the mistake, fact was, that, although I had certainly before read and all that occasioned it.” I have had as great and the Spirit of Discovery, I took the quotation from greater mistakes made about me personally and poctie the review. But the mistake was mine, and not the cally, once a month for these last ten years, and bever review's, which quoted the passage correctly enough, cared very much about correcting one or the other, a I believe. I blundered - God knows how – into least after the first eight-and-forty hours had gott attributing the tremors of the lovers to “ the woods over them. of Madeira," by which they were surrounded. And I must now, however, say a word or two aba! I hereby do fully and freely declare and asseverate, | Pope, of whom you have my opinion more at large in that the woods did not tremble to a kiss, and that the unpublished letter on or to (for I forget which) the the lovers did. I quote from memory
editor of Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine ;
here I doubt that Mr. Bowles will not approve of my "A kiss
sentiments. Stole on the listening silence, etc, etc. They (the lovers) trembled, even as if the power," etc.
Although I regret having published English Barts
and Scotch Reviewers, the part which I regret the And if I had been aware that this declaration would least is that which regards Mr. Bowles with reference have been in the smallest degree satisfactory to Mr. to Pope. Whilst I was writing that publication, Bowles, I should not have waited nine years to make | 1807 and 1808, Mr. Hobhouse was desirous that it, notwithstanding that English Bards and Scolch should express our mutual opinion of Pope, and Reviewers had been suppressed some time previously Mr. Bowles's edition of his works. As I had come to my meeting him at Mr. Rogers's. Our worthy pleted my outline, and felt lazy, I requested that the host might indeed have told him as much, as it was would do so. He did it. His fourteen Lines at his representation that I suppressed it. A new Bowles's Pope are in the first edition of English Bard edition of that lampoon was preparing for the press, I and Scotch Reviewers; and are quite as severe when Mr. Rogers represented to me, that “I was now much more poetical than my own in the second Us
reprinting the work, as I put my name to it, I omitted equivocal liaison with Martha Blount, which might Mr. Hobhouse's lines, and replaced them with my arise as much from his infirmities as from his pas. own, by which the work gained less than Mr. Bowles. | sions; to a hopeless flirtation with Lady Mary W. I have stated this in the preface to the second edition. Montagu; to a story of Cibber's; and to two or three It is many years since I have read that poem; but coarse passages in his works. Who could come forth the Quarterly Review, Mr. Octavius Gilchrist, and clearer from an invidious inquest on a life of fiftyMr. Bowles himself, have been so obliging as to re- six years? Why are we to be officiously reminded fresh my memory, and that of the public. I am grieved of such passages in his letters, provided that they exto say, that in reading over those lines, I repent of ist? Is Mr. Bowles aware to what such rummaging their having so far fallen short of what I meant to among “letters” and “stories” might lead? I have express upon the subject of Bowles's edition of Pope's myself seen a collection of letters of another eminent, Works. Mr. Bowles says, that “Lord Byron knows nay, pre-eminent, deceased poet, so abominably gross, he does not deserve this character.” I know no such and elaborately coarse, that I do not believe that they thing. I have met Mr. Bowles occasionally, in the could be paralleled in our language. What is more best society in London; he appeared to me an amiable, strange is, that some of these are couched as postwell-informed, and extremely able man. I desire no scripts to his serious and sentimental letters, to which thing better than to dine in company with such a man are tacked either a piece of prose, or some verses, of nered man every day in the week: but of his cha the most hyperbolical indecency. He himself says, racter” I know nothing personally; I can only speak
that if “ obscenity (using a much coarser word) be the to his manners, and these have my warmest approbation.
sin against the Holy Ghost, he most certainly cannot But I never judge from manners, for I once had my be saved." These letters are in existence, and have pocket picked by the civilest gentleman I ever met been seen by many besides myself; but would his with; and one of the mildest persons I ever saw was editor have been candid” in even alluding to them? Ali Pacha. of Mr. Bowles's character" I will not Nothing would have even provoked me, an indifferent do him the injustice to judge from the edition of Pope, spectator, to allude to them, but this further attempt if he prepared it heedlessly; nor the justice, should it at the depreciation of Pope. be otherwise, because I would neither become a lite What should we say to an editor of Addison, who rary executioner nor a personal one. Mr. Bowles the cited the following passage from Walpole's letters to individual, and Mr. Bowles the editor, appear the two George Montagu ? "Dr. Young has published a new most opposite things imaginable.
book, etc. Mr. Addison sent for the young Earl of
Warwick, as he was dying, to show him in what peaca "And he himself one antithesis."
a Christian could die; unluckily he died of brandy: I won't say “vile,” because it is harsh; nor “mis- nothing makes a Christian die in peace like being taken," because it has two syllables too many: but | maudling! but don't say this in Gath where you are. every one must fill up the blank as he pleases. Suppose the editor introduced it with this preface:
What I saw of Mr. Bowles increased my surprise “One circumstance is mentioned by Horace Walpole, and regret that he should ever have lent his talents which, if true, was indeed flagitious. Walpole into such a task. If he had been a fool, there would forms Montagu that Addison sent for the young Earl have been some excuse for him; if he had been a needy of Warwick, when dying, to show him in what peace or a bad man his conduct would have been intelli- a Christian could die; but unluckily he died drunk.” gible: but he is the opposite of all these; and thinking etc. etc. Now, although there might occur on the and feeling as I do of Pope, to me the whole thing is subsequent, or on the same page, a faint show of dis unaccountable. However, I must call things by their belief, seasoned with the expression of the same canright names. I cannot call his edition of Pope a dour" (the same exactly as throughout the book), I
candid” work; and I still think that there is an should say that this editor was either foolish or false affectation of that quality not only in those volumes,
to his trust; such a story ought not to have been adbut in the pamphlets lately published.
mitted, except for one brief mark of crushing indig
nation, unless it were completely proved. Why the “Why, yet he doth deny bis prisoners!"
words “ if true ?" that“ if is not a peace-maker. Why Mr. Bowles says, that he has seen passages in his talk of “Cibber's testimony” to his licentiousness? letters to Martha Blount which were never published to what does this amount? that Pope when very young by me, and I hope never will be by others; which are was once decoyed, by some noblemen and the player, so gross as to imply the grossest licentiousness.” Is | to a house of carnal recreation. Mr. Bowles was not this fair play? It may, or it may not, be that such always a clergyman; and when he was a very young passages exist; and that Pope, who was not a monk, | | man, was he never seduced into as much? If I were although a Catholic, may have occasionally sinned in in the humour for story-telling, and relating little word and deed with woman in his youth: but is this anecdotes, I could tell a much better story of Mr. a sufficient ground for such a sweeping denunciation ? Bowles than Cibber's, upon much better authority, Where is the unmarried Englishman of a certain rank viz, that of Mr. Bowles himself. It was not related of life, who (provided he has not taken orders) has by him in my presence, but in that of a third person, not to reproach himself between the ages of sixteen whom Mr. Bowles names oftener than once in the and thirty with far more licentiousness than has ever course of his replies. This gentlemen related it to yet been traced to Pope? Pope lived in the public me as a humorous and witty anecdote; and so it was, eye from his youth upwards; he had all the dunces whatever its other characteristics might be. But of his own time for his enemies, and, I am sorry to should I, for a youthful frolic, brand Mr. Bowles with say, some, who have not the apology of dulness for a “libertine sort of love,” or with “licentiousness ?» detraction, since his death; and yet to what do all Is he the less now a pious or a good man, for not their accumulated hints and charges amount ?-to an having always been a priest? No such thing; I am
willing to believe him a good man, almost as good a
" Quoth be, there was a ship; man as Pope, but no better.
Now let me go, thou grey hair'd loon, The truth is, that in these days the grand primum
Or my staff shall make thce skip." mobile" of England is cant; cant political, cant poe- It is no affair of mine, but having once begun (certical, cant religious, cant moral; but always cant, tainly not by my own wish, but called upon by the multiplied through all the varieties of life. It is the frequent recurrence to my name in the pamphlets), I fashion, and while it lasts will be too powerful foram like an Irishman in a “row," "any body's cus. those who can only exist by taking the tone of the tomer.” I shall therefore say a word or two on the time. I say cant, because it is a thing of words, "ship.” without the smallest influence upon human actions; ! Mr. Bowles asserts that Campbell's “ship of the the English being no wiser, no better, and much poorer, line” derives all its poetry, not from “art," but from and more divided amongst themselves, as well as far “nature.” “Take away the waves, the winds, the less moral, than they were before the prevalence of sun, etc. etc. one will become a stripe of blue bantthis verbal decorum. This hysterical horror of poor ing; and the other a piece of coarse canvass on three Pope's not very well ascertained and never fully proved tall poles." Very true; take away the waves," amours (for even Cibber owns that he prevented the "the winds," and there will be no ship at all, not only somewhat perilous adventure in which Pope was em- for peetical, but for any other purpose; and take away barking) sounds very virtuous in a controversial pam- “the sun," and we must read Mr. Bowles's pamphlet phlet; but all men of the world who know what life is, by candle-light. But the “poetry » of the ship" or at least what it was to them in their youth, must does not depend on the waves," etc. ; on the cotlaugh at such a ludicrous foundation of the charge of trary, the “ship of the line” confers its own poetry "a libertine sort of love;" while the more serious will upon the waters, and beightens theirs. I do not dens, look upon those who bring forward such charges upon that the “ waves and winds,” and above all the sun," an insulated fact as fanatics or hypocrites, perhaps are highly poetical; we know it to our cost, by tbe both. The two are sometimes compounded in a happy / many descriptions of them in verse: but if the waves mixture.
bore only the foam upon their bosoms, if the winds Mr. Octavius Gilchrist speaks rather irreverently of wasted only the sea-weed to the shore, if the sun shene a "second tumbler of hot white-wine negus.” What neither upon pyramids, nor fleets, nor fortresses, would does he mean? Is there any harm in negus? or is it its beams be equally poetical? I think not: the poetry the worse for being hot? or does Mr. Bowles drink is at least reciprocal. Take away "the ship of the negus? I had a better opinion of him. I hoped that line” “swinging round” the “calm water," and the whatever wine he drank was neat; or, at least, that, calm water becomes a somewhat monotonous thing to like the ordinary in Jonathan Wild, «he preferred look at, particularly if not transparently clear; witpunch, the rather as there was nothing against it in ness the thousands who pass by without looking on it Scripture.” I should be sorry to believe that Mr. at all. What was it attracted the thousands to the Bowles was fond of negus; it is such a candid” li- launch? they might have seen the poetical "cals quor, so like a wishy-washy compromise between the water” at Wapping, or in the London Dock," ors passion for wine and the propriety of water. But the Paddington Canal, or in a horse-pond, or in different writers have divers tastes. Judge Blackstone slop-basin, or in any other vase. They might base composed his Commentaries (he was a poet too in heard the poetical winds howling through the chinks bis youth) with a bottle of port before him. Addi- of a pigsty, or the garret window; they might have son's conversation was not good for much till he had seen the sun shining on a footman's livery, or mai taken a similar dose. Perhaps the prescription of | brass warming-pan; but could the calm water," these two great men was not inferior to the very dif- the wind," or the “sun,” make all, or any of these ferent one of a soi-disant poet of this day, who, after 1“ poetical ?" I think not. Mr. Bowles admits the wandering amongst the hills, relurns, goes to bed, and ship” to be poetical, but only from those accessaries: dictates his verses, being fed by a by-stander with now if they confer poetry so as to make one thing! bread and butter during the operation.
poetical, they would make other things poetical; the I now come to Mr. Bowles's “invariable principles more so, as Mr. Bowles calls a “ship of the line" of poetry." These Mr. Bowles and some of his curre without them,—that is to say, its “masts and sails spondents pronounce “unanswerable;" and they are and streamers," _"blue bunting," and "coarse can a unanswered," at least by Campbell, who seems to | vass,” and “tall poles." So they are; and porcelain have been astounded by the title. The sultan of the is clay, and man is dust, and flesh is grass, and yet time being offered to ally himself to a king of France the two latter at least are the subjects of much poesy. because he hated the word league;" which proves Did Mr. Bowles ever gaze upon the sea? I prethat the Padishah understood French Mr. Campbell sume that he has, at least upon a sea-piece. Did any has no need of my alliance, nor shall I presume to painter ever paint the sea only, without the addition offer it; but I do hate that word "invariable." What of a ship, boat, wreck, or some such adjunct? Is the is there of human, be it poetry, philosophy, wit, wis- sea itself a more attractive, a more moral, a more, dom, science, power, glory, mind, matter, life, or poetical object, with or without a vessel, breaking its death, which is invariable?" Of course I put things vast but fatiguing monotony? Is a storm more por divine out of the question. Of all arrogant baptisms tical without a ship? or, in the poem of The Ship: of a book, this title to a pamphlet appears the most wreck, is it the storm or the ship which most interests? complacently conceited. It is Mr. Campbell's part to both much undoubtedly; but without the vessel, what answer the contents of this performance, and espe should we care for the tempest? It would sink inte cially to vindicate his own ship,” which Mr. Bowles mere descriptive poetry, which in itself was dever most triumphantly proclaims to have struck to his esteemed a high order of that art. very first fire:
I look upon myself as entitled to talk of naval hat
ters, at least to poets :-with the exception of Walter | without the boat, would be as like dull prose as any Scott, Moore, and Southey, perhaps, who have been pamphlet lately published. voyagers, I have swam more miles than all the rest What makes the poetry in the image of the "marble of them together now living ever sailed, and have lived waste of Tadmor," or Grainger's Ode to Solitude, for months and months on shipboard; and, during the so much admired by Johnson? Is it the marble" whole period of my life abroad, have scarcely ever or the “waste," the artificial or the natural object? passed a month out of sight of the ocean: besides being The "waste” is like all other wastes; but the marble" brought up from two years till ten on the brink of it. of Palmyra makes the poetry of the passage as of the I recollect, when anchored off Cape Sigæum in 1810, place. in an English frigate, a violent squall coming on at The beautiful but barren Hymettus, the whole sunset, so violent as to make us imagine that the ship coast of Attica, her hills and mountains, Pentelicus, would part cable, or drive from her anchorage. Mr. Anchesmus, Philopappus, etc. etc. are in themselves Hobhouse and myself, and some officers, had been up poetical, and would be so if the name of Athens, of the Dardanelles to Abydos, and were just returned in Athenians, and her very ruins, were swept from the time. The aspect of a storm in the Archipelago is as earth. But am I to be told that the nature" of poetical as need be, the sea being particularly short, Attica would be more poetical without the “ art” of dashing, and dangerous, and the navigation intricate the Acropolis ? of the Temple of Theseus ? and of the and broken by the isles and currents. Cape Sigæum, still all Greek and glorious monuments of her exquithe tumuli of the Troad, Lemnos, Tenedos, all added sitely artificial genius ? Ask the traveller what strikes to the associations of the time. But what seemed the him as most poetical, the Parthenon, or the rock on most "poetical” of all at the moment, were the num- which it stands? The COLUMNS of Cape Colonna, or bers (about two hundred) of Greek and Turkish craft, | the Cape itself? The rocks at the foot of it, or the which were obliged to cut and run” before the wind, recollection that Falconer's ship was bulged upon from their unsafe anchorage, some for Tenedos, some them? There are a thousand rocks and capes far for other isles, some for the main, and some, it might more picturesque than those of the Acropolis and be, for eternity. The sight of these little scudding Cape Sunium, in themselves; what are they to a Fessels, darting over the foam in the twilight, now thousand scenes in the wilder parts of Greece, of appearing and now disappearing between the waves Asia Minor, Switzerland, or even of Cintra in Porin the cloud of night, with their peculiarly white sails, tugal, or to many scenes of Italy, and the Sierras of (the Levant sails not being of “coarse canvass," but Spain? But it is the “ art,” the columns, the temof white cotton), skimming along as quickly, but less ples, the wrecked vessel, which give them their antique safely, than the sea-mews which hovered over them; and their modern poetry, and not the spots themtheir evident distress, their reduction to fluttering selves. Without them, the spots of earth would be specks in the distance, their crowded succession, their unnoticed and unknown; buried, like Babylon and littleness, as contending with the giant element, Nineveh, in indistinct confusion, without poetry, as which made our stout forty-four's teak timbers (she without existence; but to whatever spot of earth was built in India) creak again; their aspect and these ruins were transported, if they were capable of their motion, all struck me as something far more transportation, like the obelisk, and the sphinx, and " poetical” than the mere broad, brawling, shipless the Memnon's head, there they would still exist in sea, and the sullen winds, could possibly have been the perfection of their beauty, and in the pride of without them.
| their poetry. I opposed, and will ever oppose, the The Eaxine is a noble sea to look upon, and the robbery of ruins from Athens, to instruct the EngPort of Constantinople the most beautiful of harbours, lish in sculpture; but why did I do so? The ruins and yet I cannot but think that the twenty sail of the are as poetical in Piccadilly as they were in the ParIine, some of one hundred and forty guns, rendered it thenon; but the Parthenon and its rock are less so more poetical” by day in the sun, and by night per without them. Such is the poetry of art. haps still more, for the Turks illuminate their vessels Mr. Bowles contends, again, that the pyramids of of war in a manner the most picturesque: and yet all Egypt are poetical, because of the association with this is artificial. As for the Euxine, I stood upon boundless deserts,” and that a "pyramid of the same the Symplegades—I stood by the broken altar still dimensions” would not be sublime in "Lincoln's Inn exposed to the winds upon one of them-I felt all the Fields : " not so poetical certainly; but take away the " poetry" of the situation, as I repeated the first lines “ pyramids,” and what is the desert? » Take of Medea; but would not that poetry” have been away Stone-henge from Salisbury Plain, and it is heightened by the Argo? It was so even by the ap nothing more than Hounslow-heath, or any other pearance of any merchant-vessel arriving from Odessa. unenclosed down. It appears to me that St. Peter's, But Mr. Bowles says, “ Why bring your ship off the the Coliseum, the Pantheon, the Palatine, the Apollo, stocks ?» for no reason that I know except that ships the Laocoon, the Venus di Medicis, the Hercules, are built to be launched. The water, etc. undoubtedly the dying Gladiator, the Moses of Michael Angelo, HEIGHTENS the poetical associations, but it does not and all the higher works of Canova (I have already make them; and the ship amply repays the obliga spoken of those of ancient Greece, still extant in that tion: they aid each other; the water is more poetical country, or transported to England), are as poetical with the ship- the ship less so without the water. as Mont Blanc or Mount Ætna, perhaps still more so, But even a ship laid up in dock is a grand and as they are direct manifestations of mind, and prepoetical sight. Even an old boat, keel upwards, suppose poetry in their very conception; and have, wrecked upon the barren sand, is a “poetical" object moreover, as being such, a something of actual life,
and Wordsworth, who made a poem about a wash which cannot belong to any part of inanimate nature, ing-tub and a blind boy, may tell you so as well as unless we adopt the system of Spinosa, that the I), whilst a long extent of sand and unbroken water, world is the Deity. There can be nothing more