A Fable for Critics Or Better a Glance At a Few of Our Literary Progenies Fro
A Fable for Critics Or Better a Glance At a Few of Our Literary Progenies Fro
Lowell, James Russell, 1819-1891
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* To demonstrate quickly and easily how per- -versely absurd tis to sound this name Cowper, As people in general call him named super, 42 A FABLE FOR THE CRITICS. " But, my dear little bardlings, don t prick up your ears, Nor suppose I would rank you and Bryant as peers ; If I call him an iceberg, I don t mean to say There is nothing in that which is grand, in its way ; He is almost the one of your poets that knows How much grace, strength, and dignity lie in Repose ; If he sometimes fall short..., he is too wise to mar His thought s modest fulness by going too far ; Twould be well if your authors should all make a trial Of what virtue there is in severe self-denial, And measure their writings by Hesiod s staff, Which teaches that all has less value than half. " There is Whittier, whose swelling and vehement heart Strains the strait-breasted drab of the Quaker apart, And reveals the live Man, still supreme and erect Underneath the bemummying wrappers of sect ; There was ne er a man born who had more of the swino- O Of the true lyric bard and all that kind of thing ; And his failures arise, (though perhaps he don t know it, ) From the very same cause that has made him a poet, A fervor of mind which knows no separation Twixt simple excitement and pure inspiration, As my Pythoness erst sometimes erred from not knowing If twere I or mere wind through her tripod was blowing j Let his mind once get head in its favorite direction A FABLE FOR THE CRITICS.
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