“To live a life half dead, a living death,
And buried; but oh, yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave!”
No person, if he heard this passage for the first time from the lips
of an Irishman, could hesitate to call it a series of bulls; yet these
lines are part of the beautiful complaint of Samson Agonistes on his
blindness. Such are the hyperboles sanctioned by the genius, or, what
with some judges may have more influence, the name of Milton. The bounds
which separate sublimity from bombast, and absurdity from wit, are as
fugitive as the boundaries of taste. Only those who are accustomed
to examine and appraise literary goods are sensible of the prodigious
change that can be made in their apparent value by a slight change in
the manufacture. The absurdity of a man’s swearing he was killed, or
declaring that he is now dead in a ditch, is revolting to common sense;
yet the _living death_ of Dapperwit, in the “Rape of the Lock,” is not
absurd, but witty; and representing men as dying many times before their
death is in Shakspeare sublime:
“Cowards die many times before their death; The brave can never taste of
death but once.”
The most direct contradictions in words do not (_in English writers_)
destroy the eflect of irony, wit, pathos, or sublimity.
In the classic ode on Eton College, the poet exclaims--
“To each their sufferings, all are men
Condemned alike to groan;
The feeling for another’s pain,
Th’ _unfeeling_ for their own.”
Who but a half-witted dunce would ask how those that are unfeeling can
have sufferings? When Milton in melodious verse inquires,
“Who shall tempt with _wandering feet_
The dark _unbottom’d_ infinite abyss,
And through the _palpable obscure_ find out
His uncouth way!”--
what Zoilus shall dare interrupt this flow of poetry to object to the
palpable obscure, or to ask how feet can wander upon that which has no
bottom?
It is easy, as Tully has long ago observed, to fix the brand of ridicule
upon the _verbum ardens_ of orators and poets--the “Thoughts that
breathe, and words that burn.”
CHAPTER VII.
PRACTICAL BULLS.
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