The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2 No 4, October, 1862: Devoted To Literature And National PolicyVarious
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The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2 No 4, October, 1862: Devoted To Literature And National Policy
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Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; United States -- Politics and government -- 19th century -- Periodicals
It is needless to say that an English poet with such feelings must be,
if not vigorous, liberal, and original, at least ambitious of becoming
such, and this Clough is. A vigorous naturalism, such as is becoming
half the religion and all the art of the scholars and thinkers of the
present day, inspires every page. Truthful yet picturesque, he is more
than pleasant to read, he is good _to think_, and most relishing to
_feel_ with. Had he been a meaner mind, he would have been a mere Adam
Bede-ish pre-Raffaelite in word-painting--'the Bothie of
Taber-na-vuolich,' the first poem in this volume is often photographic
in its rural views, as well as in its characters. As it is, literal
nature is to him material for fresh brave thought. Through all his
poems, owing to this simple vigorous truth, and an innate sense of
refinement, he rises head and shoulders above the 'sweet-pretty' Miss
Nancy Coventry Patmores or spasmodic Alexander Smiths or other
cotemporary English stuff of later poetry.
England has of late years deluged and wearied us so much with thousand
times told tales of herself and her social life, and her writers have
run so _exceedingly_ in ruts, that there are few really thinking men in
America who have not begun to tire woefully of her endless novels and
worn-out poetry. We could write against the whole '_connu, connu_,' and
at the end a 'deliver us'--from evil it might be, certainly from no
great temptation. Let the world believe it--it _will_ some day--English
_thought_ is at present exhausted, stagnant, and imitative. It is cursed
with mannerism, even as the Chinese are cursed, and every honest man of
mind knows it. In such a state of national art it is cheerful to open a
volume like these poems, in which one hears, as it were, the first
lark-notes of an early dawn and sees from afar a few gleams of morning
red. It is not the full light nor the great poetry which reforms and
awakes nations, but it is the forerunner in many things of such, and
will be read with great pleasure by those who long for some faint
realization of the great Nature-Art of the future.
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