The Glory of English Prose: Letters to My GrandsonColeridge, Stephen
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The Glory of English Prose: Letters to My Grandson
Coleridge, Stephen
Coleridge, Stephen, 1854-1936; English language -- Great Britain -- Style; English prose literature -- History and criticism
But with lesser men the modern decay of restraint and the licence of
intimacy and of the emotions have led to widespread vulgarity, and a
contemptible deluge of hyperbole, and superlative, and redundancy;
and although the disappearance of reserve in modern writing may tend
to reduce all but the production of the great to a depressing state of
vulgarity, it nevertheless, in the master's hand, has unlocked for us the
doors of an Aladdin's palace! But even if the restraint of the ancient
writers has disappeared from the prose of our own times, all great
writing of necessity must now and always possess the quality of
simplicity; and even Ruskin, who saw the world of nature about him
with the eyes of a visionary, and wrote of what he saw as one so
inspired as to be already half in Paradise, yet clothed his glorious
outpourings in a raiment of perfect simplicity.
"This, I believe," he wrote, "is the ordinance of the firmament;
and it seems to me that in the midst of the material nearness of
these heavens, God means us to acknowledge His own immediate
Presence as visiting, judging, and blessing us. 'The earth shook,
the heavens also dropped, at the presence of God,' 'He doth set
His bow in the clouds,' and thus renews, in the sound of every
drooping swathe of rain, His promise of everlasting love. 'In them
hath He set a _tabernacle_ for the sun,' whose burning ball,
which, without the firmament, would be seen but as an intolerable
and scorching circle in the blackness of vacuity, is by that
firmament surrounded with gorgeous service, and tempered by
mediatorial ministries; by the firmament of clouds the golden
pavement is spread for his chariot wheels at morning; by the
firmament of clouds the temple is built for his presence to fill
with light at noon; by the firmament of clouds the purple veil is
closed at evening round the sanctuary of his rest; by the mists of
the firmament his implacable light is divided and its separated
fierceness appeased into the soft blue that fills the depth of
distance with its bloom, and the flush with which the mountains
burn as they drink the overflowing of the dayspring. And in this
tabernacling of the unendurable sun with men, through the shadows
of the firmament, God would seem to set forth the stooping of His
own majesty to men, upon the _throne_ of the firmament.
"As the Creator of all the worlds, and the Inhabiter of eternity,
we cannot behold Him; but as the Judge of the earth and the
Preserver of men those heavens are indeed His dwelling-place.
'Swear not, neither by heaven, for it is God's throne; nor by
earth, for it is His footstool.'
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