The treatment of nature in English poetry between Pope and WordsworthReynolds, Myra
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The treatment of nature in English poetry between Pope and Wordsworth
Reynolds, Myra
English poetry -- History and criticism; Nature in literature
Autumn is dark on the mountains; gray mist rests on the hills.
The whirlwind is heard on the heath. Dark rolls the river
through the narrow plain. A tree stands alone on the hill and
marks the slumbering Connal. The leaves whirl round with the
wind and strew the graves of the dead.[421]
The description of the desolation of Balclutha is the prelude to the
song of mourning for the unhappy Moina.[422] The use of Nature in
apostrophes is characteristic of the Ossian poems. Of these the most
famous is the address to the sun.[422] There are frequent apostrophes
to winds, streams, and tempests, to stars, and especially to the moon.
Two good examples are the poet’s address to the evening star in “The
Songs of Selma,” and to the moon in “Dar Thula.” Of these the second
may be quoted as fairly typical:
Daughter of heaven, fair art thou! the silence of thy face is
pleasant! Thou comest forth in loveliness. The stars attend thy
blue course in the east. The clouds rejoice in thy presence, O
Moon! they brighten their dark-brown sides. Who is like thee
in heaven, light of the silent night? The stars are ashamed in
thy presence.... But thou thyself shalt fail one night, and
leave thy blue path in heaven. The stars will then lift their
heads.... Thou art now clothed with thy brightness. Look from
thy gates in the sky. Burst the cloud, O wind! that the daughter
of night may look forth; that the shaggy mountains may brighten,
and the ocean roll its white waves in light.
It will be observed that in almost every apostrophe there is beautiful
external description together with an underlying analogy to the thought
of the poem. In the passages quoted above, the triumphant brightness of
the moon in her blue path, and the suggestion of the coming night when
she shall fail in heaven, are but types of the beauty of Dar Thula and
of the day when, though the winds of spring shall be abroad, though the
flowers shall shake their heads on the green hills, and the woods shall
wave their growing leaves, the white-bosomed maiden shall not again
move in the steps of her loveliness.
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