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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PICTURESQUE; A FRAGMENT, by JOHN AIKIN First Line: New follies spring; and now we must be taught Last Line: Suffice to charm, and all it sees is good. Subject(s): Art & Artists; Paintings & Painters; Vision | |||
NEW follies spring; and now we must be taught To judge of prospects by an artist's rules, And Picturesque's the word. Whatever scene, Gay, rich, sublime, stupendous, wide or wild, Disdains the bounds of canvas, nor supplies Foreground and background, keeping, lights and shades To aid the pencil's power, contracts the brow And curls the nose of Taste's great arbiter, Too learned far to feel a vulgar joy. 'That station shows too muchthe boundless length Of dazzling distance mars the near effect. Yon village spire, embosomed in the trees, Takes from the scene its savage character, And makes it smack of man; and those sleek kine And well-fed steeds might grace a country fair, But tame their outlines, and a heavy mass Of glaring light gleams from their polished sides. How stiff that conic hill! Those chalky cliffs Rush forward on the sight and harshly break All harmony of keeping! 'tis as bad As country parson's white-beplastered front!' Such the grave doctrines of the modern sage, The Prospect-Critic, when, with half-shut eye And hand-formed tube, he squints at Nature's works And takes them piece by piece; with six-inch square Metes out the vast horizon; culls, rejects, Lights up, obscures and blots the blessed sun. And is it thus the handmaid Art presumes To rule her mistress? thus would she confine The Maker's hand to suit the copyist's skill? In Nature all is fairor, if ungraced With flowing form and harmony of hues, Yet by the force of some associate charm, Some touch sublime or contrast's magic power, It awes, expands, delights or melts the soul. I love to see the lonely mountain start Bold from the plain, whose huge though shapeless bulk Shrinks Egypt's pyramids to pigmy toys; I love the piny forest, many a mile Blackening th' horizon, though a dreary moor Fill up the space between; I joy to stand On the bare ridge's utmost verge, air-propped, And with an eagle's ken the vale below, With all its fields, groves, farms and winding rills, At once drink in; still more my transport swells, If sudden on my easy-turning eye Bursts the wide ocean, though the dazzling blaze Of noontide sun reflected from his waves Confound all space in undistinguished light. Celestial glory, hail! my ravished soul Imbibes the bright effulgence, feels bow weak Art's feeble hand to imitate thy fires And clothe her colours in thy radiant vest. But O, that once my longing eyes might view The sky-topped Alps their spiry pinnacles Build in mid-air; or Norway's ragged cliffs With fir befringed!what though their forms grotesque, With lines abrupt and perpendicular, pain Those tender optics that demand repose On beauty's waving line; yet rather far I'd fill my fancy from those mighty stores Of vast ideas, graving on my brain The forms gigantic of those sons of earth, Than own whatever Claude and Poussin drew. Meanwhile my eye not undelighted roams O'er flower-embroidered meads, whose level length The lessening alders, dimly-gliding sails, And sprinkled groups of cattle, faintly mark. For all that painting gives I would not change The heart-expanding view, when Autumn's hand Wide o'er the champaign pours a billowy sea Of yellow corn, o'erspreading hill and dale, While, from its isles of verdure scattered round, Emerging hamlets lapped in plenty smile. Nor does my sight disdain the rural box Of ruddy brick or plaster, neat and snug, With palisades before and walls behind, And sheer-trimmed hedges for the garden's bound. The lines, indeed, are stiff, and glaring tints Refuse to blend, and not a tattered roof Or mouldering stone affords one single touch Of picturesque; but happy man dwells here, With peace and competence and sweet repose, And bliss domestic; these the mental eye Suffice to charm, and all it sees is good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MERCY SEAT by NORMAN DUBIE TOO BRIGHT TO SEE by LINDA GREGG NORMAL LIGHT by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER LANDSCAPES (FOR CLEMENT R. WOOD) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE VISION TEST by MONA VAN DUYN FREED FROM ANOTHER CONTEXT by ELEANOR WILNER THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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