certain things studied for instance the elder and so learned a poetic language as if poetry lay in the not in the heart at other times we are told he must he in a certain rank and must be on a confidential footing with the higher classes because above all other things he must see the world as to seeing the world we apprehend this will cause him little if he have but an eye to see it with without eyes indeed the task might be hard but happily every is bom in the world and sees it or against his will very d and every hour he lives the mysterious of man s heart the true light and the inscrutable darkness of destiny reveal themselves not only in capital cities and crowded but in every hut and hamlet where men have their abode nay do not the elements of all human virtues and all human vices the passions at once of a and of a lie written in stronger or inter lines in the consciousness of every individual bosom that has practised honest self examination truly this same world may be seen in and if we look well as clearly as it ever came to light in s or the itself but sometimes still harder are laid on the poor to poetry for it is hinted that he should have been horn two centuries ago inasmuch as poetry soon that date vanished from the earth and became no longer by men such speculations have now and then the field of literature but they not the growth of any plant there the or the unconsciously and merely as he walks onward silently them away is not every genius an impossibility till he appear why do we call him new and original if we saw where his marble was lying and what fabric he s miscellaneous writings could rear from it it is not the material but the workman is wanting it is not the dark place that but the dim eye a peasant s life was the meanest and of all lives till became a poet in it and a poet of it found it a man a life and therefore significant to men a thousand battle fields remain but the wounded hare has not perished without its memorial a of mercy yet breathes on us from its dumb agonies because a poet was there our had passed and in rude awe and laughter since the era of the but no till discerned in it the materials of a neither was the holy fair any council of or roman but nevertheless superstition and and fun having been to him in this man s hand it became a poem instinct with satire and genuine comic life let but the true poet be given us we repeat it place him where and how you will and true poetry will not be wanting of the essential gift of poetic as we have now attempted to describe it a certain rugged worth whatever has written a as of green fields and mountain breezes dwells in his poetry it is of natural life and hardy natural men there is a decisive strength in him and yet a sweet native he is tender and he is vehement yet without or too visible effort he the heart or it with a power which seems habitual and familiar to him we see in him the gentleness the pity of a woman with the deep the force and passionate of a hero tears lie in him and fire as lightning in the drops of the summer cloud he has a in his bosom for every note of human feeling the high and the low the sad the ludicrous the joyful are welcome in their turns to his lightly moved and burns all spirit and observe with what a prompt and eager force he his subject be it what it may how he as it were the full image of the matter in his eye full and clear in every and catches the real t and essence of it amid a thousand accidents and superficial circumstances no one of which him is it of reason some truth to be discovered no no vain surface logic him quick resolute he through into the of the question and speaks his verdict with an emphasis that cannot be forgotten is it of description some object to be represented no poet of any age or nation is more than burns the characteristic features disclose themselves to him at a glance three lines from his hand and we have a likeness and in that rough dialect in that rude often awkward so clear and definite a likeness it seems a working with a burnt stick and yet the of a is not more expressive or exact this clearness of sight we may call the foundation of all talent for in fact unless we see our object how shall we know how to place or prize it in our understanding our imagination our affections yet it is not in itself perhaps a very high excellence but capable of being united with the strongest or with ordinary powers all men in this quality but strangely enough at no great distance below him are and it belongs in truth to what is called a lively mind and gives no sure indication of the higher that may exist along with it in all the three cases we have mentioned it is combined with great their descriptions are detailed ample and lovingly exact s fire bursts through from time to time as if by accident but and have no fire again is not more distinguished by the clearness than by the s ous force of his of the strength the piercing emphasis with which he thought his emphasis of expression may give a humble but the proof who ever uttered sayings than his words more memorable now by their burning 