form of their art, they appeal to the feelings. and the imagination, and their most affecting passages are those in which the human element is bound up with the natural, and nature seems to be in sympathy with their feelings. Cowper realizes this: “When all within is peace How nature seems to smile! Delights that never cease The livelong day beguile. Gives nature power to please; "The vast majestic globe, A dreary wild at best; It flutters to depart, And longs to be at rest." But he does not see that the painter should be similarly affected: "Strange! there should be found, Who, self imprison'd in their proud saloons, "A Song." Cowper. "The Sofa." Cowper. For the unscented fictions of the loom; Who, satisfied with only pencill'd scenes, The inferior wonders of an artist's hand! But imitative strokes can do no more Beneath the open sky she spreads the feast; Nothing could show more clearly the confusion that exists in so many minds as to what painting really is than this passage. It is a beautiful piece of poetry and a charming description of nature, and it is all perfectly true as regards anyone who would prefer such an art to nature, or even compare nature and art at all. But painting is not a "mimic" art, produced by "imitative strokes"; it is something far higher, and there should be no comparison like this made. It shows the necessity of clearly understanding that nature and art are entirely different things, and that the Medici." artist does not try merely to copy nature. Sir Thomas Browne saw further: "Nature "Religio is not at variance with art, nor art with nature. Art is the perfection of nature. Nature hath made one world, and art another." Coleridge puts forward the subjective view very strongly: "It were a vain endeavour Though I should gaze forever On that green light that lingers in the West; I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within, And in our life alone does nature live; Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth And from the soul itself must there be sent And again he tells us in his wonderful poem how the personality is affected by nature: "Beyond the shadow of the ship "Ode on Dejection." "The Ancient Mariner." "Tintern Abbey." They moved in tracks of shining white, "Within the shadow of the ship I watch'd their rich attire; Blue, glossy green, and velvet black "O happy living things! No tongue A spring of love gush'd from my heart, Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I bless'd them unaware. The selfsame moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea."* Wordsworth shows us how nature moved him: "For I have learn'd To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes *"Just between the third and fourth stanzas the thing has occurred in the mind, which makes all nature and external phenomena part of the history of the personality. It is reality passing into higher reality, the world being minted by the soul." Dr. F. W. Gunsaulus. Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power And in the blue sky, and in the mind of man." What a world is lost to the man typified by the same poet: "He rov'd among the vales and streams, In the green wood and hollow dell. They were his dwellings night and day, "In vain through every changing year A primrose by the river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more." Well might such a lover of nature as Words worth cry out in irony: 'Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn." "Peter Bell." "The World." |