"The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, Or this of the seashore and hamlet where Enoch Arden lived: "Long lines of cliff, breaking, have left a chasm; In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higher This is a minute and pre-Raphaelite piece of landscape work, but uninteresting until we come to the last three lines. It describes very realistically the scene in which the story is laid, but clearly the poet's interest is elsewhere and this is merely the setting. More poetical is the account of the home of the mysterious lady who dwelt near Camelot, but it still only describes the island and the obvious view of the country road through fields of grain, though the second stanza gives "Elegy in a Country Church yard." Thomas Gray. "Enoch Arden." Tennyson. "The Lady of Shalott." Tennyson. a hint that nature is vaguely apprehensive of the impending catastrophe: 'On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And through the field the road runs by To many tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow, Round an island there below, The Island of Shalott. "Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott." These are all like the artists' backgrounds in which the subject is set. But the poets, like the painters, also hold very strongly the view that nature is intimately associated with the joys and sorrows of men, and for showing this their medium, the use of words, gives them greater opportunities. In this, the higher form of their art, they appeal to the feelings "When all within is peace Gives nature power to please; Enlivens all it sees. "The vast majestic globe, So beauteously array'd In nature's various robe, Is to a mourner's heart 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 nature's works far lovelier. I admire, 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." |