'Such incense has perfum'd my throne! To light some flames, and some revive, But, with peculiar power to please, 'Tell her, with fruitless care I've sought, No grain of cold Indifference Was ever yet allied to Sense In all my fairy round.'' Occasionally, but seldom, we find a poet like Robert Nugent (Earl Nugent) trying to make the best of both worlds: Happy when Reason deigns to guide, He, nor with brow severely bent, Chides Pleasure's smiling train away, Nor careless of Life's great Intent, With Folly wastes each heedless day." Everywhere in the poetry of the earlier eighteenth century, we find this desire for indifference seeking expression; everywhere in the later part of the century, we find a growing opposition to the Augustan ideal, a new desire for fullness of life. "Oh Pleasure, come !-and far, far hence Then from the waste, and barren mind They fly, nor leave a wreck behind Of heaven-descended poesy: Love's thrilling tumults then are felt no more, Quenched is the generous heat, the rapturous throbs are o'er!" -so sings James Scott, moved to lyric ecstasy. John Byrom, doctor, shorthand enthusiast and poet, again and again opposed this worship of reason, in his verses. In Thoughts upon Human Reason he provides an antidote to the previously quoted Reason of Pomfret: "Sense to discern, and reason to compare, Though all these Reason-worshippers profess One final example of this new spirit of acceptance of feeling with its attendant joys and sorrows, and escape from reason, I will give, before quitting the subject. William Whitehead, once Poet Laureate, expressed the new attitude to life in THE ENTHUSIAST: AN ODE Once, I remember well the day, 'Twas then, beside a green-wood shade, These, these are joys alone," I cry; Thou deign'st to fix thy throne! Adieu, ye vain low-thoughted cares, A stoic stillness reigns. soul The tyrant passions all subside; Of universal love. When lo! a voice, a voice I hear! 'Twas Reason whispered in my ear These monitory strains : "What mean'st thou, man? would'st thou unbind The ties which constitute thy kind, "The same Almighty Power unseen Fix'd every movement of the soul, "He bids the tyrant passions rage, And happiness from woe. "Art thou not man, and dar'st thou find Enthusiast, go, unstring thy lyre, "Enthusiast, go, try every sense, That man was made for man.' So Reason has changed its very nature, and the advice of reason changes in accord! Whitehead is no poet of inspiration or imaginative power. Nevertheless his verses reveal the change of spirit which left its mark upon eighteenth-century literature and did so much between 1700 and 1800 to change English poetry. Those verses, too, clearly show the apparent paradox of the century—that in the Augustan age when the poet lived, a social being amongst his fellows, meeting them daily in coffee-house, salon, theatre and ballroom, he wished most earnestly to retain his own emotional independence, to lock up his deepest feelings in his own breast, while at the close of the century, the poet fleeing from humanity to solitary communion with nature, sings continually of his love for man. Pope, living amongst his fellow-wits, studied human nature at close quarters, as revealed in the polished society of the Town, in an age of "elegance" that to us of to-day seems often artificial and insincere, and left us his ultimate impression of men: |