To these occasional defects I may oppose the following excellences.  First, an austere purity of language both grammatically and logically; in short, a perfect appropriateness of the words to the meaning.  Secondly, a correspondent weight and sanity of the thoughts and sentiments, won not from books, but from the poet’s own meditative observation.  They are fresh, and have the dew upon them.  Third, the sinewy strength and originality of single lines and paragraphs; the frequent curious felicity of his diction.  Fourth, the perfect truth of Nature in his images and descriptions as taken immediately from Nature, and proving a long and genial intimacy with the very spirit which gives the expression to all the works of nature.  Like a green field reflected in a calm and perfectly transparent lake, the image is distinguished from the reality only by its greater softness and lustre.

Fifth, a meditative pathos, a union of deep and subtle thought with sensibility; a sympathy with man as man; the sympathy of a contemplator, from whose view no difference of rank conceals the sameness of the nature; no injuries of wind or weather, of toil, or even of ignorance, wholly disguise the human face divine.  The superscription and the image of the Creator still remain legible to him under the dark lines with which guilt or calamity had cancelled or cross-barred it.  In this mild and philosophic pathos, Wordsworth appears to me without a compeer.

Lastly, and pre-eminently, I challenge for this poet the gift of imagination in the highest and strictest sense of the word.  In the play of fancy, Wordsworth, to my feelings, is not always graceful, and is sometimes recondite.  But in imaginative power he stands nearest of all modern writers to Shakespeare and Milton; and yet in a kind perfectly unborrowed and his own.  To employ his own words, he does indeed to all thoughts and to all objects

            Add the gleam,
    The light that never was on sea or land,
    The consecration, and the poet’s dream.

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WILLIAM COWPER

Letters Written in the Years 1782-1790

William Cowper, son of a chaplain to George II., was born at Berkhampstead Parsonage on November 15, 1731.  After being educated at Westminster School, he studied law for three years, and in 1752 took up his residence, for a further course, in the Middle Temple.  Though called to the Bar in 1754, he never practised, for he profoundly hated law, while he passionately loved literary pursuits.  His friends having provided him with sufficient funds for subsistence, in addition to a small patrimony left by his father, Cowper went to live at Huntingdon, where he formed a deep attachment with the Unwin family, which proved to be a lifelong friendship.  The latter years of his life were spent at Olney.  He achieved wide fame by the publication of “The Task,”