TO SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT
The language of poetry
[c. 1807.]
MY DEAR SIR GEORGE,
I am quite delighted to hear of your picture for Peter Bell; I was much pleased with the sketch, and I have no doubt that the picture will surpass it as far as a picture ought to do. I long much to see it. I should approve of any engraver approved by you. But remember that no poem of mine will ever be popular; and I am afraid that the sale of Peter would not carry the expense of the engraving, and that the poem, in the estimation of the public, would be a weight upon the print. I say not this in modest disparagement of the poem, but in sorrow for the sickly taste of the public in verse. The people would love the poem of Peter Bell, but the public (a very different being) will never love it. Thanks for dear Lady B.’s transcript from your friend’s letter; it is written with candour, but I must say a word or two not in praise of it. ‘Instances of what I mean,’ says your friend, ‘are to be found in a poem on a Daisy’ (by the by, it is on the Daisy, a mighty difference!) ’and on Daffodils reflected in the Water’. Is this accurately transcribed by Lady Beaumont? If it be, what shall we think of criticism or judgement founded upon, and exemplified by, a poem which must have been so inattentively perused? My language is precise; and, therefore, it would be false modesty to charge myself with blame.
Beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.
The waves beside them danced, but
they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee.