“Ingrateful
sure,
When such the theme, becomes
the poet’s task:
Yet must he try by modulation
meet
Of varied cadence and selected
phrase
Exact yet free, without inflation
bold,
To dignify that theme.”
Accordingly he dignified his theme by speaking of a net as the “sportsman’s hempen toils,” and of a gun as the
“—fell
tube
Whose iron entrails hide the
sulphurous blast
Satanic engine!”
When he names an ice-house, it is under a form of conundrum:
“—the
structure rude where Winter pounds,
In conic pit his congelations
hoar,
That Summer may his tepid
beverage cool
With the chill luxury.”
This species of verbiage is the earmark of all eighteenth-century poetry and poets; not only of those who used the classic couplet, but equally of the romanticizing group who adopted blank verse. The best of them are not free from it, not even Gray, not even Collins; and it pervades Wordsworth’s earliest verses, his “Descriptive Sketches” and “Evening Walk” published in 1793. But perhaps the very worst instance of it is in Dr. Armstrong’s “Economy of Love,” where the ludicrous contrast between the impropriety of the subject and the solemn pomp of the diction amounts almost to bouffe.
In emulation of “The Seasons” Mason introduced a sentimental love story—Alcander and Nerina—into his third book. He informs his readers (book II. 34-78) that, in the reaction against straight alleys, many gardeners had gone to an extreme in the use of zigzag meanders; and he recommends them to follow the natural curves of the footpaths which the milkmaid wears across the pastures “from stile to stile,” or which
—“the
scudding hare
Draws to her dew-sprent seat
o’er thymy heaths.”
The prose commentary on Mason’s poem, by W. Burgh,[34] asserts that the formal style of garden had begun to give way about the commencement of the eighteenth century, though the new fashion had but very lately attained to its perfection. Mason mentions Pope as a champion of the true taste,[35] but the descriptions of his famous villa at Twickenham, with its grotto, thickets, and artificial mounds, hardly suggest to the modern reader a very successful attempt to reproduce nature. To be sure, Pope had only five acres to experiment with, and that parklike scenery which distinguishes the English landscape garden requires a good deal of room. The art is the natural growth of a country where primogeniture has kept large estates in the hands of the nobility and landed gentry, and in which a passion for sport has kept the nobility and gentry in the country a great share of the year. Even Shenstone—whose place is commended by Mason—Shenstone at the Leasowes, with his three hundred acres, felt his little pleasance rather awkwardly dwarfed by the neighborhood of Lyttelton’s big park at Hagley.