“Whether I have made out the case for Pope, I know not; but I am very sure that I have been zealous in the attempt. If it comes to the proofs we shall beat the blackguards. I will show more imagery in twenty lines of Pope than in any equal length of quotation in English poesy, and that in places where they least expect it. For instance, in his lines on Sporus,—now, do just read them over—the subject is of no consequence (whether it be satire or epic)—we are talking of poetry and imagery from nature and art. Now, mark the images separately and arithmetically:—
“’1.
The thing of silk.
2. Curd
of ass’s milk.
3.
The butterfly.
4.
The wheel.
5.
Bug with gilded wings.
6. Painted
child of dirt.
7.
Whose buzz.
8.
Well-bred spaniels.
9. Shallow
streams run dimpling.
10. Florid
impotence.
11. Prompter.
Puppet squeaks.
12. The ear
of Eve.
13. Familiar
toad.
14. Half froth,
half venom, splits himself abroad.
15. Fop
at the toilet.
16. Flatterer
at the board.
17. Amphibious
thing.
18. Now trips
a lady.
19. Now struts
a lord.
20. A cherub’s
face.
21. A reptile
all the rest.
22. The Rabbins.
23. Pride
that licks the dust.
“’Beauty
that shocks you, parts that none will trust.
Wit
that can creep, and pride that licks the
dust.’
“Now, is there a line of all the passage without the most forcible imagery (for his purpose)? Look at the variety—at the poetry of the passage—at the imagination: there is hardly a line from which a painting might not be made, and is. But this is nothing in comparison with his higher passages in the Essay on Man, and many of his other poems, serious and comic. There never was such an unjust outcry in this world as that which these fellows are trying against Pope.
“Ask Mr. Gifford
if, in the fifth act of ‘The Doge,’ you
could not
contrive (where the
sentence of the Veil is passed) to insert the
following lines in Marino
Faliero’s answer?
“But
let it be so. It will be in vain:
The
veil which blackens o’er this blighted name,
And
hides, or seems to hide, these lineaments,
Shall
draw more gazers than the thousand portraits
Which
glitter round it in their painted trappings,
Your
delegated slaves—the people’s tyrants.[33]
“Yours, truly, &c.
“P.S. Upon
public matters here I say little: you will
all hear
soon enough of a general
row throughout Italy. There never was a
more foolish step than
the expedition to Naples by these fellows.