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of Southey in 1843, crowned him with the laurel, “as the just due of the first of living poets"; and the best minds of England, such as Arnold, George Eliot, Mill, acknowledged the strength and blessedness of his influence. When he died, April 23rd, 1850, the greatest English poet of this century, greatest in original force, sincerity, and beauty of thought, greatest as the interpretative voice of Nature, greatest in its power of transfiguring human life with the glory of imagination, had passed away from the world and from the Grasmere that guards his grave.
The best personal sketch of the poet is that of Henry Taylor, written about 1840:-" He talked well in his way; with veracity, easy brevity, and force. His voice was good, frank, and sonorous, though practically clear, distinct, forcible rather than melodious; the tone of him business-like, sedately confident, no discourtesy, yet no anxiety about being courteous; a fine wholesome rusticity, fresh as his mountain breezes, sat well on the stalwart veteran, and on all he said and did. You would have said he was a usually taciturn man, glad to unlock himself, to audience sympathetic and intelligent, when such offered itself. His face bore marks of much, not always peaceful, meditation; the look of it not bland or benevolent, so much as close, impregnable, and hard ; a man multa tacere loquive paratus, in a world where he had experienced no lack of contradictions as he strode along! The eyes were not brilliant, but they had a quiet clearness; there was enough of brow, and well shaped ; rather too much cheek (horse-faced,' I have heard satirists say), face of a squarish shape and decidedly longish as I think the head itself was (its length, going horizontal): he was large-boned, lean, but still firm-knit, tall and strong-looking when he stood; a right good old steel-gray figure, a veracious strength looking through him which might have suited one of the old steel-gray Margrafs.”
Wordsworth's genius has had no finer interpreter than Coleridge. It is not the friend merely, but the keen critic of literature who, in dark days of neglect, could bravely stand forth to proclaim his friend's greatness. Wordsworth's excellences are, he says :-“First, an austere purity of language.... Second, a corresponding 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.. .. Even throughout his smaller poems there is scarcely one which is not rendered valuable by some just and original reflection .... Third, the sinewy strength and originality of single lines and paragraphs; the frequent curiosa felicitas of his diction....Fourth, the perfect truth of nature in his images and descriptions, as taken immediately from nature....Fifth, a meditative pathos, a union of deep and subtle thought with sensibility; a sympathy with man as man ; the sympathy indeed of a contemplator rather than a fellow-sufferer or co-mate.... Last, and preeminently, I challenge for this poet the gift of imagination. ... In the play of fancy, Wordsworth, to my feelings, is not always graceful, and is sometimes recondite. The likeness is occasionally too strange. ... But in imaginative power he stands nearest of a modern writers to Shakespeare and Milton. To employ his own words.. .. he does indeed, to all thoughts and to all objects
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(The chief authorities for a biography of Campbell are the Life and Letters of Thomas Campbell, edited by William Beattie, M.D., Lond., 1849, and the Literary Reminiscences and Memoirs of Thomas Campbell, by Cyrus Redding, Lond., 1859; on these have been founded the memoirs in the Aldine ed. of his Poems, and the Clarendon Press ed. of Gertrude of Wyoming, etc.]
Thomas Campbell was of the race of Campbells of Kir. nan, who as late as the time of the poet's grandfather lived on the family estate in the vale of Glassary on the southern frontier of the West Highlands. At the time of the poet's birth, the house of Kirnan had fallen into ruin, and its lands passed into the possession of strangers. Alexander Campbell, son of its last owner, was a merchant in Glasgow, a man of honour and education. The youngest of his eleven children was the poet, born on the 27th of July, 1777. The boy Campbell was an affectionate, sensitive, delicate child, with an early liking for Scotch ballad poetry and song which he owed to his mother. The gift of numbers came early to him ; lines of his are preserved that were written at the age of ten. He early showed, likewise, a keen enthusiasm for Greek and Latin, which he was fond of rendering into English verse. In 1771 he entered Glasgow University, there to win prizes and scholarships as well as an enviable reputation for his genial nature and poetic ability. The poets he read most in those early years were Pope, Gray, and Goldsmith. Their influence and the influence of his admired classics gave to his mind that bent towards correct taste'which, while it secured him an immediate popularity with his