Wordsworth's lines need to be read in direct context-- "I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side: By our own spirits are we deified : We Poets in our youth begin in gladness: But thereof comes in the end despondency and madness."
Hazlitt who had shown an early enthusiasm for Wordsworth, but was instinctively and by natural bent much nearer Burns, has in one of his lectures drawn a measure between the two. "Nothing," he says, "can be more different or hostile than the spirit of their poetry." Burns's, he describes as "a very highly sublimated essence of animal existence." As for Words- worth, he is a recluse philosopher, and in his poetry there is "a total disunion and divorce of the faculties of the mind from those of the body; the banns are forbid." Elsewhere, Hazlitt's praise is, allowing for his temperament, generous if by no means unmeasured or overstated. With Wordsworth, we may think the converting of the lyrical to the sublyrical, the verse of sung-melody and pure vocal rhythm to that of reflective and meditative expression, was complete. It remained, however, for two poets of more vigorous melic impulse than his--Shelley and Swinburne--to give new effects, new rhythms, new cadences struck out of the rapture and sympathy of the soul in and with nature, to English poetry, which should compensate it for the loss of the old singing verse. To understand Wordsworth's feeling for his art, and the theory he laid down in regard to it, we must turn to his own account of the influences that went before him and the new deliverance he sought. It is stated duly and philosophically in the much debated Preface to Lyrical Ballads ( 1800). There he puts his own case with an argument for the natural idiom in poetry which might be based on the actual verse-practice of Burns-- "The Reader," he says, "will find that personifications of abstract ideas rarely occur in these volumes; and, I hope, are utterly rejected, as an ordinary device to elevate the style, and raise it above prose. I have proposed to myself to
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