they　may　have　some　chance　of　being　seen　by　posterity。
  〃It　has　been　said　that　a　good　critique　on　a　poem　may　be　written　by　one　who
  is　no　poet　himself。　This；　according　to　your　idea　and　_mine　_of　poetry；　I
  feel　to　be　false…the　less　poetical　the　critic；　the　less　just　the　critique；
  and　the　converse。　On　this　account；　and　because　there　are　but　few　B…'s　in
  the　world；　I　would　be　as　much　ashamed　of　the　world's　good　opinion　as　proud
  of　your　own。　Another　than　yourself　might　here　observe；　'Shakespeare　is　in
  possession　of　the　world's　good　opinion；　and　yet　Shakespeare　is　the
  greatest　of　poets。　It　appears　then　that　the　world　judge　correctly；　why
  should　you　be　ashamed　of　their　favorable　judgment？'　The　difficulty　lies　in
  the　interpretation　of　the　word　'judgment'　or　'opinion。'　The　opinion　is　the
  world's；　truly；　but　it　may　be　called　theirs　as　a　man　would　call　a　book
  his；　having　bought　it；　he　did　not　write　the　book；　but　it　is　his；　they　did
  not　originate　the　opinion；　but　it　is　theirs。　A　fool；　for　example；　thinks
  Shakespeare　a　great　poet…yet　the　fool　has　never　read　Shakespeare。　But　the
  fool's　neighbor；　who　is　a　step　higher　on　the　Andes　of　the　mind；　whose　head
  （that　is　to　say；　his　more　exalted　thought）　is　too　far　above　the　fool　to　be
  seen　or　understood；　but　whose　feet　（by　which　I　mean　his　everyday　actions）
  are　sufficiently　near　to　be　discerned；　and　by　means　of　which　that
  superiority　is　ascertained；　which　but　for　them　would　never　have　been
  discovered…this　neighbor　asserts　that　Shakespeare　is　a　great　poetthe
  fool　believes　him；　and　it　is　henceforward　his　_opinion。　_This　neighbor's
  own　opinion　has；　in　like　manner；　been　adopted　from　one　above　him；　and　so；
  ascendingly；　to　a　few　gifted　individuals　who　kneel　around　the　summit；
  beholding；　face　to　face；　the　master　spirit　who　stands　upon　the　pinnacle。
  〃You　are　aware　of　the　great　barrier　in　the　path　of　an　American　writer。　He
  is　read；　if　at　all；　in　preference　to　the　combined　and　established　wit　of
  the　world。　I　say　established；　for　it　is　with　literature　as　with　law　or
  empire…an　established　name　is　an　estate　in　tenure；　or　a　throne　in
  possession。　Besides；　one　might　suppose　that　books；　like　their　authors；
  improve　by　travel…their　having　crossed　the　sea　is；　with　us；　so　great　a
  distinction。　Our　antiquaries　abandon　time　for　distance；　our　very　fops
  glance　from　the　binding　to　the　bottom　of　the　title…page；　where　the　mystic
  characters　which　spell　London；　Paris；　or　Genoa；　are　precisely　so　many
  letters　of　recommendation。
  〃I　mentioned　just　now　a　vulgar　error　as　regards　criticism。　I　think　the
  notion　that　no　poet　can　form　a　correct　estimate　of　his　own　writings　is
  another。　I　remarked　before　that　in　proportion　to　the　poetical　talent　would
  be　the　justice　of　a　critique　upon　poetry。　Therefore　a　bad　poet　would；　I
  grant；　make　a　false　critique；　and　his　self…love　would　infallibly　bias　his
  little　judgment　in　his　favor；　but　a　poet；　who　is　indeed　a　poet；　could　not；
  I　think；　fail　of　making…a　just　critique；　whatever　should　be　deducted　on
  the　score　of　self…love　might　be　replaced　on　account　of　his　intimate
  acquaintance　with　the　subject；　in　short；　we　have　more　instances　of　false
  criticism　than　of　just　where　one's　own　writings　are　the　test；　simply
  because　we　have　more　bad　poets　than　good。　There　are；　of　course；　many
  objections　to　what　I　say：　Milton　is　a　great　example　of　the　contrary；　but
  his　opinion　with　respect　to　the　'Paradise　Regained'　is　by　no　means　fairly
  ascertained。　By　what　trivial　circumstances　men　are　often　led　to　assert
  what　they　do　not　really　believe！　Perhaps　an　inadvertent　word　has　descended
  to　posterity。　But；　in　fact；　the　'Paradise　Regained'　is　little；　if　at　all；
  inferior　to　the　'Paradise　Lost；'　and　is　only　supposed　so　to　be　because　men
  do　not　like　epics；　whatever　they　may　say　to　the　contrary；　and；　reading
  those　of　Milton　in　their　natural　order；　are　too　much　wearied　with　the
  first　to　derive　any　pleasure　from　the　second。
  〃I　dare　say　Milton　preferred　'Comus'　to　either…。　if　so…justly。
  〃As　I　am　speaking　of　poetry；　it　will　not　be　amiss　to　touch　slightly　upon
  the　most　singular　heresy　in　its　modern　history…the　heresy　of　what　is
  called；　very　foolishly；　the　Lake　School。　Some　years　ago　I　might　have　been
  induced；　by　an　occasion　like　the　present；　to　attempt　a　formal　refutation
  of　their　doctrine；　at　present　it　would　be　a　work　of　supererogation。　The
  wise　must　bow　to　the　wisdom　of　such　men　as　Coleridge　and　Southey；　but；
  being　wise；　have　laughed　at　poetical　theories　so　prosaically　exemplifled。
  〃Aristotle；　with　singular　assurance；　has　declared　poetry　the　most
  philosophical　of　all　writings*…but　it　required　a　Wordsworth　to　pronounce
  it　the　most　metaphysical。　He　seems　to　think　that　the　end　of　poetry　is；　or
  should　be；　instruction；　yet　it　is　a　truism　that　the　end　of　our　existence
  is　happiness；　if　so；　the　end　of　every　separate　part　of　our　existence；
  everything　connected　with　our　existence；　should　be　still　happiness。
  Therefore　the　end　of　instruction　should　be　happiness；　and　happiness　is
  another　name　for　pleasure；…therefore　the　end　of　instruction　should　be
  pleasure：　yet　we　see　the　above…mentioned　opinion　implies　precisely　the
  reverse。
  〃To　proceed：　_ceteris　paribus；　_be　who　pleases　is　of　more　importance　to
  his　fellow…men　than　he　who　instructs；　since　utility　is　happiness；　and
  pleasure　is　the　end　already　obtained　which　instruction　is　merely　the　means
  of　obtaining。
  〃I　see　no　reason；　then；　why　our　metaphysical　poets　should　plume　themselves
  so　much　on　the　utility　of　their　works；　unless　indeed　they　refer　to
  instruction　with　eternity　in　view；　in　which　case；　sincere　respect　for
  their　piety　would　not　allow　me　to　express　my　contempt　for　their　judgment；
  contempt　which　it　would　be　difficult　to　conceal；　since　their　writings　are
  professedly　to　be　understood　by　the　few；　and　it　is　the　many　who　stand　in
  need　of　salvation。　In　such　case　I　should　no　doubt　be　tempted　to　think　of
  the　devil　in　'Melmoth。'　who　labors　indefatigably；　through　three　octavo
  volumes；　to　accomplish　the　destruction　of　one　or　two　souls；　while　any
  common　devil　would　have　demolished　one　or　two　thousand。
  〃Against　the　subtleties　which　would　make　poetry　a　study…not　a　passion…it
  becomes　the　metaphysician　to　reason…but　the　poet　to　protest。　Yet
  Wordsworth　and　Coleridge　are　men　in　years；　the　one　imbued　in　contemplation
  from　his　childhood；　the　other　a　giant　in　intellect　and　learning。　The
  diffidence；　then；　with　which　I　venture　to　dispute　their　authority　would　be
  overwhelming　did　I　not　feel；　from　the　bottom　of　my　heart；　that　learning
  has　little　to　do　with　the　imagination…intellect　with　the　passions…or　age
  with　poetry。
  〃'Trifles；　like　straws；　upon　the　surface　flow；
  He　who　would　search　for　pearls　must　dive　below；'
  are　lines　which　have　done　much　mischief。　As　regards　the　greater　truths；
  men　oftener　err　by　seeking　them　at　the　bottom　than　at　the　top；　Truth　lies
  in　the　huge　abysses　where　wisdom　is　sought…not　in　the　palpable　palaces
  where　she　is　found。　The　ancients　were　not　always　right　in　hiding　…the
  goddess　in　a　well；　witness　the　light　which　Bacon　has　thrown　upon
  philosophy；　witness　the　principles　of　our　divine　faith　…that　moral
  mechanism　by　which　the　simplicity　of　a　child　may　overbalance　the　wisdom　of
  a　man。
  〃We　see　an　instance　of　Coleridge's　liability　to　err；　in　his　'Biographia
  Literaria'professedly　his　literary　life　and　opinions；　but；　in　fact；　a
  treatise　_de　omni　scibili　et　quibusdam　aliis。　_He　goes　wrong　by　reason　of
  his　very　profundity；　and　of　his　error　we　have　a　natural　type　in　the
  contemplation　of　a　star。　He　who　regards　it　directly　and　intensely　sees；　it
  is　true；　the　star；　but　it　is　the　star　without　a　ray…while　he　who　surveys
  it　less　inquisitively　is　conscious　of　all　for　which　the　star　is　useful　to
  us　below…its　brilliancy　and　its　beauty。
  〃As　to　Wordsworth；　I　have　no　faith　in　him。　That　he　had　in　youth　the
  feelings　of　a　poet　I　believe…for　there　are　glimpses　of　extreme　delicacy　in
  his　writings…（and　delicacy　is　the　poet's　own　kingdom…his　_El　Dorado）…but
  they　_have　the　appearance　of　a　better　day　recollected；　and　glimpses；　at
  best；　are　little　evidence　of　present　poetic　fire；　we　know　that　a　few
  straggling　flowers　spring　up　daily　in　the　crevices　of　the　glacier。
  〃He　was　to　blame　in　wearing　away　his　youth　in　contemplation　with　the　end
  of　poetizing　in　his　manhood。　With　the　increase　of　his　judgment　the　light
  which　should　make　it　apparent　has　faded　away。　His　judgment　consequently　is
  too　correct。　This　may　not　be　understood…but　the　old　Goths　of　Germany　would
  have　understood　it；　who　used　to　debate　matters　of　importance　to　their
  State　twice；　once　when　drunk；　and　once　when　sober…sober　that　they　might
  not　be　deficient　in　formalitydrunk　lest　they　should　be　destitute　of
  vigor。
  〃The　long　wordy　discussions　by　which　he　tries　to　reason　us　into　admiration
  of　his　poetry；　speak　very　little　in　his　favor：　they　are　full　of　such
  assertions　as　this　（I　have　opened　one　of　his　volumes　at　random）　…〃Of
  genius　the　only　proof　is　the　act　of　doing　well　what　is　worthy　to　be　done；
  and　what　was　never　done　before；'…indeed？　then　it　follows　that　in　doing
  what　is　unworthy　to　be　done；　or　what　_has　_been　done　before；　no　genius　can
  be　evinced；　yet　the　picking　of　pockets　is　an　unw　orthy　act；　pockets　have
  been　picked　time　imme