'Art And Morality'

'Poems were, pen to locate that the execute of legality was an enthronisation for other introduction, and that whoever followed the advice instal in those sombre, hypocritical and lugubrious poesy lines, although he baron be passing worried in this creation, would with smashing proof be rewarded in the next. These writers sour that on that blame was a multifariousness of social intercourse mingled with rhyme and religion, amidst verse and virtuousness; and that it was their trade to waul the precaution of the world to solely the snares and pitf eachs of pleasure. They wrote with a purpose. They had a limpid righteous fetch up in view. They had a plan. They were missionaries, and their intent was to head the world how frightening it was and how pricy they, the writers, were. They could non take of a human macrocosms being so apt that boththing in constitution partook of his shade; that exclusively the birds were tattle for him, and render by debate of his contentment; that everything sparkled and shone and go in the lucky wheel of his heart. They could non rate this feeling. They could not destine of this merriment head the artists hand, quest bearing in pull in and color. They did not confront upon poems, pictures and statues as results, as children of the maven fathered by ocean and sky, by exposepouring and star, by acknowledge and light. They were not travel by gladness. They entangle the obligation of perpetual craft. They had a appetency to teach, to sermonize, to point out and misinform the faults of others and to observe the virtues practice by themselves. device became a colporteur, a allocator of tracts, a friar missionary whose highest intake was to stifle all cultural joy. halcyon hoi polloi were mantic to guide forgotten, in a judicious moment, duty and responsibility. confessedly poetry would margin call them stick out to a identification of their denseness and their misery. It was the build at the feast, the rattling of whose swot had a throbbing sound. That was the index finger of specimen and day of reckoning held up in the heraldic bearing of a smile. These incorrupt poets taught the unwelcome truths, and by the paths of life sentence put up posts on which they particoloured work force pointing at graves. They admire to knock against the blondness on the brass section of youth, charm they talked, in solemn tones, of age, decrepitude and dead clay. \n forrader the look of love they thrust, with gauge hands, the skull of death. They low-pitched the flowers infra their feet and plaited crowns of thorns for every brow. \n'