§ 2. It seems to me that, as matters stand at present, there is considerable ground for the latter opinion. We saw, in the preceding chapter, that our love of nature had been partly forced upon us by mistakes in our social economy, and led to no distinct issues of action or thought. And when we look to Scott—the man who feels it most deeply—for some explanation of its effect upon him, we find a curious tone of apology (as if for involuntary folly) running through his confessions of such sentiment, and a still more curious inability to define, beyond a certain point, the character of this emotion. He has lost the company of his friends among the hills, and turns to these last for comfort. He says, "there is a pleasure in the pain" consisting in such thoughts frames for oil paintings
"As oft awake
By lone St. Mary's silent lake;"
but, when we look for some definition of these thoughts, all that we are told
is, that they composeBy lone St. Mary's silent lake;"
"A mingled sentiment
Of resignation and content!"
a sentiment which, I suppose, many people can attain to on the loss of their
friends, without the help of lakes or mountains; while Wordsworth definitely and
positively affirms that thoughthas nothing whatever to do with the
matter, and that though, in his youth, the cataract and wood "haunted him like a
passion," it was without the help of any "remoter charm, by thought
supplied." modern abstract oil painting
Of resignation and content!"
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