The Sound of Distant Laughter: Clough
The state of soul of which it is a projection I do not like. It strikes me as the most Werterish (not that I ever read Werter) of all you have yet done. There is no hope, nor strength, nor belief in these; — everything crumbles to dust beneath a ceaseless self-introspection and criticism which is throughout the one only inspiration. The gaiety of manner where no gaiety is, becomes flippancy.… The Ambarvalia, if Werterish, was honest serious Werterism — but this is Beppoish or Don Juanish (If I remember them right). The Hexameters still do not go down with me. They give me a sense of Travestie — which is their place I think … I won’t flatter; but you were not made, my dear Clough, to make sport before The Philistines in this way, but for something else.1
KeywordsEighteenth Century Liquid Glass National Guard Verse Form Natural Imagery
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