Who hath revealed
That he was more than man or less?
[Footnote: _Burns_ and _Byron_.]
The attitude is also characteristic of another anomalous type which
flourished in America fifty years ago, whose verse represents an
attempted fusion of emasculated poetry and philistine piety. A writer of
this type moralizes impartially over the erring bard and his accusers,
Sin met thy brother everywhere,
And is thy brother blamed?
From passion, danger, doubt and care
He no exemption claimed.
[Footnote: Ebenezer Eliot, _Burns_.]
But genuine poets refuse to compromise themselves by admitting that they
are no better than other men.
They are not averse, however, to pointing out the unfitness of the
public to cast the first stone. So unimpeachable a citizen as Longfellow
finds even in the notoriously spotted artist, Benvenuto Cellini, an
advantage over his maligners because
He is not
That despicable thing, a hypocrite.
[Footnote: _Michael Angelo_.]
Most of the faults charged to them, poets aver, exist solely in the evil
minds of their critics.
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