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or ill or indifferently； without losing more than a little of their virtue。 Do they impress the eye by opening before it a prospect of vast extent； peopled by vague shapes？ On the contrary； the visual embodiment of the ideas suggested kills the sense of the passage； by lowering the cope of the starry heavens to the measure of a poplar…tree。 Death and life； height and depth； are conceived by the apostle； and creation thrown in like a trinket； only that they may lend emphasis to the denial that is the soul of his purpose。 Other arts can affirm； or seem to affirm； with all due wealth of circumstance and detail； they can heighten their affirmation by the modesty of reserve； the surprises of a studied brevity； and the erasure of all impertinence； literature alone can deny； and honour the denial with the last resources of a power that has the universe for its treasury。 It is this negative capability of words； their privative force； whereby they can impress the minds with a sense of 〃vacuity； darkness； solitude； and silence；〃 that Burke celebrates in the fine treatise of his younger days。 In such a phrase as 〃the angel of the Lord〃 language mocks the positive rivalry of the pictorial art； which can offer only the poor pretence of an equivalent in a young man painted with wings。 But the difference between the two arts is even better marked in the matter of negative suggestion； it is instanced by Burke from the noble passage where Virgil describes the descent of AEneas and the Sibyl to the shades of the nether world。 Here are amassed all 〃the images of a tremendous dignity〃 that the poet could forge from the sublime of denial。 The two most famous lines are a procession of negatives：…
Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram； Perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna。
Through hollow kingdoms； emptied of the day； And dim； deserted courts where Dis bears sway； Night…foundered； and uncertain of the path； Darkling they took their solitary way。
Here is the secret of some of the cardinal effects of literature； strong epithets like 〃lonely；〃 〃supreme；〃 〃invisible；〃 〃eternal；〃 〃inexorable；〃 with the substantives that belong to them； borrow their force from the vastness of what they deny。 And not these alone； but many other words； less indebted to logic for the magnificence of reach that it can lend； bring before the mind no picture； but a dim emotional framework。 Such words as 〃ominous；〃 〃fantastic；〃 〃attenuated；〃 〃bewildered；〃 〃justification；〃 are atmospheric rather than pictorial； they infect the soul with the passion…laden air that rises from humanity。 It is precisely in his dealings with words like these； 〃heated originally by the breath of others；〃 that a poet's fine sense and knowledge most avail him。 The company a word has kept； its history； faculties； and predilections； endear or discommend it to his instinct。 How hardly will poetry consent to employ such words as 〃congratulation〃 or 〃philanthropist；〃 … words of good origin； but tainted by long immersion in fraudulent rejoicings and pallid； comfortable； theoretic loves。 How eagerly will the poetic imagination seize on a word like 〃control；〃 which gives scope by its very vagueness； and is fettered by no partiality of association。 All words； the weak and the strong； the definite and the vague； have their offices to perform in language； but the loftiest purposes of poetry are seldom served by those explicit hard words which； like tiresome explanatory persons； say all that they mean。 Only in the focus and centre of man's knowledge is there place for the hammer…blows of affirmation； the rest is a flickering world of hints and half… lights； echoes and suggestions； to be come at in the dusk or not at all。
The combination of these powers in words； of song and image and meaning； has given us the supreme passages of our romantic poetry。 In Shakespeare's work； especially； the union of vivid definite presentment with immense reach of metaphysical suggestion seems to intertwine the roots of the universe with the particular fact； tempting the mind to explore that other side of the idea presented to it； the side turned away from it； and held by something behind。
It will have blood； they say blood win have blood： Stones have been known to move and trees to speak； Augurs and understood relations have By maggot…pies and choughs and rooks brought forth The secret'st man of blood。
This meeting of concrete and abstract； of sense and thought； keeps the eye travelling along the utmost skyline of speculation； where the heavens are interfused with the earth。 In short； the third and greatest virtue of words is no other than the virtue that belongs to the weapons of thought； … a deep； wide； questioning thought that discovers analogies and pierces behind things to a half…perceived unity of law and essence。 In the employ of keen insight； high feeling； and deep thinking； language comes by its own； the prettinesses that may be imposed on a passive material are as nothing to the splendour and grace that transfigure even the meanest instrument when it is wielded by the energy of thinking purpose。 The contempt that is cast； by the vulgar phrase； on 〃mere words〃 bears witness to the rarity of this serious consummation。 Yet by words the world was shaped out of chaos； by words the Christian religion was established among mankind。 Are these terrific engines fit play…things for the idle humours of a sick child？
And now it begins to be apparent that no adequate description of the art of language can be drawn from the technical terminology of the other arts； which； like proud debtors； would gladly pledge their substance to repay an obligation that they cannot disclaim。 Let one more attempt to supply literature with a parallel be quoted from the works of a writer on style； whose high merit it is that he never loses sight； either in theory or in practice； of the fundamental conditions proper to the craft of letters。 Robert Louis Stevenson； pondering words long and lovingly； was impressed by their crabbed individuality； and sought to elucidate the laws of their arrangement by a reference to the principles of architecture。 〃The sister arts；〃 he says； 〃enjoy the use of a plastic and ductile material； like the modeller's clay； literature alone is condemned to work in mosaic with finite and quite rigid words。 You have seen those blocks； dear to the nursery： this one a pillar； that a pediment； a third a window or a vase。 It is with blocks of just such arbitrary size and figure that the literary architect is condemned to design the palace of his art。 Nor is this all； for since these blocks or words are the acknowledged currency of our daily affairs； there are here possible none of those suppressions by which other arts obtain relief； continuity； and vigour： no hieroglyphic touch； no smoothed impasto； no inscrutable shadow； as in painting； no blank wall； as in architecture； but every word； phrase； sentence； and paragraph must move in a logical progression； and convey a definite conventional import。〃
It is an acute comparison； happily indicative of the morose angularity that words offer to whoso handles them； admirably insistent on the chief of the incommodities imposed upon the writer； the necessity； at all times and at all costs； to mean something。 The boon of the recurring monotonous expanse； that an apprentice may fill； the breathing…space of restful mechanical repetition； are denied to the writer； who must needs shoulder the hod himself； and lay on the mortar； in ever varying patterns； with his own trowel。 This is indeed the ordeal of the master； the canker…worm of the penny…a…liner； who； poor fellow； means nothing； and spends his life in the vain effort to get words to do the same。 But if in this respect architecture and literature are confessed to differ； there remains the likeness that Mr。 Stevenson detects in the building materials of the two arts； those blocks of 〃arbitrary size and figure； finite and quite rigid。〃 There is truth enough in the comparison to make it illuminative； but he would be a rash dialectician who should attempt to draw from it； by way of inference； a philosophy of letters。 Words are piled on words； and bricks on bricks； but of the two you are invited to think words the more intractable。 Truly； it was a man of letters who said it； avenging himself on his profession for the never…ending toil it imposed； by miscalling it； with grim pleasantry； the architecture of the nursery。 Finite and quite rigid words are not； in any sense that holds good of bricks。 They move and change； they wax and wane； they wither and burgeon； from age to age； from place to place； from mouth to mouth； they are never at a stay。 They take on colour； intensity； and vivacity from the infection of neighbourhood； the same word is of several shapes and diverse imports in one and the same sentence； they depend on the building that they compose for the very chemistry of the stuff that composes them。 The same epithet is used in the phrases 〃a fine day〃 and 〃fine irony；〃 in 〃fair trade〃 and 〃a fair goddess。〃 Were different symbols to be invented for these sundry meanings the art of literature would perish。 For words carry with them all the meanings they have worn； and the writer shall be j