\– posted by Roger W. Smith
June 2926
And if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crue
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreproved pleasures free;
To hear the Lark begin his flight,
And singing startle the dull night,
From his watch-towre in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise;
Then to com in spight of sorrow,
And at my window bid good morrow,
Through the Sweet-Briar, or the Vine,
Or the twisted Eglantine.
While the Cock with lively din,
Scatters the rear of darknes thin,
And to the stack, or the Barn dore,
Stoutly struts his Dames before,
Oft list’ning how the Hounds and horn,
Chearly rouse the slumbring morn,
From the side of som Hoar Hill,
Through the high wood echoing shrill.
John Milton, “L’Allegro”
Handel, “ Mirth, admit me of thy crew!” (Air), L’Allegro, il Penseroso ed il Moderato
— posted by Roger W. Smith
August 2025
Word document with Russian and English translation above.
I wish to thank Yuri Doykov for alerting me to this poem.
— posted by Roger W. Smith
July 2024

Posted here (Word document above) are excerpts from Georg Eliot’s essay:
“Worldliness and Other-Worldliness: The Poet Young.”
Westminster Review, LXVII (January 1857)
— posted by Roger W. Smith
July 2024


Mr Casaubon and Dorthea’s letters
The Word document posted here (above) is an excerpt from Chapter V of George Eliot’s Middlemarch, in which there is an exchange of letters between Rev, Edward Casaubon and Dorothea Brooke. Mr. Casaubon has decided to propose to Dorothea.
Mr. Casaubon’s letter is a great example of over intellectualizing the emotions (such as I myself used to do sometimes in my youth; reading about the life of distant others can help one to better understand oneself), and of verbosity. So that would could be said plainly becomes encumbered in exposition.
Note how Dorothea does just the opposite in her response, saying what needs to be said in just three sentences.
— posted by Roger W. Smith
June 2024
O. G. Hillard, ‘The Late Harry Melville’ – NY Times 10-6-1891
See attached PDF:
O. G. Hillard
“The Late Harry [sic} Melville”
The New York Times
October 6 1891
— posted by Roger W. Smith
December 2023
James T. Farell, ‘Twain’s Huckleberry Finn’ – NYTBR 12-12-1943
Posted here (PDF above) is an article by James T. Farrell:
“Twain’s ‘Huckleberry Finn’ and the Era He Lived In”
The New York Times Book Review
December 12, 1943
I have been an admirer of Farrell ever since I read Studs Lonigan. (I can thank my wife for calling my attention to it.) Farrell’s novel of boyhood recalls Twain and gave him insight into Huckleberry Finn.
There is an unforgettable passage in Chapter XXXI of Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, in which Tom wrestles with his scruples, his conscience. He knows he should do “the right thing” and turn Jim, the runaway slave, in, but he just can’t bring himself to do it:
“[I] got to thinking over our trip down the river; and I see Jim before me all the time: in the day and in the night-time, sometimes moonlight, sometimes storms, and we a-floating along, talking and singing and laughing. But somehow I couldn’t seem to strike no places to harden me against him, but only the other kind. I’d see him standing my watch on top of his’n, ‘stead of calling me, so I could go on sleeping; and see him how glad he was when I come back out of the fog; and when I come to him again in the swamp, up there where the feud was; and such-like times; and would always call me honey, and pet me and do everything he could think of for me, and how good he always was; and at last I struck the time I saved him by telling the men we had small-pox aboard, and he was so grateful, and said I was the best friend old Jim ever had in the world, and the only one he’s got now. …
I can’t resist saying: what a great passage!
— posted by Roger W. Smith
August 2023



“Spring” by William Kent; engraved by Nicolas Henri Tardieu for the quarto editiin of James Thomson’s “The Seasons” (1730)
Samuel Johnson, ‘Thomson’ Thomson, ‘Spring’ (excerpts)
See Word document above.
As a writer, he is entitled to one praise of the highest kind: his mode of thinking and of expressing his thoughts is original. … His numbers, his pauses, his diction, are of his own growth, without transcription, without imitation. He thinks in a peculiar train, and he thinks always as a man of genius; he looks round on Nature and on Life with the eye which Nature bestows only on a poet; the eye that distinguishes in everything presented to its view whatever there is on which imagination can delight to be detained, and with a mind that at once comprehends the vast and attends to the minute. The reader of the “Seasons” wonders that he never saw before what Thomson shows him, and that he never yet has felt what Thomson impresses., … . His descriptions of extended scenes and general effects bring before us the whole magnificence of Nature, whether pleasing or dreadful. The gaiety of Spring, the splendour of Summer, the tranquillity of Autumn, and the horror of Winter, take in their turns possession of the mind. The poet leads us through the appearances of things as they are successively varied by the vicissitudes of the year, and imparts to us so much of his own enthusiasm that our thoughts expand with his imagery and kindle with his sentiments. … His diction is in the highest degree florid and luxuriant, such as may be said to be to his images and thoughts “both their lustre and their shade;” such as invests them with splendour. …
— Samuel Johnson, “Thomson,” The Lives of the Poets
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I wrote the following note (scribbled hastily in a pub in Manhattan where I was reading Thomson’s The Seasons) to myself last week while immersed in Thomson’s “Spring”:
One might be inclined to say
when it comes to nature
the seasons
it’s all platitudes
Thomson shows this is not the case
His inspiring paean to spring and the seasons
is based upon minute observation and acutely felt experience
I myself have never forgotten the splendid fall in Massachusetts when I was fourteen years old, The warm sun, the crisp air, the colors, the foliage. It was nature at its most glorious. In a particular time and place.
Thomson’s poem (which provided the basis for the libretto of Haydn’s The Seasons) was based on minute, loving observation – rendered in beautiful verse.
I have italicized some of my favorite passages.
— posted by Roger W. Smith
April 2023
Introduction to Thomson, ‘The Seasons’
Posted here (PDF above):
Introduction to James Thomson, The Seasons
by James Sambrook
Oxford University Press, 1972
I became acquainted with The Seasons because it was used as the libretto for Haydn’s oratorio The Seasons. James Sambrook’s introduction is concise, lucid, and well worth reading.
— posted by Roger W. Smith
April 2023
