Volume Iv Part 1 (2/2)
Burns, too, doubtless derived much from previous poets. This is a common case, as we have before hinted, with even the most original. Had not Shakspeare and Milton been ”celestial thieves,” their writings would have been far less rich and brilliant than they are; although, had they not possessed true originality, they would not have taken their present lofty position in the world of letters. So, to say that Burns was much indebted to his predecessors, and that he often imitated Ramsay and Fergusson, and borrowed liberally from the old ballads, is by no means to derogate from his genius. If he took, he gave with interest. The most commonplace songs, after they had, as he said, ”got a brus.h.i.+ng” from his hands, a.s.sumed a totally different aspect. Each ballad was merely a piece of canvas, on which he inscribed his inimitable paintings.
Sometimes even by a single word he proclaimed the presence of the master-poet, and by a single stroke exalted a daub into a picture. His imitations of Ramsay and Fergusson far surpa.s.s the originals, and remind you of Landseer's dogs, which seem better than the models from which he drew. When a king accepts a fas.h.i.+on from a subject, he glorifies it, and renders it the rage. It was in this royal style that Burns treated the inferior writers who had gone before him; and although he highly admired and warmly praised them, he must have felt a secret sense of his own vast superiority.
We come now shortly to speak of the influence he has exerted on Scottish poetry. This was manifold. In the first place, a number were encouraged by his success to collect and publish their poems, although few of them possessed much merit; and he complained that some were a wretched ”sp.a.w.n” of mediocrity, which the suns.h.i.+ne of his fame had warmed and brought forth prematurely. Lapraik, for instance, was induced by the praise of Burns to print an edition of his poems, which turned out a total failure. There was only one good piece in it all, and _that_ was pilfered from an old magazine. Secondly, Burns exerted an inspiring influence on some men of real genius, who, we verily believe, would, but for Burns, have never written, or, at least, written so well--such as Alexander Wilson, Tannahill, Macneil, Hogg, and the numerous members of the ”Whistle-Binkie” school. In all these writers we trace the influence of the large ”lingering star” of the genius of Burns. ”Wattie and Meg,”
by Wilson, when it first appeared anonymously, was attributed to Burns.
Tannahill is, in much of his poetry, an echo of Burns, although in song-writing he is a real original. Macneil was roused by Burns' praises of whisky to give a _per contra_, in his ”Scotland's Scaith; or, the History of Will and Jean.” And although the most of Hogg's poetry is entirely original, we find the influence of Burns distinctly marked in some of his songs--such as the ”Kye come Hame.”
But there is a wider and more important light in which to regard the influence of our great national Bard. He first fully revealed the interest and the beauty which lie in the simpler forms of Scottish scenery, he darted light upon the peculiarities of Scottish manners, and he opened the warm heart of his native land. Scotland, previous to Burns' poetry, was a spring shut up and a fountain sealed.
”She lay like some unkenned-of isle Ayont New Holland.”
The glories of her lakes, her glens, her streams, her mountains, the hardy courage, the burning patriotism, the trusty attachments, the loves, the games, the superst.i.tions, and the devotion of her inhabitants, were all unknown and unsuspected as themes for song till Burns took them up, and less added glory than shewed the glory that was in them, and shewed also that they opened up a field nearly inexhaustible. Writers of a very high order were thus attracted to Scotland, not merely as their native country, but as a theme for poetry; and, while disdaining to imitate Burns' poetry slavishly, and some of them not writing in verse at all, they found in Scottish subjects ample scope for the exercise of their genius; and in some measure to his influence we may attribute the fictions of Mrs Hamilton and Miss Ferrier, Scott's poems and novels, Galt's, Lockhart's, Wilson's, Delta's, and Aird's tales and poetry, and much of the poetry of Campbell, who, although he never writes in Scotch, has embalmed, in his ”Lochiel's Warning,” ”Glenara,” ”Lord Ullin's Daughter,” some interesting subjects connected with Scotland, and has, in ”Gertrude of Wyoming,” and in the ”Pilgrim of Glencoe,” made striking allusions to Scottish scenery. That the progress of civilisation, apart from Burns, would have ultimately directed the attention of cultivated men to a country so peculiar and poetical as Scotland cannot be doubted; but the rise of Burns hastened the result, as being itself a main element in propelling civilisation and diffusing genuine taste. His dazzling success, too, excited emulation in the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of our men of genius, as well as tended to exalt in their eyes a country which had produced such a stalwart and gifted son. We may, indeed, apply to the feeling of pride which animates Scotchmen, and particularly Scotchmen in other lands, at the thought of Burns being their countryman, the famous lines of Dryden--
”Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Each to congratulate his friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pa.s.s'd.”
The poor man, says Wilson, as he speaks of Burns, always holds up his head and regards you with an elated look. Scotland has become more venerable, more beautiful, more glorious in the eyes of her children, and a fitter theme for poetry, since the feet of Burns rested on her fields, and since his ardent eyes glowed with enthusiasm as he saw her scenery, and as he sung her praise; while to many in foreign parts she is chiefly interesting as being (what a portion of her has long been called) the Land of Burns.
The real successors of Burns, it is thus manifest, were not Tannahill or Macneil, but Sir Walter Scott, Campbell, Aird, Delta, Galt, Allan Cunningham, and Professor Wilson. To all of these, Burns, along with Nature, united in teaching the lessons of simplicity, of brawny strength, of clear common sense, and of the propriety of staying at home instead of gadding abroad in search of inspiration. All of these have been, like Burns, more or less intensely Scottish in their subjects and in their spirit.
That Burns' errors as a man have exerted a pernicious influence on many since, is, we fear, undeniable. He had been taught, by the lives of the ”wits,” to consider aberration, eccentricity, and ”devil-may-careism” as prime badges of genius, and he proceeded accordingly to astonish the natives, many of whom, in their turn, set themselves to copy his faults.
But when we subtract some half-dozen pieces, either coa.r.s.e in language or equivocal in purpose, the influence of his poetry may be considered good. (We of course say nothing here of the volume called the ”Merry Muses,” still extant to disgrace his memory.) It is doubtful if his ”Willie brew'd a peck o' Maut” ever made a drunkard, but it is certain that his ”Cottar's Sat.u.r.day Night” has converted sinners, edified the G.o.dly, and made some erect family altars. It has been worth a thousand homilies. And, taking his songs as a whole, they have done much to stir the flames of pure love, of patriotism, of genuine sentiment, and of a taste for the beauties of nature. And it is remarkable that all his followers and imitators have, almost without exception, avoided his faults while emulating his beauties; and there is not a sentence in Scott, or Campbell, or Aird, or Delta, and not many in Wilson or Galt, that can be charged with indelicacy, or even coa.r.s.eness. So that, on the whole, we may a.s.sert that, whatever evil he did by the example of his life, he has done very little--but, on the contrary, much good, both artistically and morally, by the influence of his poetry.
CONTENTS.
PAGE HENRY SCOTT RIDDELL, 1 The wild glen sae green, 49 Scotia's thistle, 50 The land of gallant hearts, 51 The yellow locks o' Charlie, 52 We 'll meet yet again, 53 Our ain native land, 54 The Grecian war-song, 56 Flora's lament, 57 When the glen all is still, 58 Scotland yet, 58 The minstrel's grave, 60 My own land and loved one, 61 The bower of the wild, 62 The crook and plaid, 63 The minstrel's bower, 65 When the star of the morning, 66 Though all fair was that bosom, 67 Would that I were where wild-woods wave, 68 O tell me what sound, 69 Our Mary, 70
MRS MARGARET M. INGLIS, 73 Sweet bard of Ettrick's Glen, 75 Young Jamie, 76 Charlie's bonnet's down, laddie, 77 Heard ye the bagpipe? 78 Bruce's address, 79 Removed from vain fas.h.i.+on, 80 When shall we meet again? 81
JAMES KING, 83 The lake is at rest, 85 Life 's like the dew, 86
ISOBEL PAGAN, 88 Ca' the yowes to the knowes, 89
JOHN MITCh.e.l.l, 90 Beauty, 91 To the evening star, 92 O waft me to the fairy clime, 92 The love-sick maid, 93
ALEXANDER JAMIESON, 95 The maid who wove, 96 A sigh and a smile, 97
JOHN GOLDIE, 98 And can thy bosom, 100 Sweet 's the dew, 101
ROBERT POLLOK, 103 The African maid, 105
J. C. DENOVAN, 106 Oh! Dermot, dear loved one, 107
JOHN IMLAH, 108 Kathleen, 109 Hielan' heather, 110 Farewell to Scotland, 111 The rose of Seaton Vale, 112 Katherine and Donald, 113 Guid nicht, and joy be wi' you a', 114 The gathering, 115 Mary, 116 Oh! gin I were where Gadie rins, 117
JOHN TWEEDIE, 120 Saw ye my Annie? 121
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