{1} That is to say, taken as the general animating spirit of the Fine
Arts.

{2} The Abbe Bareille was not, of course, responsible for Savonarola's
taste, only for thus endorsing it.

{3} We mean, of course, the hymn, "I rise from dreams of time."

{4} We are a little surprised at the fact, because so many Victorian
poets are, or have been, prose-writers as well. Now, according to our
theory, the practice of prose should maintain fresh and comprehensive a
poet's diction, should save him from falling into the hands of an
exclusive coterie of poetic words. It should react upon his metrical
vocabulary to its beneficial expansion, by taking him outside his
aristocratic circle of language, and keeping him in touch with the great
commonalty, the proletariat of speech. For it is with words as with men:
constant intermarriage within the limits of a patrician clan begets
effete refinement; and to reinvigorate the stock, its veins must be
replenished from hardy plebeian blood.

{5} Wordsworth's adaptation of it, however, is true. Men are not
"children of a larger growth," but the child _is_ father of the man,
since the parent is only partially reproduced in his offspring.

{6} _The Rhythm of Life_, by Alice Meynell.

{7} "And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig-tree
casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind" (Rev. vi,
13).