NAture hath not more remarkably distinguished us from the other animals by an erect posture, than by a capacious and aspiring mind, inclining us to every thing great and elevated. The ocean, the sky, or any large object, seizes the attention, and makes a strong impression The elevation of an object affects us not less than its magnitude. A high place is chosen for the statue of a deity or hero. In some objects, greatness and elevation concur to make a complicated impression. The Alps and the pike of Teneriff are proper examples; with the following difference, that in the former greatness seems to prevail, elevation in the latter. The emotions raised by great and by elevated objects, are clearly distinguishable, not only in the internal feeling, but even in their external expressions. A great object dilates the breast, and makes the spectator endeavour to enlarge his bulk. This is remarkable in persons, who, neglecting delicacy in behaviour, give way to nature without reserve. In describing a great object, they naturally expand themselves by drawing in air with all their force. An elevated object produces a different expression. It makes the spectator stretch upward and stand a tiptoe. Whether magnitude singly in an object of sight, have the effect to produce an emotion distinguishable from the beauty or deformity of that object; or whether it be only a circumstance modifying the beauty or deformity, is an intricate question. If magnitude produce an emotion of its own distinguishable from others, this emotion must either be pleasant or painful. But this seems to be contradicted by experience; for magnitude, as it would appear, contributes in some instances to beauty, in some to deformity. A hill, for instance, is agreeable, and a great mountain still more so. But an ugly monster, the larger, the more horrid. Greatness in an enemy, great power, great courage, serve but to augment our terror. Hath not I am notwithstanding satisfied, that grandeur is an emotion, not only distinct from all others, but in every circumstance pleasant. These propositions must be examined separately. I begin with the former, and shall endeavour to prove, that magnitude produceth a peculiar emotion distinguishable from all others. Magnitude is undoubtedly a real property of bodies, not less than figure, and more than colour. Figure and colour, even in the same body, produce separate emotions, which are never misapprehended one for the other. Why should not magnitude produce an emotion different from both? That it has this effect, will be evident from a plain experiment of two bodies, one great and one little, which produce different emotions, though they be precisely the same as to figure and colour. There is indeed an obscurity in this matter, occasioned by the following circumstance, that the grandeur and beauty of the Next, that grandeur is an emotion in every circumstance pleasant, appears from the following considerations. Magnitude or greatness, abstracted from all other circumstances, swells the heart and dilates the mind. We feel this to be a pleasant effect; and we feel no such effect in contracting the mind upon little objects. This may be illustrated by considering grandeur in an enemy. Beauty is an agreeable quality, whether in a friend or enemy; and when the emotion it raiseth is mixed with resentment against an enemy, it must have the effect to moderate our resentment. In the same manner, grandeur in an enemy, un The magnitude of an ugly object, serves, it is true, to augment our horror or aversion. But this proceeds not from magnitude separately considered. It proceeds from the following circumstance, that in a large object a great quantity of ugly parts are presented to view. The same chain of reasoning is so obviously applicable to sublimity, that it would be losing time to show the application. Grandeur therefore and sublimity shall hereafter be considered both of them as pleasant emotions. The pleasant emotion raised by large objects, has not escaped the poets: Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs. Julius CÆsar, act I. sc. 3. Cleopatra. I dreamt there was an Emp’ror Antony; Oh such another sleep, that I might see But such another man! His face was as the heav’ns: and therein stuck A sun and moon, which kept their course and lighted The little O o’ th’ earth. His legs bestrid the ocean, his rear’d arm Crested the world. Antony and Cleopatra, act 5. sc. 3. —————— Majesty Dies not alone, but, like a gulf, doth draw What’s near it with it. It’s a massy wheel Fixt on the summit of the highest mount; To whose huge spokes, ten thousand lesser things Are mortis’d and adjoin’d; which when it falls, Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boist’rous ruin. Hamlet, act 3. sc. 8. The poets have also made good use of Quod si me lyricis varibus inferes, Sublimi feriam sidera vertice. Horace, Carm. l. 1. ode 1. Oh thou! the earthly author of my blood, Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up, To reach at victory above my head. Richard II. act 1. sc. 4. Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne. Richard II. act 5. sc. 2. Anthony. Why was I rais’d the meteor of the world, Hung in the skies and blazing as I travell’d, Till all my fires were spent; and then cast downward To be trod out by CÆsar? Dryden, All for love, act 1. Though the quality of magnitude produceth a pleasant emotion, we must not conclude that the opposite quality of littleness produceth a painful emotion. It would be The difference betwixt great and little with respect to agreeableness, is remarkably felt in a series when we pass gradually from the one extreme to the other. A mental progress from the capital to the kingdom, from that to Europe—to the whole earth—to the planetary system—to the universe, is extremely pleasant: the heart swells and —————— How fearful And dizzy ’tis, to cast one’s eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway-air, Shew scarce so gross as beetles. Half-way down Hangs one, that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head. The fishermen that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon tall anchoring bark Diminish’d to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge, That on th’ unnumber’d idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high. I’ll look no more, Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong. King Lear, act 4. sc. 6. An observation is made above, that the emotions of grandeur and sublimity are nearly allied. Hence it is, that the one term is frequently put for the other. I give an example. An increasing series of numbers produceth an emotion similar to that of mounting upward, and for that reason is commonly termed an ascending series. A series of numbers gradually decreasing, produceth an emotion similar to that of going downward, and for that reason is common The foregoing observation leads us naturally to consider grandeur and sublimity in a figurative sense, and as applicable to the fine arts. Hitherto I have considered these terms in their proper meaning, as applicable to objects of sight only: and I thought it of importance, to bestow some pains upon that article; because, generally speaking, the figurative sense of a word is derived from its proper sense; which will be found to hold in the present subject. Beauty in its original signification, is confined to objects of sight. But as many other objects, intellectual as well as moral, raise emotions resembling that A grandam’s name is little less in love Than is the doting title of a mother: They are as children but one step below. Richard III. act 4. sc. 5. The notes of the gamut, proceeding regularly from the blunter or grosser sounds to those which are more acute and piercing, produce in the hearer a feeling somewhat similar to what is produced by mounting upward; and this gives occasion to the figurative expressions, a high note, a low note. Such is the resemblance in feeling betwixt real and figurative grandeur, that among the nations on the east coast of Afric, who are directed purely by nature, the K. Henry. This day is call’d the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tiptoe when this day is nam’d, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. Henry V. act 4. sc. 8. The resemblance in feeling betwixt real and figurative grandeur, is humorously illustrated by Addison in criticising upon the English tragedy. “The ordinary me A gradual progress from small to great, is not less remarkable in figurative than in real grandeur or elevation. Every one must have observed the delightful effect of a number of thoughts or sentiments, artfully In order to have a just conception of grandeur and sublimity, it is necessary to be observed, that within certain limits they produce their strongest effects, which lessen by excess as well as by defect. This is remarkable in grandeur and sublimity taken in their proper sense. The strongest emotion of grandeur is raised by an object that can be taken in at one view. An object so immense as not to be comprehended but in parts, tends rather to distract than satisfy the mind On the other hand, objects of sight that are not remarkably great or high, scarce raise any emotion of grandeur or sublimity; and the same holds in other objects. The mind is often roused and animated without being carried to the height of grandeur or sublimity. This difference may be discerned in many sorts of music, as well as in some musical instruments. A kettledrum rouses, and a hautboy is animating; but neither of them inspire an emotion of sublimity. Revenge animates the mind in a considerable Wo to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, (Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue), A curse shall light upon the kind of men; Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter’d by the hands of war, All pity choak’d with custom of fell deeds. And CÆsar’s spirit, ranging for revenge, With AtÈ by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch’s voice, Cry Havock, and let slip the dogs of war. Julius CÆsar, act 3. sc. 4. When the sublime is carried to its due height and circumscribed within proper bounds, it inchants the mind and raises the most delightful of all emotions. The reader, ingrossed by a sublime object, feels himself raised as it were to a higher rank. When such is the case, it is not wonderful that the history of conquerors and heroes should be universally the favourite entertainment. And this fairly accounts for what I once erroneously suspected to be a wrong bias originally in human nature. The grossest acts of oppression and injustice, scarce blemish the character of a great conqueror. We notwithstanding warmly espouse his interest, accompany him in his exploits, and are anxious for his success. The splendor and enthusiasm of the hero transfused into the readers, elevate their minds far above the rules of justice, and render them in a great measure insensible of the wrong that is done: For in those days might only shall be admir’d And valour and heroic virtue call’d; To overcome in battle, and subdue Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite Of human glory, and for glory done Of triumph, to be styl’d great conquerors, Patrons of mankind, gods, and sons of gods. Destroyers rightlier called, and plagues of men. Thus fame shall be atchiev’d, renown on earth, And what most merits fame in silence hid. Milton, b. 11. The attachment we have to things grand or lofty may be thought to proceed from an unwearied inclination we have to be exalted. No desire is more universal than to be respected and honoured. Upon that account chiefly, are we ambitious of power, riches, titles, fame, which would suddenly lose their relish, did they not raise us above others, and command submission and deference The irregular influence of grandeur, reaches also to other matters. However good, honest, or useful, a man may be, he is not so much respected, as one of a more elevated character is, though of less integrity; nor do the misfortunes of the former affect us so much as those of the latter. I add, because it cannot be disguised, that the remorse which attends breach What I have said suggests a capital rule for reaching the sublime in such works of art as are susceptible of it; and that is, to put in view those parts or circumstances only which make the greatest figure, keeping out of sight every thing that is low or trivial. Such judicious selection of capital circumstances, is by an eminent critic styled grandeur of manner Longinus exemplifies the foregoing rule by a comparison of two passages Ye pow’rs, what madness! how on ships so frail (Tremendous thought!) can thoughtless mortals sail? For stormy seas they quit the pleasing plain, Plant woods in waves and dwell amidst the main. Far o’er the deep (a trackless path) they go, And wander oceans in pursuit of wo. No ease their hearts, no rest their eyes can find, On heaven their looks, and on the waves their mind. And gods are wearied with their fruitless prayer. The other from Homer I shall give in Pope’s translation. Bursts as a wave that from the cloud impends, And swell’d with tempests on the ship descends. White are the decks with foam: the winds aloud Howl o’er the masts, and sing through every shrowd. Pale, trembling, tir’d, the sailors freeze with fears, And instant death on every wave appears. In the latter passage, the most striking circumstances are selected to fill the mind with the grand and terrible. The former is a collection of minute and low circumstances, which scatter the thought and make no impression. The passage at the same time is full of verbal antitheses and low conceit, extremely improper in a scene of distress. But this last observation is made occasionally only, as it belongs not to the present subject. The following passage from the twenty-first book of the Odyssey, deviates widely Now gently winding up the fair ascent, By many an easy step, the matron went: Then o’er the pavement glides with grace divine, (With polish’d oak the level pavements shine); The folding gates a dazling light display’d, With pomp of various architrave o’erlay’d. The bolt, obedient to the silken string, Forsakes the staple as she pulls the ring; The wards respondent to the key turn round; The bars fall back; the flying valves resound. Loud as a bull makes hill and valley ring; So roar’d the lock when it releas’d the spring. She moves majestic through the wealthy room Where treasur’d garments cast a rich perfume; There from the column where aloft it hung, Reach’d, in its splendid case, the bow unstrung. Virgil sometimes errs against this rule. In the following passages minute circumstances are brought into full view; and what is still worse, they are described in all The speech of Clytemnestra, descending from her chariot in the Iphigenia of Euripides, beginning of act 3. is stuffed with a number of low, common, and trivial circumstances. But of all writers Lucan in this article is the most injudicious. The sea-fight betwixt the Romans and Massilians To these I venture to oppose a passage from an old historical ballad: This rule is also applicable to other fine arts. In painting it is established, that the principal figure must be put in the strongest light; that the beauty of attitude consists in placing the nobler parts most in view, and in suppressing the smaller parts as much as possible; that the folds of the drapery must be few and large; that foreshortenings are bad, because they make the parts ap Another rule chiefly regards the sublime, though it may be applied to every literary performance intended for amusement; and that is, to avoid as much as possible abstract and general terms. Such terms, perfectly well fitted for reasoning and for conveying instruction, serve but imperfectly the ends of poetry. They stand upon the same footing with mathematical signs, contrived to express our thoughts in a concise manner. But images, which are the life of poetry, cannot be raised in any perfection, otherwise than by introducing particular objects. General terms, that comprehend a number of individuals, must be excepted from this rule. Our kindred, our clan, our country, What I have further to say upon this subject, shall be comprehended in a few observations. A man is capable of being raised so much above his ordinary pitch by an emotion of grandeur, that it is extremely difficult by a single thought or expression to produce that emotion in perfection. The rise must be gradual and the result of reiterated impressions. The effect of a single expression can be but momentary; and if one feel suddenly somewhat like a swelling or exaltation of mind, the emotion vanisheth as soon as felt. Single expressions, I know, are often justly cited as examples of the sublime. But then their effect is nothing compared with a grand subject displayed in its capital parts. I shall give a few examples, that the reader may judge for himself. In the famous action of ThermopylÆ, where Leonidas the Spartan King with his chosen band fighting for their Somerset. Ah! Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as we are, We might recover all our loss again. The Queen from France hath brought a puissant power, Ev’n now we heard the news. Ah! couldst thou fly! Warwick. Why, then I would not fly. Third part, Henry VI. act 5. sc. 3. Such a sentiment from a man expiring of his wounds, is truly heroic, and must elevate the mind to the greatest height that can be done by a single expression. It will not In opposition to these examples, to cite many a sublime passage, enriched with the finest images, and dressed in the most nervous expressions, would scarce be fair. I shall produce but one instance from Shakespear, which sets a few objects before the eye, without much pomp of language. It works its effect, by representing these objects in a climax, raising the mind higher and higher till it feel the emotion of grandeur in perfection. The cloud-capt tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea all which it inherit, shall dissolve, &c. The cloud-capt tow’rs produce an elevating emotion, heightened by the gorgeous palaces. And the mind is carried still higher and higher by the images that follow. Successive images, making thus stronger and stronger impressions, must elevate more than any single image can do. I proceed to another observation. In the chapter of beauty it is remarked, that regularity is required in small figures, and order in small groups; but that in advancing gradually from small to great, regularity and order are less and less required. This remark serves to explain the extreme delight we have in viewing the face of nature, when sufficiently enriched and diversified by objects. The bulk of the objects seen in a natural landscape are beautiful, and some of them grand. A flowing river, a spreading oak, a round hill, an extended plain, are delightful; and even a rugged rock or barren heath, though in themselves disagreeable, contribute by contrast to the beauty of the whole. Joining to these, the verdure of the fields, the mixture of light and shade, and the sublime canopy spread over all; it will not appear wonderful, that so extensive a group of glorious objects should swell the heart to its utmost bounds, and raise the strongest emotion of grandeur. The spectator is conscious of an enthusiasm, which cannot bear confinement nor the strictness of regularity and order. He loves The same observation is applicable in some measure to works of art. In a small building the slightest irregularity is disagreeable. In a magnificent palace or a large Gothic church, irregularities are less regarded. In an epic poem we pardon many negligences, which would be intolerable in a sonnet or epigram. Notwithstanding such exceptions, it may be justly laid down for a rule, That in all works of art, order and regularity ought to be governing principles. And hence the observation of Longinus I shall add but one other observation, The cloud-capt tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And like the baseless fabric of a vision Leave not a rack behind—— Tempest, act 4. sc. 4. The elevation of the mind in the former part of this beautiful passage, makes the fall great in proportion when the most humbling of all images is introduced, that of an utter dissolution of the earth and its inhabitants. A sentiment makes not the same impression in a cool state, that it does when the mind is warmed; and a depressing or melancholy sentiment makes the strongest impression, when it brings down the mind from its highest state of elevation or chearfulness. This indirect effect of elevation to sink the mind, is sometimes produced without the intervention of any humbling image. There was occasion above to remark, that in describing superior beings, the reader’s imagination, unable to support itself in a strained elevation, falls often as from a height, and sinks even below its ordinary tone. The following instance comes luckily in view; for a better illustration cannot be given: “God said, Let there be light, and there was light.” Longinus cites this passage from Moses as a shining example of the sublime; and it is scarce possible in fewer words, to convey so clear an image of the infinite power of the Deity. But then it belongs to the present subject to remark, that the emotion of sublimity raised by this image is but momentary; and that the mind, unable to support itself in an elevation so much above nature, immediately sinks down into humility and veneration for a being so far exalted above us groveling mortals. Every one is acquainted with a dispute about this passage betwixt The straining an elevated subject beyond Sejanus.———— Great and high The world knows only two, that’s Rome and I. My roof receives me not; ’tis air I tread, Knock out a star in heav’n. Sejanus, Ben Johnson, act 5. A writer who has no natural elevation of genius, is extremely apt to deviate into bombast. He strains above his genius; and the violent effort he makes carries him generally beyond the bounds of propriety. Boileau expresses this happily: L’autre À peur de ramper, il se perd dans la nue The same author Ben Johnson abounds in the bombast: —————— The mother, Th’expulsed Apicata, finds them there; Whom when she saw lie spread on the degrees, After a world of fury on herself, Tearing her hair, defacing of her face, Beating her breasts and womb, kneeling amaz’d. Crying to heav’n, then to them; at last Her drowned voice got up above her woes: And with such black and bitter execrations, (As might affright the gods, and force the sun Run backward to the east; nay, make the old Them, us, and all the world) she fills the air, Upbraids the heavens with their partial dooms, Defies their tyrannous powers, and demands What she and those poor innocents have transgress’d, That they must suffer such a share in vengeance. Sejanus, act 5. sc. last. —————— Lentulus, the man, If all our fire were out, would fetch down new, Out of the hand of Jove; and rivet him To Caucasus, should he but frown; and let His own gaunt eagle fly at him to tire. Catiline, act 3. Can these, or such, be any aids to us? Look they as they were built to shake the world, Or be a moment to our enterprise? A thousand, such as they are, could not make One atom of our souls. They should be men Worth heaven’s fear, that looking up, but thus, Would make Jove stand upon his guard, and draw Himself within his thunder; which, amaz’d, He should discharge in vain, and they unhurt. Or, if they were, like Capaneus at Thebes, They should hang dead upon the highest spires, And ask the second bolt to be thrown down. Why Lentulus talk you so long? This time T’ have quench’d the sun and moon, and made the world Despair of day, or any light but ours. Catiline, act 4. This is the language of a madman: Guilford. Give way, and let the gushing torrent come, Behold the tears we bring to swell the deluge, Till the flood rise upon the guilty world And make the ruin common. Lady Jane Gray, act 4. near the end. Another species of false sublime, is still more faulty than bombast; and that is, to force an elevation by introducing imaginary beings without preserving any propriety in their actions; as if it were lawful to ascribe every extravagance and inconsistence to beings of the poet’s creation. No writers are more licentious in this article than Johnson and Dryden. Methinks I see Death and the furies waiting What we will do, and all the heaven at leisure For the great spectacle. Draw then your swords: The honour of the day, yet let us care To sell ourselves at such a price, as may Undo the world to buy us, and make Fate, While she tempts ours, to fear her own estate. Catiline, act 5. —————— The furies stood on hills Circling the place, and trembled to see men Do more than they: whilst Piety left the field, Griev’d for that side, that in so bad a cause They knew not what a crime their valour was. The Sun stood still, and was, behind the cloud The battle made, seen sweating to drive up His frighted horse, whom still the noise drove backward. Ibid. act. 5. Osmyn. While we indulge our common happiness, He is forgot by whom we all possess, The brave Almanzor, to whose arms we owe All that we did, and all that we shall do; Who like a tempest that outrides the wind, Made a just battle ere the bodies join’d. Abdalla. His victories we scarce could keep in view, Or polish ’em so fast as he rough drew. Abdemelech. Fate after him below with pain did move, And Victory could scarce keep pace above. Death did at length so many slain forget, And lost the tale, and took ’em by the great. Conquest of Granada, act. 2. at beginning. The gods of Rome fight for ye; loud Fame calls ye, Pitch’d on the topless Apenine, and blows To all the under world, all nations, The seas and unfrequented deserts, where the snow dwells, Wakens the ruin’d monuments, and there Where nothing but eternal death and sleep is, Informs again the dead bones. Beaumont and Fletcher, Bonduca, act. 3. sc. 3. I close with the following observation, That an actor upon the stage may be guilty of bombast as well as an author in his closet. A certain manner of acting, which is grand when supported by dignity in the sentiment and force in the expression, is ridiculous where the sentiment is mean, and the expression flat. |