ABSTRACT
Upon the whole we have a most unfavourable opinion of the volumes before us; a few beauties indeed are scattered abroad through their pages; but, like violets, they lie very low, and are difficult of discovery. Mr. Wordsworth has ruined himself by his affectation of simplicity. Most good authors have been content to form themselves on the models of polished writers: Mr. Scott, in the present day, has chosen to copy the language of barbarous ages; but it was reserved for Mr. Wordsworth to imitate the lisp of children.
