ABSTRACT
I am much struck with the beauty of some passages, which are extracted in the Review from Wordsworth’s new poem, they ought to have softened the barbarity of the critic. The plan of the poem is radically against all propriety and good taste, and his obscure inelegant Platonism must be wearisome; but the last few pages of the Review contain about half a dozen passages, that ought to shelter a multitude of faults. – It is odd enough, however, that a much more favourable impression of this work is to be had, from the Edinburgh sentence of execution with all its savage texture, than from the Quarterly studied panegyric of the Excursion.
