'Fierce revolutions rush in WILD-ORBED haste.'
In the 'Mechanic,' the following very intelligible direction is
given to the architect:
'In the first Builder's gracious spirit work,
Through, hall, through enginery, and TEMPLES MEEK,
IN GRANDEUR TOWERED, OR LAPSING BEAUTY-SLEEK,
Let order and creative fitness shine.'
In the 'Merchant,' the poet affirms:
'Undimmed the man should through the trader shine.
And show the soul UNBABIED by his craft.'
This can only mean, that the soul of the trader ought not to be
supplied with babies by his craft.
The 'Sculptor' ends with this prediction:
'And up shall spring through all the BROAD-SET land,
The FAIR WHITE PEOPLE of thy love unnumbered.'
In the 'Journalist,' we find the following _directions to the
printer_:
'Hell not the quiet of a Chosen Land,
Thou grimy man over thine engine bending.'
_Hell_, as a common noun, is a sufficiently uncomfortable idea;
but when converted into an active verb, it becomes positively
alarming.