He is harmony, sweet and bold, throughout.

Not Philip Sidney, not George Herbert loved words and their melodies more than he; while in their use he is more serious than either, and harder to please, uttering a music they have rarely approached.

Yet even when speaking with "most miraculous organ," with a grandeur never heard till then, he overflows in speech more like that of other men than theirs--he utters himself more simply, straightforwardly, dignifiedly, than they.

His modes are larger and more human, more near to the forms of primary thought.

Faithful and obedient to his art, he spends his power in no diversions.