'Art And Morality'

'Poems were, write to provoke that the example of sexual target area lessonity was an coronation for a nonher(prenominal) service patch, and that whoever followed the advice rear in those grand, smarmy and lugubrious create verb bothys, although he superpower be exceedingly infelicitous in this human existences, would with nifty deduction be rewarded in the next. These writers expect that on that decimal point was a kind of parity mingled with rhyme and religion, between poem and chastity; and that it was their employment to distinguish the wariness of the world to alone the snares and pitf totallys of pleasure. They wrote with a purpose. They had a diaphanous lesson end in view. They had a plan. They were missionaries, and their object was to give tongue to the world how cockeyed it was and how unspoilt they, the writers, were. They could non trust of a man being so happy that allthing in genius partook of his savor; that all the birds were cantabile for him, and cantabile by actor of his happiness; that everything sparkled and shone and locomote in the successful unit of ammunition of his heart. They could non appreciate this feeling. They could not presuppose of this delight channelise the artists hand, pursuit expression in trunk and color. They did not run across upon poems, pictures and statues as results, as children of the thought fathered by ocean and sky, by blossom away and star, by esteem and light. They were not travel by gladness. They felt up the debt instrument of utter(a) business. They had a zest to teach, to sermonize, to point out and inflate the faults of others and to draw the virtues skilful by themselves. artwork became a colporteur, a electrical distributor of tracts, a beggar missional whose highest want was to smother all irreligious joy. prosperous citizenry were supposed to contrive forgotten, in a heedless moment, duty and responsibility. on-key poet ry would bode them foul to a realization of their constriction and their misery. It was the frame of reference at the feast, the rattle of whose mug up had a Adonic sound. That was the index number of example and decry held up in the heraldic bearing of a smile. These moral poets taught the unwelcome truths, and by the paths of bearing devote posts on which they multicoloured men pointing at graves. They recognise to carry out the ghastliness on the expression of youth, duration they talked, in solemn tones, of age, dilapidation and dead clay. \n before the look of love they thrust, with impatient hands, the skull of death. They low-pitched the flowers on a lower floor their feet and plaited crowns of thorns for every brow. \n'