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the ideal or spiritual are both actual. Neither is to be denied, and
Imagination and Poetry do their best work when they body forth
those glimpses of beauty and goodness which flash upon us through
the outer shell of Nature’s mechanism.
But
“Descending
From these imaginative heights,”
Those who have not given attention to the subject are apt to
imagine that the chief creators of mythological fables were the poets,
and especially Homer. They suppose that the early poets, by sheer
power of imagination, invented those stories to adorn their poems,
and so gave them currency among the people. It was not so. Even
Homer, the earliest poet whom we know, belonged to an era when
the myth-creating instinct was past its prime, and already on the
wane. The fables of the gods, their loves and their quarrels, as these
appear in his poems, there is no reason to suppose that he created
them or imagined them for the first time. It would rather seem that
they had been long current in popular belief, and that he only used
and gave expression to stories which he found ready-made. Here
and there in Homer you may still detect some traces of the
mythologizing tendency still lingering, and catch the primitive
physical meaning of the myth shining through the anthropomorphic
covering which it afterward assumed. Such glimpses we get in Zeus,
when he gathers the clouds in the sky, when he rouses himself to
snow upon men and manifests his feathery shafts, when he rains
continuously, when he bows the heavens and comes down upon the
peaks of Ida. Or again, when Poseidon, the earth-encompassing, the
earth-shaker, yokes his car at Hegeæ and drives full upon the Trojan
strand: I take the passage from Mr. Cordery’s translation of the Iliad:
—
I.
The first form I shall notice is the expression of that simple,
spontaneous, unreflecting pleasure which all unsophisticated beings
feel in free open-air life. We all know how children feel when they are
let loose to wander at will in green fields, or by a burn-side, or under
the budding woods when the primroses and anemones first appear.
The full-grown man, too, the man of business or letters, knows how
—when his nerves have been over-strung and his heart fretted by
worldly things—a day abroad under a blue sky, with a soft southwest
blowing, restores and harmonizes him. Old persons, we may have
observed, who have seen and suffered much, from whom the world
and its interests are receding: what a sense of peace and
refreshment comes over them as they gaze in quiet over a distant
landscape with the sunlight upon it!
This delight, which children, busy men, and weary age alike find in
out-of-door life, may be said to be merely physical, a thing of the
nerves and animal spirits. It is so, no doubt, but it is something more.
Along with pleasure to the senses, there enters in something more
ethereal, not the less real because it may be undefinable. This fresh
child-like delight in Nature has found expression abundantly in the
poets, especially in those of the early time. Chaucer, before all
others, is full of it. As one sample out of many, take this. In the
Prologue to “The Legend of Good Women,” he tells that he has such
love to the daisy that—
...
II.
The second method I shall mention is that of using Nature as a
background or setting to human action or emotion,—just as we see
Raphael and other old masters, in their pictures of a Holy Family,
bring in behind the human groups a far-off mountain line, with a
piece of blue sky or some streaks of sunset above it.
This is the way in which Nature is very frequently used by Homer
in the Iliad, and, especially, in the Odyssey. It is as a frame or setting
to his pictures of human action and character. And closely allied to
this is the way of illustrating the actions, the feelings, sometimes the
sufferings, of men, by striking similes taken from the most obvious
appearances of the outward world, or from the doing of wild
creatures in Nature. This is a use of Nature in which the Iliad of
Homer especially abounds, although all poets down to our own day
have freely employed it. In the Iliad there is little or no description of
the scenes in which the battles are fought. The features are hinted at
by single epithets, such as many-fountained Ida, windy Ilion, deep-
whirlpooled Scamander, and the presence of Nature you are made
to feel by images fetched straight from every element,—from the
clouds, the mountain-top, the woody crag, the forest, the sea
darkening under the western breeze, the midnight sky with the moon
and the stars shining in its depths.
But there is in the Iliad no dwelling on the features of the scenes
through which the heroes pass, such as you find in the Odyssey and
in the Æneid. In these last, more than in the Iliad, Nature is used as
the regular framework in which human actions are set. I cannot now
stay to quote passages. We shall in the sequel see how large a
place is filled, how much of Nature is let in upon the reader by
Homer in his similes, which are almost all taken from common
occurrences in Nature or from the working of man with Nature.
Sometimes, however, we are made to feel the presence of Nature by
other methods than that of simile. In the thick of the great battle in
the 11th Book of the Iliad, just before Agamemnon breaks forth in his
splendid charge, how the mind is relieved by this glance aside from
the heat and hurry of the battle to the cool and quiet of this woodland
scene:—
and then he presses on through the Trojan host, to slay, and slay,
and slay.
III.
Akin to this, and yet distinct from it, is the way of regarding Nature
through the light of the human and especially the historic events
which it has witnessed, and with which some particular spots have
become indelibly associated. This, which I may call the historic
coloring of Nature, has been, of course, the slow accretion of the
ages, and only in quite modern times is it a prominent feature in the
poets. The poets of Greece and Rome, proud as they were of the
deeds of their countrymen, do not seem to have visited their great
battle-fields nor to have hung on the scenery that surrounded them
with that romantic interest which modern poets do. Marathon,
Thermopylæ, Salamis, names of glory as they were, and often on
their lips, became to the Greek imagination names for deeds,
abstractions of national achievement, rather than actual localities to
be visited and gazed on for their own sakes and for the memories
they enshrined. It is an English, not a Greek, poet who seizes the
great features of the immortal plain, and sings—
The same, too, who, alluding to the great sea-fight, gives the
scenery also:—
Perhaps of all modern poets, Walter Scott is the one who has
looked on the earth most habitually as seen through the coloring with
which historic events and great historic names have invested it. It is
not only that he has in his romantic epics described the actual
features of the fields of Flodden and of Bannockburn with a
minuteness foreign to the genius of the ancients. He has done this.
But, besides, wherever he set his foot in his native land—not in a
battle-field alone, but by ruined keep or solitary moor, or rocky sea-
shore or western island—there rose before his eye the human forms
either of the heroic past or of the lowlier peasantry, and if no actual
record hung among them, his imagination supplied the want, and
peopled the places with characters appropriate, which shall remain
interwoven with the very features of the scenes while the name of
Scotland lasts.
IV.
Another way in which poets and others deal with Nature is when
the heart, under the stress of some strong emotion, colors all Nature
with its own hues, sees all things in sympathy with its own mood,
making