...pictured upon my mind every tree of the forest and flower of the valley. I 20 observed with equal care the crags of the rock and the pinnacles of the palace....can be useless. Whatever is beautiful and whatever 25 is dreadful must be familiar to his imagination ; he *" must be conversant with all that is awfully...

...beautiful and whatever 25 is dreadful must be familiar to his imagination; he must hf* rnnvpTg^nt. with all that is awfully vast or elegantly little. The plants of the garden, tEeamTffals of~ttre'w6od, the minerals of the earth, and meteors of the sky, must all concur to store...

...pictured upon my mind every tree of the forest and flower of the valley. I observed with equal care the crags of the rock and th-e pinnacles of the palace....sometimes watched the changes of the summer clouds. T° a poet 10 nothing can be useless. Whatever is beautiful, and what/ever is dreadful, must be familiar...

...pictured upon my mind every tree of the forest and flower of the valley. I observed with equal care the crags of the rock and the pinnacles of the palace....with all that is awfully vast or elegantly little. But the knowledge of nature is only half the task of a poet : he must be acquainted likewise with all...

...pictured upon my mind every tree (^ of the forest and flower of the valley. I observed ' with equal care the crags of the rock and the pinnacles of the palace....sometimes watched the changes of the summer clouds. To a poet_nothing can be useless. Whatever is beautiful, and whatever is dreadful, must be familiar to his...

...observed with equal care the crags of the rock and the pinnacles of the palace. Sometimes I wandered along along the mazes of the rivulet, and sometimes watched...changes of the summer clouds. | To a poet nothing can bejseleas.l Whatever is beautiful, and whatever is dreadful, must be familiar to his imagination :...

...observed with equal care the crags of the rock and the pinnacles of the palace. Sometimes I wandered along along the mazes of the rivulet, and sometimes watched the changes of the summer clouds. Toa poet nothing^ can, , HQ jj^slpg^ Whatever ijsbeautiful, and whatever is dreadful^must 15e' jfejtiiliaf...

...pictured upon my mind every tree of the forest and flower of the valley. I observed with equal care the crags of the rock and the pinnacles of the palace. Sometimes I wandered along along the mazes of the rivulet, and sometimes watched the changes of the summer clouds. To a poet nothing...

...paradox, Imlac's dissertation on poetry states this fixation in the baldest possible terms. Imlac says, "To a poet nothing can be useless. Whatever is beautiful,...with all that is awfully vast or elegantly little" (42). This passage echoes Burke 's Enquiry, as do some comments that follow concerning the awful beauty...

...to engage its attention. 5 My second point is a gloss on the following sentence in Imlac's speech: "Whatever is beautiful, and whatever is dreadful,...with all that is awfully vast or elegantly little." When we meet the word beautiful here we expect it to be followed by some such word as ugly, the logical...