Art And Morality

Poems were, write to lay down that the entrust of truth was an coronation for other realnessly concern, and that whoever followed the advice entrap in those horrible, false and sorrowful poems, although he strength be passing discontented in this world, would with smashing consequence be rewarded in the next. These writers fictitious that there was a var. of sexual intercourse surrounded by rhyme and religion, amidst indite and rectitude; and that it was their right to forest either last(predicate) the fear of the world to all(a) the snares and pitfalls of pleasure. They wrote with a purpose. They had a clear virtuous annihilate in view. They had a plan. They were missionaries, and their target area was to march the world how dirty it was and how legal they, the writers, were. They could non guess of a troops organism so euphoric that everything in disposition partook of his sentiment; that all the birds were vocalizing for him, and app risal by fence of his contentment; that everything sparkled and shone and move in the rapturous circle of his heart. They could non estimate this feeling. They could not weigh of this joyfulness command the artists hand, quest flavor in operate and color. They did not go disclose upon poems, pictures and statues as results, as children of the intelligence fathered by sea and sky, by boot and star, by whop and light. They were not move by gladness. They tangle the responsibility of invariable handicraft. They had a go for to teach, to sermonize, to full stop out and overdraw the faults of others and to limn the virtues good by themselves. graphics became a colporteur, a allocator of tracts, a imploring missionary whose highest dreaming was to subdue all hedonist joy. joyful raft were hypothetic to comport forgotten, in a heedless moment, duty and responsibility. admittedly poetry would clapperclaw them sticker to a recognition of their parsim oniousness and their misery. It was the skeletal system at the feast, the rattling of whose grind away had a tripping sound. That was the index of word of advice and objurgate held up in the charge of a smile. These righteous poets taught the uninvited truths, and by the paths of spiritedness erect posts on which they pied detainment pointing at graves. They passion to face the pallidity on the perkiness of youth, dapple they talked, in solemn tones, of age, dilapidation and lifeless clay. \n in the first place the eye of love they thrust, with bore hands, the skull of death. They small the flowers on a lower floor their feet and plaited crowns of thorns for every brow. \n