and wander about in the night world. Carter, like Ann Finch before her, picks up some of Milton's sensuous, appealing images and turns them to another use. The Night World becomes the good place, the good time. Folly, sin, and error are to be associated with the day. The "blaze of day" is too muchmore glaring than useful. Woman does not err, but becomes more truly wise and virtuous by the freedom given her (herself a "solitary bird") to commune with nature herself and divine wisdom in the shade and stillness.
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Divine Wisdom in Carter's piece is figured in pagan wise as a goddess, as Pallas Athena, but the tone and images surrounding this goddess subtly conflate her with Diana, the chaste goddess of the moon, a more feminine principle than Athenian Pallas. Pallas is, indeed, metamorphosed yet again into a kind of hearth goddess: "Thine are Retirement's silent joys, / And all the sweet, engaging tyes / Of still, domestic life." The hearth is not, however, a conventionalized hearththere are no references to husband, children, family, but merely to peace. It must be admitted that the poem is interesting rather for what it attempts than for what it achieves: it is a stiff little piece with effective moments that merit it a place in any anthology of "retirement poetry" of the eighteenth century. And there is a good deal of what may be called "retirement poetry"poetry that primarily emphasizes the ''Relief " from glaring day, from the wearing blaze of the social and the public life.
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Perhaps no taste produced more minor poems in the period than this taste for poems of retirement. One of the best known was The Choice (1700), by John Pomfret, a clergyman in Bedfordshire, who anticipated the taste of the age to come in his detailed, self-centered, and specifically materialistic view of the ideal life, as well as in his proclaimed taste for retreat from the hurly-burly. If heaven gave him a choice of "Method how to live," he would spend his hours in "blessed Ease and Satisfaction."
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| | Near some fair Town I'd have a private Seat, Built Uniform, not little, not too great: Better, if on a rising Ground it stood, Fields on this side, on that a Neighb'ring Wood. It shou'd within no other Things contain, But what are Useful, Necessary, Plain: Methinks, 'tis Nauseous, and I'd ne'er endure The needless Pomp of gawdy Furniture. (112)
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