... by this last passage is seen when he goes on to point out that each little village then had its little Byron, its self-tormenting scoffer at morality, its gloomy misanthropist in song, and that even Wordsworth , in some respects an antidote to Byron, was as yet a very unsafe model for imitation; and he farther points out how invariably those who have imitated him have fallen into tedious mannerisms. He en...