The literary history, as I conceive it, is an account of one strand, so to speak, in a very complex tissue: it is connected with the intellectual and social development; it represents movements of thought which may sometimes check and be sometimes propitious to the existing forms of art; it is the utterance of a class which may represent, or fail to represent, the main national movement; it is affected more or less directly by all manner of religious, political, social, and economical changes; and it is dependent upon the occurrence of individual genius for which we cannot even profess to account. I propose to take the history of English literature in the eighteenth century. I do not aim at originality: I take for granted the ordinary critical judgments upon the great writers of whom so much has been said by judges certainly more competent than myself, and shall recall the same facts both of ordinary history and of the history of thought. What I hope is, that by bringing familiar facts together I may be able to bring out the nature of the connection between them; and, little as I can say that will be at all new, to illustrate one point of view, which, as I believe, it is desirable that literary histories should take into account more distinctly than they have generally done.

Priştineli Begzâde Nureddin, XVIII. yüzyıl şairlerindendir. Aslen Priştineli’dir, fakat ömrünün bir kısmını İstanbul’da geçirmiştir. Begzâde Nureddin’in hayatı ve eserleri hakkında devrinin edebî kaynaklarında pek fazla bilgi bulunmaz. Bu çalışmada Priştineli Begzâde Nureddin’in hayatı, tarihî kaynaklardan ve kendi eserlerinden yola çıkılarak aydınlatılmaya çalışılmıştır. Onun tespit edebildiğimiz kadarıyla, iki Dîvân’ı vardır. Bu iki eserden yola çıkarak, şairin samimi ve sade bir şiir dili olduğunu ve çoğunlukla âşıkâne şiirler kaleme aldığını söyleyebiliriz. Aşk, gurbet ve ayrılık onun en çok kullandığı temalardandır. Bunun yanı sıra, şairin hikemî şiirleri de bulunmaktadır. Bu çalışmada, öncelikle Priştineli Begzâde Nureddin’in hayatı, edebî kişiliği ve eserleri hakkında bilgi verilmiş, ardından ilk Dîvân’ındaki şiirler, Latin harflerine ve günümüz Türkçesine çevrilerek okuyucunun istifadesine sunulmuştur.

From times immemorial, literature has accumulated a large and varied store of all kinds of general ideas and conceptions, material and metaphysical, to which the masters have recourse the moment the over-exacting and over-restless human voice begins to be heard. This is exactly the point. Tchekhov himself, a writer and an educated man, refused in advance every possible consolation, material or metaphysical. Not even in Tolstoi, who set no great store by philosophical systems, will you find such keenly expressed disgust for every kind of conceptions and ideas as in Tchekhov. He is well aware that conceptions ought to be esteemed and respected, and he reckons his inability to bend the knee before that which educated people consider holy as a defect against which he must struggle with all his strength. And he does struggle with all his strength against this defect. But not only is the struggle unavailing; the longer Tchekhov lives, the weaker grows the power of lofty words over him, in spite of his own reason and his conscious will. Finally, he frees himself entirely from ideas of every kind, and loses even the notion of connection between the happenings of life. Herein lies the most important and original characteristic of his creation. Anticipating a little, I would here point to his comedy, The Sea-Gull, where, in defiance of all literary principles, the basis of action appears to be not the logical development of passions, or the inevitable connection between cause and effect, but naked accident, ostentatiously nude. As one reads the play, it seems at times that one has before one a copy of a newspaper with an endless series of news paragraphs, heaped upon one another, without order and without previous plan. Sovereign accident reigns everywhere and in everything, this time boldly throwing the gauntlet to all conceptions. In this, I repeat, is Tchekhov’s greatest originality, and this, strangely enough, is the source of his most bitter experiences. He did not want to be original; he made super-human efforts to be like everybody else: but there is no escaping one’s destiny. How many men, above all among writers, wear their fingers to the bone in the effort to be unlike others, and yet they cannot shake themselves free of cliché—yet Tchekhov was original against his will! Evidently originality does not depend upon the readiness to proclaim revolutionary opinions at all costs. The newest and boldest idea may and often does appear tedious and vulgar. In order to become original, instead of inventing an idea, one must achieve a difficult and painful labour; and, since men avoid labour and suffering, the really new is for the most part born in man against his will.