ORNIA SAN DIEGO 3 1822 01149 5009 i^:. ^^^KL i Htiv:.;i^;v..;- '* '^ ;■'' ^^^^m^'C' -.- -^ ^Kp::f''-'^-'^^-r-'' -; 'i. ,- ^^^L*^:!*''^ ^^^il:^:ii[>--. ^Km'i&^-- ■ ''■,-•':■'-■■'''' . ■ i - , *:-%■■ ' - ^ - -. »>, ••-v^ ,• ■ i"- ■ ;•;>.'. X., « «.-».. -■^ V /<>:;■" •• ac-^^--- - ^>i^... »'-'i' f, - l.■;>- LIBRARY (NIVERSITY OF C^L FORNIA SAN DIEGO J pp Si llililll 3 1822 01149 SOo'g Q \^o VICTORIAN POETS. VICTORIAN POETS I REVISED, AND EXTENDED, BY A SUPPLEMENTARY CHAPTER, TO THE FIFTIETH YEAR OF THE PERIOD UNDER REVIEW BY EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN AUTHOR OF " POETS OF AMERICA "' BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY Copyright, 1875, By JAMES R. OSGOOD & CO. Copyright, 1887, By HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & Ca Copyright, 1903, By EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. / 253- "W Drama 0/ Exile," 1844. 128 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. elements of her imagination received a new stimulus from the sacred text, with which, after all, her mind was more in sympathy than with the serene beauty of the Greek. In the " Drama of Exile " she aimed at the highest, and failed ; but such failures are im- possible to smaller poets. It contains wonderfully fine passages ; is a chaotic mass, from which dazzling lustres break out so frequently that a critic aptly spoke of the " flashes " of her " wild and magnificent genius," the " number and close propinquity of which render her book one flame." My review presupposes the reader's familiarity with her writings, so that cita- tion of passages does not fall within its intention. Yet, let me ask what other female poet has risen to such language as this of Adam to Lucifer ? Fervent im- agittation. "The prodigy Of thy vast brows and melancholy eyes Which comprehend the heights of some great fall. I think that thou hast one day worn a crown Under the eyes of God." And where in modern verse is there a more vigorous and imaginative episode than Lucifer's remembrance of the couched lion, " when the ended curse left silence in the world " .'' " Right suddenly He sprang up rampant and stood straight and stiff, As if the new reality of death Were dashed against his eyes, — and roared so fierce (Such thick carnivorous passion in his throat Tearing a passage through the wrath and fear) And roared so wild, and smote from all the hills Such fast, keen echoes crumbling down the vales Precipitately, — that the forest beasts, One after one, did mutter a response Of savage and of sorrowful complaint LYRICAL EFFORTS. 129 Which trailed along the gorges. Then, at once, He fell back, and rolled crashing from the height Into the dusk of pines." Miss Barrett in this drama displayed a true concep- tion of the sublime j though as yet she had neither grace, logic, nor sustained power. The most fragile and delicate of beings, she essayed, with more than man's audacit}^, to reach the infinite and soar to " the gates of light." That she was a tender woman, also, and that her hand had been somewhat trained by varied lyrical efforts, was manifest from some of those minor pieces through which she now began to attract the popular regard. Among those not previously mentioned, the tributes to Mrs. Hemans and Miss Landon, " Cata- rina to Camoens," " Crowned and Wedded," " Cow- per's Grave," " The Sea-Mew," " To Flush, my Dog," and " The Swan's Nest," were more simple and open to general esteem than their companion pieces. " An Island," " The Lost Bower," and " The House of Clouds " are pure efforts of fancy, for the most part charmingly executed. " Bertha in the Lane " is treas- ured by the poet's admirers for its virginal pathos, — the sacred revelation of a dying maiden's heart, — an exquisite poem, but greatly marred in the closing. It was difficult for the author, however fine her begin- nings, to end a poem, once begun, or to end it well under final compulsion. "The Cry of the Human," with its impassioned refrain and almost agonized plea that the ancient curse may be lightened, evinced her recognition of the sorrows and mysteries of existence : — all these things she " kept in her heart," and ut- tered b1-ave invectives against black or white slavery, and other social wrongs. 6* The Cry of the Children," Successful lyrical efforts. Humayiita- rian poems. I30 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Her most popular ballad. uneven as it is, takes its place beside Hood's " Song of the Shirt," for sweet pity and frowning indignation. In behalf of the little factory-slaves, after reading Home's report of his Commission, her soul took fire and she did what she could. If the British mill- owners were little likely to be impressed by her imagi- native ode, with its Greek motto, it certainly affected the minds of public writers and speakers, who could fashion their more practical agitation after the pat- tern thus given them in the Mount. But " Lady Geraldine's Courtship " was the ballad — and often a poet has one such — which gained her a sudden repute among lay-readers. It is said that she composed it in twelve hours, and not im- probably ; for, although full of melodious sentiment and dainty lines, the poem is marred by common- places of frequent occurrence. Many have classed it with " Locksley Hall," but, while certain stanzas are equal to Tennyson's best, it is far from displaying the completeness of that enduring lyric. I value it chiefly as an illustration of the greater freedom and elegance to which her poetic faculty had now at- tained, and as her first open avowal, and a brave one in England, of the democracy which generous and gifted spirits, the round world over, are wont to confess. As for her story, she only succeeded in showing how meanly a womanish fellow might act, when enamored of one above him in social station, and that the heart of a man possessed of healthy self-respect was something she had not yet found out. Her Bertram is a dreadful prig, who cries, mouths, and faints like a school-girl, allowing himself to eat the bread of the Philistines and betray his sense of inequality, and upon whom Lady Geraldine certainly A MATURE WOMAN. 131 End of her formative throws herself away. He is a libel upon the whole race of poets. The romance, none the less, met with instant popularity on both sides of the Atlantic, and has passed into literature, somewhat pruned by later touches, as oue of its author's more conspicuous efforts. Miss Barrett now, at the relatively mature age of thirty-five, appeared to have completed her intellect- ual growth. It was a chance whether her future should be greater than her past. Thus far I regard her experience as merely formative. Much of her vagueness and gloom had departed with the physical prostration that so long had borne her down. For her improving health showed that study and authorship, though against the wishes of her attendants, were the best medicine for a body and mind diseased. As the scent of the rose came back " above the mould," she was to emerge upon a new life, different from that which we hitherto have considered as the day is from the night. She was not to be enrolled among the mournful sisterhood of women, who "sit still On winter nights by solitary fires And hear the nations praising them far off." The dearest common joys were yet to be hers, and that full development which a woman's genius needs to make it rounded and complete. There is a pretty story of her first meeting with the poet Browning, based upon the lines referring to him in " Lady Ger- aldine's Courtship." This, however, is not credited by Theodore Tilton, her American editor, who wrote the Memorial prefixed to the collection of her " Last "';''• "/-^ ^ I lieodore Poems." Four lyrics, thrown off at this time, — en- 1 rzV/^«, 1862. Robert Browning ' Memo- 132 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. her mar- rius:e, Lon- don, 1S46. Married life. Influence o, ' love upon a ivoman^s genius. titled "Life and Love," "A Denial," "Proof and Disproof," and " Liclusions," — go far to show Miss Barrett's humility, and inability to comprehend the happiness which had come to her. But, nevertheless, the poet wooed and won her; and in 1846, her thirty-seventh year, she was taken from her couch to the altar, and at once borne away by her husband from her native land. Some facts in my possession with respect to this event have too slight a bearing upon the record of her literary achievements to war- rant their insertion here. It is well known that the marriage was opposed by her father, but she builded better than he knew. Her cloister-life of maiden- hood in England was at an end. Fifteen happy and illustrious years in Italy lay before her ; and in her case the proverb Ccelum, non animum, was unful- filled. Never was there a more complete transmuta- tion of the habits and sympathies of life than that which she experienced beneath the blue Italian skies. Still, before all and above all, her refined soul re- mained in allegiance to the eternal Muse. IIL He is but a shallow critic who neglects to take into his account of a woman's genius a factor repre- senting the master-element of Love. The chief event in the life of Elizabeth Barrett was her marriage, and causes readily suggest themselves which might deter- mine the most generous parent to oppose such a step on her part. The dedication of her edition of 1844 shows how close was the relation existing between her father and herself, and I am told by one who knew her for many years, that Mr. Barrett "was a EFFECT OF LOVE UPON HER GENIUS. 133 man of intellect and culture, and she had been his pride, as well as the light of his eyes, after he be- came a widower." To such a parent, now well in the vale of years, a marriage which was to lift his fragile daughter from the couch to which she had been bound as a picture to its frame must have seemed a rash experiment, and a cruel blow to him- self, however eminent and devoted the suitor who had claimed her. But when the long-closed tide-ways of a woman's heart are opened, the torrent comes with double force at last, sweeping kith and kin away by Nature's inexorable law. If the old West India merchant had not afterwards acted with utter selfishness in respect to the marriage of another daughter, I should be disposed to estimate his wounded love for Elizabeth, as she herself did, by his stead- fast refusal, despite her "frequent and heart-moving" appeals, to be reconciled to her throughout the re- mainder of his darkened life. Wedlock was so thoroughly a new existence to her, that her kindred well might fear for the result. A veritable Lady of Shalott, she now entered the open highways of a peopled world. She left a polar region of dreams, solitude, introspection, for the equatorial belt of outer and real life. The beneficent sequel shows how wise are the instincts of a refined nature. To Mrs. Browning, love, marriage, travel, were happi- ness, desire of life, renewed bodily and spiritual health ; and when, in her fortieth year, the sacred and mysterious functions of maternity were given her to realize, there also came that ripe fruition of a gen- ius that hitherto, blooming in the night, had yielded fragrant and impassioned, but only sterile flowers. The question of an artist's married life, it seems Her/aiher's opfoiitiott to the nup- tials. Complete womanhood. 134 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Relations of art and marriage : A s they af- fect, I, the husband ; to me, has wholly different bearings when considered from the opposite standing-points of the two sexes. A discerning writer has recently mentioned an artist whose view was, that a man devoted to art might marry " either a plain, uneducated woman devoted to household matters, or else a woman quite capable of entering into his artistic life"; but no one between the two extremes. The former would be less perilous than to marry a daughter of the Philistines, " equally incapable of comprehending his pursuits, but much more likely to interfere with them." Yet in behalf of a man of artistic genius and sensibility, who is born to a career if he chooses to pursue it, I would not accept even the first-named alternative, unless he has sufficient wealth to insure him perfect indepen- dence or seclusion. An author's growth, and the hap- piness of both parties, are vastly imperilled by his union with the most affectionate of creatures, if she has an inartistic nature and a dull or commonplace mind. The Laureate makes the simple wife exclaim : "I cannot understand: I love!" — but there is no per- fect love without mutual comprehension ; at the best, a wearisome, unemotional forbearance takes its place. On the one part jealousy, active or disguised, of the other's wider range, too often exerts a restrictive in- fluence, by which the art-impulse, and the experiences it should feed upon, are modified or repressed. It is a law of psychological mathematics that the con- stant force of dulness will in the end overcome any varying force resisting it ; and when Pegasus can be driven in harness, one generally finds him yoked with a brood-mare, — ay, and broken-in when young and more or less defenceless. Again, we so readily persuade ourselves to lapse RELATIONS OF ART AND MARRIAGE. 135 from the efforts of creative labor, when temptation puts on the specious guise of duty ! The finest kind of art — that possessing originality — is unremunerative for years ; and who has the courage to pursue it, while responsible for the conventional ease and hap- piness of those who possibly regret that he is not so practical as other men, and look with distrust upon his habits of life and labor? Ordinary people can more easily attain to that perfect mating which is the sum of bliss. But let an artist marry art, and be true to it alone, unless by some rare chance he can find a companion whose soul is kindred with his own, who can sympathize with his tastes, and aid him with tact and circumstance in his social and professional career. If she has genius of her own, and her own purposes in any department of art, then all obligations can be entirely mutual, and under favorable auspices the high- est wedded felicity should be the result. The relations of art and marriage, where the devel- opment of female genius is concerned, are of a dis- tinctive character, and must be so considered. It is no doubt true that a woman, also, can only arrive at extreme happiness by wedlock founded upon entire congeniality of mind and purpose ; and yet there are conditions under which it may become essential to her complete development as an artist that she should marry out of her own ideal, rather than not be mar- ried at all. So closely interwrought are her physical and spiritual existences, that otherwise the product of her genius may be litde more than a beautiful frag- ment at the most. We must therefore esteem Mrs. Browning doubly fortunate, and protected by the gods themselves. For marriage not only nad given her, by one of Nature's charming miracles, a precious lease A s tJiey af- fect, 2, the wife. 136 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. The ivedded poets. Summit of Mrs. Browning' s greatness. Her foivcrs fully devel- oped. of life, but had united her with a fellow-artist whose disposition and pursuits were in absolute harmony with her own, — the one man in the world whom she would have chosen, yet who sought her out, and deemed it his highest joy to possess her as a wife, and cherish her as companion, lover, and friend. In this life of incongruities it is encouraging to find such an instance of the serene fitness of things. The world is richer for their union, than which none more dis- tinguished is of record in the annals of authorship. The ten years following the date of Mrs. Brown- ing's marriage were the noonday of her life, and three master-works, embraced in this period, represent her at her prime. Casa Guidi Windotvs appeared in 185 1, the same volume including the matchless " Sonnets from the Portuguese." Aurora Leigh was published in 1 85 6. None of her later or earlier compositions were equal to these in scope, method, and true poet- ical value. At first the influence of her new life was of a com- plex nature. It opened a sealed fountain of love within her, which broke forth in celestial song : it gave her a land and a cause to which she thoroughly devoted her woman's soul ; finally, a surprising ad- vance was evident in the rhythm, language, and all other constituents of her metrical work. The Saxon English, which she hitherto had quarried for the ba- sis of her verse, now became conspicuous through- out the whole structure. Her technical gain was partly due to the stronger themes which now bore up her wing, — and partly, I have no doubt, to the com- panionship of 'Robert Browning. Even if he did not directly revise h^ works, neither could fail to profit by the other's genius and experience ; and the blem- 'SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE.' 137 ishes of his wife's earlier style were such as Browning at this time would not relish, for they were of a dif- ferent kind from his own. Besides, we are sensitive to faults in those we love, while committing them our- selves as if by chartered right. I am disposed to consider the Sonnets from the Por- tuguese as, if not the finest, a portion of the finest subjective poetry in our literature. Their form re- minds us of an English prototype, and it is no sacri- lege to say that their music is showered from a higher and purer atmosphere than that of the Swan of Avon. We need not enter upon cold comparison of their respective excellences ; but Shakespeare's personal poems were the overflow of his impetuous youth : — his broader vision, that took a world within its ken, was absolutely objective ; while Mrs. Browning's Love Son- nets are the outpourings of a woman's tenderest emo- tions, at an epoch when her art was most mature, and her whole nature exalted by a passion that to such a being comes but once and for all. Here, in- deed, the singer rose to her height. Here she is ab- sorbed in rapturous utterance, radiant and triumphant with her own joy. The mists have risen and her sight is clear. Her mouthing and affectation are for- gotten, her lips cease to stammer, the lyrical spirit has full control. The sonnet, artificial in weaker hands, becomes swift with feeling, red with a " veined humanity," the chosen vehicle of a royal woman's vows. Graces, felicities, vigor, glory of speech, here are so crowded as to tread each upon the other's sceptred pall. The first sonnet, equal to any in our tongue, is an overture containing the motive of the canticle ; — " not Death, but Love " had seized her unaware. The growth of this happiness, her worship " Sonnets frotn the Portu- guese" 1850. 1^.8 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Devotion to Italy. of its bringer, her doubts of her own worthiness, are the theme of these poems. She is in a sweet and, to us, pathetic surprise at the delight which at last had fallen to her : — "The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers." Never was man or minstrel so honored as her "most gracious singer of high poems." In the tremor of her love she undervalued herself, — with all her feebleness of body, it was enough for any man to live within the atmosphere of such a soul ! In fine, the Portuguese Sonnets, whose title was a screen behind which the singer poured out her full heart, are the most exqui- site poetry hitherto written by a woman, and of them- selves justify us in pronouncing their author the great- est of her sex, — on the ground that the highest mission of a female poet is the expression of love, and that no other woman approaching her in genius has essayed the ultimate form of that expression. An analogy with " In Memoriam " may be derived from their arrangement and their presentation of a single analytic theme ; but Tennyson's poem — though ex- hibiting equal art, more subtile reasoning and com- prehensive thought — is devoted to the analysis of philosophic Grief, while the Sonnets reveal to us that Love which is the most ecstatic of human emotions and worth all other gifts in life. Mrs. Browning's more than filial devotion to Italy has become a portion of the history of our time. In- dependently of her husband's enthusiasm, everything in the aspect and condition of the country of her adoption was fitted to arouse this sentiment. It be- came a passion with her ; she identified herself with 'CASA GuiDi windows: 139 the Italian cause, and for fourteen years her oratory in Casa Guidl was vocal with the aspiration of that fair land struggling to be free. Its beauty and sorrow enthralled her ; its poetr}'- spoke through her voice ; its grateful soil finally received her ashes, and will treasure them for many an age to come. Nothing can be finer than the burst of song at the opening of her Italian poem, — " I heard last night a little child go singing, 'Neath Casa Guidi windows, by the church, bdla liberta, O bella ! " — unless it be the passages which begin and close the second portion of the same work, composed after an interval of three years, when the hope of the first exultant outbreak was for the time obscured. Be- tween the two extremes the chant is eloquently sus- tained, and is our best example of lucid, sonorous English verse composed in a semi-Italian rima. While full of poetry, its increase of intellectual vigor shows how a singer may be lifted by the occasion and ca- pacity for pleading a noble cause. Deep voice, strong heart, fine brain, — the three must go together in the making of a great poet. " Casa Guidi Windows " won a host of friends to Italy, and gained for its devoted author an historic name. During the inter- val mentioned she had given birth to the child whose presence was the awakening of a new prophetic gift : — " The sun strikes through the windows, up the floor ; Stand out in it, my own young Florentine, Not two years old, and let me see thee more ! It grows along thy amber curls to shine Brighter than elsewhere. Now look straight before, And fix thy brave blue English eyes on mine, And from thy soul, which fronts the future so " Casa Guidi ll'in- doivs" 1 85 1. 140 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Strength, hapfiiness, aftd/ame. " A iirora Leigh," 1856. With unabashed and unabated gaze, Teach me to hope for what the Angels know When they smile dear as thou dost ! " While experience of motherhood now had perfected her woman's nature, Mrs. Browning was also at the zenith of her lyrical career. Her minor verses of the period are admirable. She revised her earlier poetry for the edition of 1856, and Mr. Tilton has pointed out some of her fastidious and usually suc- cessful emendations. It was the happiest portion of her life, as well as the most artistic. The sunshine of an enviable fame enwreathed her ; rare and gifted spirits, wandering through Italy, were attracted to her presence and paid homage to its laurelled charm. Hence, as a secondary effect of her marriage, her knowledge of the world increased ; she became a keen though impulsive observer of men and women, and of the thought and action of her own time. Few social movements escaped her notice, whether in Eu- rope or our own unrestful land ; her instincts were in favor of agitation and reform, and her imagination was ever looking forward to the Golden Year. And it was now that, summoning all her strength — alas ! how unequal was her frail body to the tasks laid upon it by the aspiring soul! — with heroic determination and most persistent industry, she undertook and com- pleted her capo d'opera, — the poem which, in dedicat- ing to John Kenyon, she declares to be the most mature of her works, " and the one into which my highest convictions upon Life and Art have entered." If Mrs. Browning's vitality had failed her before the production of " Aurora Leigh," — a poem com- prising twelve thousand lines of blank-verse, — her generation certainly would have lost one of its repre- 'AURORA LEIGH.' 141 sentative and original creations : representative in a versatile, kaleidoscopic presentment of modern life and issues ; original, because the most idiosyncratic of its author's poems. An audacious, speculative freedom pervades it, which smacks of the New World rather than the Old. Tennyson, while examining the social and intellectual phases of his era, maintains a judicial impassiveness ; Mrs. Browning, with finer dramatic insight, — the result of intense human sym- pathy, enters into the spirit of each experiment, and for the moment puts herself in its advocate's position. " Aurora Leigh " is a mirror of contemporary life, while its learned and beautiful illustrations make it, almost, a handbook of literature and the arts. As a poem, merely, it is a failure, if it be fair to judge it by accepted standards. One may say of it, as of Byron's " Don Juan " (though loath to couple the two works in any comparison), that, although a most uneven production, full of ups and downs, of capri- cious or prosaic episodes, it nevertheless contains poetry as fine as its author has given us elsewhere, and enough spare inspiration to set up a dozen smaller poets. The flexible verse is noticeably her own, and often handled with as much spirit as freedom ; it is terser than her husband's, and, although his influence now began to grow upon her, is not in the least ob- scure to any cultured reader. The plan of the work is a metrical concession to the fashion of a time which has substituted the novel for the dramatic poem. Con- sidered as a " novel in verse," it is a failure by lack of either constructive talent or experience on the author's part. Few great poets invent their myths ; few prose character-painters are successful poets ; the epic songsters have gone to tradition for their themes, A charac- teristic pro- duction. 142 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Landor to y. Forster, 1857. the romantic to romance, the dramatic to history and incident. Mrs. Browning essayed to invent her whole story, and the result was an incongruous framework, covered with her thronging, suggestive ideas, her flashing poetry and metaphor, and confronting you by whichever gateway you enter with the instant presence of her very self. But either as poem or novel, how superior the whole, in beauty and intellectual power, to contemporary structures upon a similar model, which found favor with the admirers of parlor ro- mance or the lamb's-wool sentiment of orderly British life ! As a social treatise it is also a failure, since nothing definite is arrived at. Yet the poet's sense of existing wrongs is clear and exalted, and if her exposition of them is chaotic, so was the transition period in which she found herself involved. Upon the whole, I think that the chief value and interest of " Aurora Leigh " appertain to its marvellous illustra- tions of the development, from childhood on, of an resthetical, imaginative nature. Nowhere in literature is the process of culture by iheans of study and pas- sional experience so graphically depicted. It is the metrical and feminine complement to Thackeray's " Pendennis " ; a poem that will be rightly appreci- ated by artists, thinkers, poets, and by them alone. Landor, for example, at once received it into favor, and also laid an unerring finger upon its weakest point: "I am reading a poem," he wrote, "full of thought and fascinating with fancy. In many pages there is the wild imagination of Shakespeare I had no idea that any one in this age was capa- ble of such poetry There are, indeed, even here, some flies upon the surface, as there always will be upon what is sweet and strong. I know not HER PERIOD OF DECLINE. 143 yet what the story is. Few possess the power of construction." The five remaining years of Mrs. Browning's Hfe were years of self-forgetfulness and devotion to the heroic and true. Her beautiful character is exhibited in her correspondence, and in the tributes of those who were privileged to know her. What poetry she wrote is left to us, and I am compelled to look upon it as belonging to her period of decline. However fine its motive, " we are here," as M. Taine has said, to judge of the product alone, and " to realize, not an ode, but a law." Physical debility was the main cause of this lyrical falling off. Her exhausted frame was now, more than ever, whgit Hillard had pronounced it, " nearly a transparent veil for a celestial and immor- tal spirit." Her feelings were again more imperative than her mastery of art ; her hand trembled, her voice quavered with that emotion which is not strength. She now, as I have said, unconsciously began to yield to the prolonged influence of her husband's later style, and it affected her own injuriously, though it must be acknowledged that her poetry acquired, toward the last, a new and genuine, but painful, dramatic quality. Her " Napoleon HI. in Italy," and the minor lyrics upon the Italian question, are submitted in evidence of the several points just made. Some of her later poems were contributed to a New York newspaper, with whose declared opinions she was in sympathy, and which was the mouthpiece of her warmest Amer- ican admirers ; and, in the effort to promptly meet her engagements, she tendered unrevised and faulty work. At intervals the production of some gracious, health- ful hour would be a truly effective poem, and such lyrics as " De Profundis," "A Court Lady," "The| Mrs. Browning' s period 0/ decline. Secondary influence 0/ her married life. " Poems be- fore Con- gress" i860. " The Inde- pendent.''^ 144 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. "Last Poets," 1860-1861. Final esti- mate of Mrs. Browning' s genius. Her art. Tennyson and .Mrs, Browning. Forced Recruit," " Parting Lovers," and " Mother and Poet," made the world realize how rich and tuneful could be the voice still left to her. One evening it was my fortune to listen to a recitation of the last- named poem, from the lips of a beautiful girl who looked the very embodiment of the lyric Muse, and I was struck with the truthfulness and strength displayed in the poet's dramatic conception of the mingled pa- triotism and anguish in a bereaved Italian mother's heart. But the dominant roughness which too gen- erally pervades her Last Poems shows how completely she now had accepted Browning's theor}?^ of entire subordination, in poetry, of the art to the thought, and his method of giving expression to the latter, no matter how inchoate, at any cost to the finish and effectiveness of the work in hand. IV. In a former chapter I wrote of " an inspired singer, if there ever was one, — all fire and air, — her song and soul alike devoted to liberty, aspiration, and love." The career of this gifted woman has now been traced. In conclusion, let us attempt to estimate her genius and discover the position to be assigned to her among contemporary poets. And first, with regard to her qualities as an artist. She was thought to resemble Tennyson in some of her early pieces, but this was a mistake, if anything beyond form is to be considered. In read- ing Tennyson you feel that he drives stately and thoroughbred horses, and has them always under control ; that he could reach a higher speed at pleas- ure ; while Mrs. Browning's chargers, half-untamed, FINAL ESTIMATE OF HER GENIUS. 145 prance or halt at their own will, and often bear her away over some rugged, dimly lighted tract. Her verse was the perfect exponent of her own nature, in- cluding a wide variety of topics in its range, but with the author's manner injected through every line of it. Health is not its prominent characteristic. Mrs. Browning's creative power was not equal to her ca- pacity to feel ; otherwise there was nothing she might not have accomplished. She evinced over-possession, and certainly had the contortions of the Sibyl, though not lacking the inspiration. We feel that she must have expression, or perish, — a lack of restraint com- mon to female poets. She was somewhat deficient in Eesthetic conscientiousness, and we cannot say of her works, as of Tennyson's, that they include nothing which has failed to receive the author's utmost care. She had that distrust of the "effect" of her produc- tions which betrays a clouded vision ; and in truth, much of her vaguer work well might be distrusted. Her imagination was radiant, but seldom clear; it was the moon obscured by mists, yet encircled with a glo- rious halo. Her metres came by chance, and this often to her detriment ; she rarely had the patience to discover those best adapted to her needs, but gave voice to the first strain which occurred to her. Hence she had a spontaneity which is absent from the Laureate's work. This charming element has its drawbacks : she found herself hampered by difficulties which a little fore- thought would have avoided, and her song, though as fresh, was too often as purposeless, as that of a forest- bird. There is great music in her voice, but one wishes that it were better trained. She had a gift of melodious and effective refrains : " The Nightingales, , 7 J Over-posses- sion. Incertitude. Sponiatieity. Her re- frains. 146 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica ' ; p. 245. Undue fa- cility. Lack of humor. Slight idyl- lic tendency. the Nightingales," " Margret, Margret," " You see we 're tired, my Heart and I," " Toll slowly ! " " The River floweth on," " Pan, Pan is dead ! " — these and other examples captivate the memory, but occasion- ally the burden is the chief sustainer of the song. One of her repetends, " He giveth His beloved Sleep," is the motive of an almost celestial lyric, faultless in holy and melodious design. It is a poem to read by the weary couch of some loved one passing away, and doubtless in many a heart is already associated with memories that " lie too deep for tears." Her spontaneous and exhaustless command of words gave her a large and free style, but likewise a danger- ous facility, and it was only in rare instances, like the one just cited, that she attained to the strength and sweetness of repose. Her intense earnestness spared her no leisure for humor, a feature curiously absent from her writings : she almost lacked the sense of the ludicrous, as may be deduced from some of her two- word rhymes, and from various absurdities solemnly indulged in. But of wit and satire she has more than enough, and lashes all kinds of tyranny and hypocrisy with supernal scorn. It is perhaps due to her years of indoor life that the influence of land- scape-scenery is not more visible in her poetry. Her girlhood, nevertheless, was partly spent in Hereford- shire, among the Malvern Hills, and we find in " Au- rora Leigh," and in some of her minor pieces, not only reminiscences of that region, but other landscape, both English and Italian, executed in a broad and admirable manner. But when she follows the idyllic method, making the tone of the background enhance the feeling of a poem, she uses by preference the works of man rather than those of Nature : architect- THE MOST BELOVED OF POETS. 147 ure, furniture, pictures, books above all, rather than water, sky, and forest. Men and women were the chief objects of her regard, — her genius was more dramatic than idyllic, and lyric first of all. The instinct of worship and the religion of human- ity were pervading constituents of Mrs. Browning's nature, and demand no less attention than the love which dictated her most fervent poems. A spiritual trinity, of zeal, love, and worship, presided over her work. If in her outcry against wrong she had noth- ing decisive to suggest, she at least sounded a clarion note for the incitement of her comrades and succes- sors, and this was her mission as a reformer. Re- ligious exaltation breathes through every page of her compositions. Her eulogist aptly called her the Blaise Pascal of women, and said that her books were prayer- books. She had a profound faith in Christian revela- tion, interpreted in its most catholic sense. Her broad humanity and religion, her defence of her sex, her subtile and tender knowledge of the hearts of children, her abnegation, hope, and faith, seemed the apotheosis of womanhood and drew to her the affec- tion of readers in distant lands. She was the most beloved of minstrels and women. Jean Paul said of Herder that he was less a poet than a poem, but in Mrs. Browning the two were blended : she wrote her- self into her works, and I have closely reviewed her experience, because it is inseparable from her lyrical career. The English love to call her Shakespeare's Daughter, and in truth she bears to their greatest poet the relation of Miranda to Prospero. Her deli- cate genius was purely feminine and subjective, attri- butes that are made to go together. Most introspective poetry, in spite of Sidney's injunction, wearies us. Her symfia- thetic and religious nature. Cp. " Poets of A mer- ica " .• // 123-128. The tnost beloved of pods. Subjecihie quality of her genius. I4S ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Cp. " Poets 0/ Amer- ica " : p. 146. Her repre- sentative position. Belief in inspiration. Cp. " Poets of A mer- ica " .■ p. 129. Her exalta- tion and rapture. because it so often is the petty or morbid sentiment of natures little superior to our own. Men have more conceit, with less tact, than women, and, as a rule, when male poets write objectively they are on the safer side. But when an impassioned woman, yearn- ing to let the world share her poetic rapture or grief, reveals the secrets of her burning heart, generations adore her, literature is enriched, and grosser beings have glimpses of a purity with which we invest our conceptions of disenthralled spirits in some ideal sphere. I therefore regard Mrs. Browning as the representa- tive of her sex in the Victorian era, and a luminous example of the fact that " woman is not undeveloped man, but diverse " ; as the passion-flower of the cen- tury ; the conscious medium of some power beyond the veil. For, if she was wanting in reverence for the form and body of the poet's art, she more than all her tuneful brethren revered the poet's inspiration. To her poets were " the only truth-tellers now left to God ; The only speakers of essential truth, Opposed to relative, comparative, And temporal truths ; the only holders by His sun-skirts." And this in a period when technical refinement ' has caused the mass of verse-makers to forget that art is vital chiefly as a means of expression. Like her Hebrew poets, she was obedient " to the heavenly vision," and I think that the form of her religion, which was in sympathy with the teachings of Emanuel Swedenborg, enables us clearly to understand her genius and works. I have no doubt that she surren- dered herself to the play of her imagination, as if DEATH OF THE SIBYL. 149 some angelic voice were speaking through her, — and of what other modern poet can this be said ? With equal powers of expression, such a faith exalts the bard to an apocalyptic prophet, — to the consecrated interpreter, of whom Plato said in " Ion," " A poet is a thing light, with wings, and unable to compose poetry until he becomes inspired and is out of his sober senses, and his imagination is no longer under his control ; for he does not compose by art, but through a divine power." At the close of the first summer month of 186 1, a memorable year for Italy, the land of song was free, united, once more a queen among the nations ; but the voice of its sweetest singer was hushed, the golden harp was broken ; the sibylline minstrel lay dying in the City of Flowers. She was at the last, as ever, the enraptured seer of celestial visions. Some efflux of imperishable glory passed before her eyes, and she said that it was beautiful. It seemed, to those around her, as if she died beholding " in jasper-stone as clear as glass, The first foundation-s of that new, near Day Which should be builded out of Heaven to God." Died in Florence, yum 29, 1861. CHAPTER V. ALFRED TENNYSON. Alfred Tennyson^ Poet-Lau- reate : born at So}nerby, Lincoln- shire, A ug. 5, 1809. Laiu of change in public taste. Cp. " Poets of A mer- ica " ; pp. •39. 273- A case in point. THAT a new king should arise " over Egypt, which knew not Joseph," was but the natural order of events. The wonder is that nothing less than the death of one Pharaoh, and the succession of another, could oust a favorite from his position. Statesman or author, that public man is fortunate who does not find himself subjected to the neglectful caprices of his own generation, after some time be past and the dura- tion of his influence unusually prolonged. There is a law founded in our dread of monotony, in that weariness of soul which we call ennui, — the spiritual counterpart of a loathing which even the manna that fell from heaven at last bred in the Israelites : a law that affects, as surely as death, statesmen, moralists, heroes, — and equally the renowned artist or poet. The law is Nature's own, and man's perception of it is the true apology for each fashion as it flies. But Nature, with all her changes, is secure in certain noble, recurrent types ; and so there are elevated modes of art, to which we sometimes not unwillingly bid farewell, knowing that after a time they will re- turn, and be welcome again and forever. At present we have only to observe the working of this law with respect to the acknowledged leader, by LA W OF, CHANGE IN PUBLIC TASTE. 151 influence and laurelled rank, of the Victorian poetic hierarchy. He, too, has verified in his recent experi- ence the statement that, as admired poets advance in years, the people and the critics begin to mistrust the quality of their genius, are disposed to revise the laud- atory judgments formerly pronounced upon them, and, finally, to claim that they have been overrated, and are not men of high reach. Such is the result of that long familiarity whereby a singer's audience becomes some- what weary of his notes, and it is exaggerated in direct ratio with the potency of the influence against which a revolt is made. In fact, the grander the success the more trying the reaction. It is what the ancients meant by the envy of the gods, unto which too fortunate men were greatly subjected. Alternate periods of favor and rejection not only follow one another in cycles, by generations, or by centuries even ; but the individual artist, during a long career, will find himself tested by minor perturbations of the same kind, varying with his successive achievements, and the varying conditions of atmosphere and time. The influence of Alfred Tennyson has been almost unprecedentedly dominant, fascinating, extended, yet of late has somewhat vexed the public mind. Its repose- ful charm has given it a more secure hold upon our affections than is usual in this era, whose changes are the more incessant because so much more is crowded into a few years than of old. Even of this serene beauty we are wearied ; a murmur arises ; re- bellion has broken out ; the Laureate is irreverently criticised, suspected, no longer worshipped as a demi- god. Either because he is not a demi-god, or that through long security he has lost the power to take the buffets and rewards of fortune "with equal Recent strictures. 152 ALFRED TENNYSON. "TJl£ Flower." OJ/ice of ike critic. thanks," he does not move entirely contented within the shadow that for the hour has crossed his tri- umphal path. A little poem, "The Flower," is the expression of a genuine grievance : his plant, at first novel and despised, grew into a superb flower of art, was everywhere glorious and accepted, yet now is again pronounced a weed because the seed is com- mon, and men weary of a beauty too familiar. The petulance of these stanzas reveals a less edifying mat- ter, to wit, the failure of their author in submission to the inevitable, the lack of a philosophy which he is not slow to recommend to his fellows. If he verily hears "the roll of the ages," as he has declared in his answer to "A Spiteful Letter," why then so rest- ive ? Why not recognize, even in his own case, the benignity of a law which, as Cicero said of death, must be a blessing because it is universal.-' He him- self has taught us, in the wisest language of our time, that "God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world." No change, no progress. Better to decline, if need be, upon some inferior grade, that all methods may be tested. Ultimately, disgust of the false will bring a reaction to something as good as the best which has been known before. Last of all, the world's true and enduring verdict. In calmer moments the Laureate must needs reflect that a future age will look back, measure him as he is, and compare his works with those of his contem- poraries. To forestall, as far as may be, this stead- fast judgment of posterity, is the aim and serAdce of the critic. Let us separate ourselves from the adu- lation and envy of the moment, and search for the HE REPRESENTS HIS PERIOD. 153 true relation of Tennyson to his era, — estimating his poetry, not by our appetite for it, but by its inherent quahty, and its lasting value in the progress of British song. There have been few comprehensive reviews of Tennyson's poetical career. The artistic excellence of his work has been, from the first, so distinguished that lay critics are often at a loss how to estimate this poet. We have had admirable homilies upon the spirit of his teachings, the scope and nature of his imagination, his idyllic quality, — his landscape, characters, language, Anglicanism, — but nothing ade- quately setting forth his technical superiority. I am aware that professional criticism is apt to be unduly technical ; to neglect the soul, in its concern for the body, of art. My present effort is to consider both ; nevertheless, with relation to Tennyson, above all other modern poets, how little can be embraced within the limits of an essay ! The specialist-reviewer has the advantage of being thorough as far as he goes. All I can hope is to leave no important point un- touched, though my reference to it may be restricted to a single phrase. II. It seems to me that the only just estimate of Ten- nyson's position is that which declares him to be, by eminence, the representative poet of the recent era. Not, like one or another of his compeers, repre- sentative of the melody, wisdom, passion, or other partial phase of the era, but of the time itself, with its diverse elements in harmonious conjunction. Years have strengthened my belief that a future age will Dual nature of art. Tennyson represents his era. 154 ALFRED TENNYSON. E. A. Poe's esiay on " T/te Poetic Principle." regard him, independently of his merits, as bearing this relation to his period. In his verse he is as truly " the glass of fashion and the mould of form " of the Victorian generation in the nineteenth century as Spenser was of the Elizabethan court, Milton of the Protectorate, Pope of the reign of Queen Anne. During his supremacy there have been few great leaders, at the head of different schools, such as be- longed to the time of Byron, Wordsworth, and Keats. His poetry has gathered all the elements which find vital expression in the complex modern art. Has the influence of Tennyson made the recent British school, or has his genius itself been modified and guided by the period ? It is the old question of the river and the valley. The two have taken shape together ; yet the beauty of Tennyson's verse was so potent from the first, and has so increased in potency, that we must pronounce him an independent genius, certainly more than the mere creature of his sur- roundings. Years ago, when he was yet comparatively unknown, an American poet, himself finely gifted with the lyrical ear, was so impressed by Tennyson's method, that, " in perfect sincerity," he pronounced him " the noblest poet that ever lived." If he had said " the noblest artist," and confined this judgment to lyrists of the English tongue, he possibly would have made no exaggeration. Yet there have been artists with a less conscious manner and a broader style. The Laureate is always aware of what he is doing ; he is his own daimon, — the inspirer and controller of his own utterances. He sings by note no less than by ear, and follows a score of his own inditing. But, ac- knowledging his culture, we have no right to assume A BORN ARTIST. 155 that his ear is not as fine as that of any poet who gives voice with more careless rapture. His aver- age is higher than that of other English masters, though there may be scarcely one who in special flights has not excelled him. By Spencer's law of progress, founded on the distribution of values, his poetry is more eminent than most which has pre- ceded it. I have inferred that the very success of Tennyson's art has made it common in our eyes, and rendered us incapable of fairly judging it. When a poet has length of days, and sees his language a familiar por- tion of men's thoughts, he no longer can attract that romantic interest with which the world regards a genius freshly brought to hearing. Men forget that he, too, was once new, unhackneyed, appetizing. But recall the youth of Tennyson, and see how complete the revolution with which he has, at least, been coeval, and how distinct his music then seemed from every- thing which had gone before. He began as a metrical artist, pure and simple, and with a feeling perfectly unique, — at a long re- move, even, from that of so absolute an artist as was John Keats. He had very little notion beyond the production of rhythm, melody, color, and other poetic effects. Instinct led him to construct his machinery before essaying to build. Many have discerned, in his youthful pieces, the influence of Wordsworth and Keats, but no less that of the Italian poets, and of the early English balladists. I shall hereafter revert to " Oriana," " Mariana," and " The Lady of Shalott," as work that in its kind is fully up to the best of those Pre-Raphaelites who, by some arrest of devel- opment, stop precisely where Tennyson made his Hindrancei to correct apprecia- tion. A bom artist. The Pre- Raphixelites. 156 ALFRED TENNYSON His early study of details Poetry chief of the fine arts. second step forward, and censure him for having gone beyond them. Meaningless as are the opening melodies of his col- lected verse, how delicious they once seemed, as a change from even the greatest productions which then held the public ear. Here was something of a new kind ! The charm was legitimate. Tennyson's im- mediate predecessors were so fully occupied with the mass of a composition that they slighted details : what beauty they displayed was not of the parts, but of the whole. Now, in all arts, the natural advance is from detail to general effect. How seldom those who begin with a broad treatment, which apes ma- turity, acquire subsequently the minor graces that alone can finish the perfect work ! By comparison of the late and early writings of great English poets, — Shakespeare and Milton, — one observes the pro- cess of healthful growth. Tennyson proved his kin- dred genius by this instinctive study of details in his immature verses. In marked contrast to his fellows, and to every predecessor but Keats, — " that strong, excepted soul," — he seemed to perceive from the outset, that Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine arts : the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true excellence; that it has its technical secrets, its mysterious lowly paths that reach to aerial outlooks, and this no less than sculpture, painting, music, or architecture, but even more. He devoted himself, with the eager spirit of youth, to mastering this ex- quisite art, and wreaked his thoughts upon expres- sion, for the expression's sake. And what else should one attempt, with small experiences, little concern for the real world, and less observation of it .-• He had dreams rather than thoughts ; but was at the A TRANSITION PERIOD. 157 most sensitive period of life with regard to rhythm, color, and form. In youth feeling is indeed " deeper than all thought," and responds divinely to every sensuous confrontment with the presence of beauty. It is difficult now to realize how chaotic was the notion of art among English verse-makers at the be- ginning of Tennyson's career. Not even the example of Keats had taught the needful lesson, and I look upon his successor's early efforts as of no small importance. These were dreamy experiments in metre and word-painting, and spontaneous after their kind. Readers sought not to analyze their meaning and grace. The significance of art has since become so well understood, and such results have been attained, that " Claribel," " Lilian," " The Merman," " The Dy- ing Swan," " The Owl," etc., seem slight enough to us now ; and even then the affectation pervading them, which was merely the error of a poetic soul groping for its true form of expression, repelled men of severe and established tastes ; but to the neophyte they had the charm of sighing winds and babbling waters, a wonder of luxury and weirdness, inexpres- sible, not to be effaced. How we lay on the grass, in June, and softly read them from the white page ! To this day what lyrics better hold their own than " Mariana " and the " Recollections of the Arabian Nights." In these pieces, however, as in the crude yet picturesque " Ode to Memory," the poet exhibited some distinctness of theme and motive, and, in a word, seemed to feel that he had something to ex- press, if it were but the arabesque shadows of his fancy-laden dreams. Of a mass of lyrics, sonnets, and other metrical essays, published theretofore, — some contained in the Poems by Two Brothers, and A transition- period, 1820- 1830. Cliartn 0/ TennysojC s early lyrics. " Pocfits, chiefly Lyrical,'" 1830. "Poems by Two Broth- ers,^' 1827. 158 ALFRED TENNYSON. "Poems," 1832-33. Sudden and delightful poetic growth. A n expres- sion 0/ the beaiiti/til. Others in the original vokune of 1830, — I say noth- ing, for they show little of the purpose that charac- terizes the few early pieces which our poet himself retains in his collected works. One of them, " Hero and Leander," is too good in its way to be discarded \ the greater number are juvenile, often imitative, and the excellent judgment of Tennyson is shown by his rejection of all that have no true position in his lyrical rise and progress. The volume of 1832, which began with "The Lady of Shalott," and contained " Eleanore," " Margaret," " The Miller's Daughter," " The Palace of Art," " The May Queen," " Fatima," "The Lotos-Eaters," and " A Dream of Fair Women," was published in his twenty-second year. All in all, a more original and beautiful volume of minor poetry never was added to our literature. The Tennysonian manner here was clearly developed, largely pruned of mannerisms. The command of delicious metres ; the rhythmic su- surrus of stanzas whose every word is as needful and studied as the flower or scroll of ornamental archi- tecture, — yet so much an interlaced portion of the whole, that the special device is forgotten in the general excellence ; the effect of color, of that music which is a passion in itself, of the scenic pictures which are the counterparts of changeful emotions ; all are here, and the poet's work is the epitome of every mode in art. Even if these lyrics and idyls had expressed nothing, they were of priceless value as guides to the renaissance of beauty. Thenceforward slovenly work was impossible, subject to instant re- buke by contrast. The force of metrical elegance made its way and carried everything before it. From this day Tennyson confessedly took his place at the THE VOLUME OF 1832. 159 head of what some attempt to classify as the art- school : that is, of poets who largely produce their effect by harmonizing scenery and detail with the emotions or impassioned action of their verse. The tendency of his genius was revealed in this volume. The author plainly was a college-man, a student of many literatures, and, though an English- man to the core, alive to suggestions from Italian and Grecian sources. His Gothic feeling was mani- fest in "The Lady of Shalott" and "The Sisters"; his classicism in " Qinone " ; his idyllic method, es- pecially, now defined itself, making the scenery of a poem enhance the central idea, — thought and land- scape being so blended that it was difficult to deter- mine which suggested the other. I shall elsewhere examine with some care the rela- tions between Tennyson and Theocritus, and the gen- eral likeness of the Victorian to the Alexandrian period, and at present need not enter upon this spe- cial ground. Enough to say that the Greek influence is visible in many portions of the volume of 1832, sometimes through almost literal translations of clas- sical passages. " CEnone," modelled upon the new- Doric verse, ranks with " Lycidas " as an Hellenic study. While this most chaste and beautiful poem fascinated every reader, the wisest criticism found more of genuine worth in the purely English quality of those limpid pieces in which the melody of the lyric is wedded to the sentiment and picture of the idyl, — "The Miller's Daughter," "The May Queen," and " Lady Clara Vere de Vere." More dewy, fresh, pathetic, native verse had not been written since the era of "As You Like It" and "A Winter's Tale." During ten years this book accomplished its auspi- The"art- sckool." Tendency o/tliepoeVs genius. See Chapter VI. Classicism. Purely Eng- lish idyls. i6o ALFRED TENNYSON. "Poems," 1S42. A treasury 0/ represetit- ative poems. Blank-verse. Previous styles. cious work, until the authors fame and influence had so extended that he was encouraged to print the vol- ume of 1842, wherein he first gave the name of idyls to poems of the class that has brought him a distinc- tive reputation. At the present day, were this volume to be lost, we possibly should be deprived of a larger specific variety of Tennyson's most admired poems than is contained in any other of his successive ventures. It is an assortment of representative poems. To an art more restrained and natural we here find wedded a living soul. The poet has convictions : he is not a pupil, but a master, and reaches intellectual greatness. His verses still bewitch youths and artists by their sentiments and beauty, but their thought takes hold of thinkers and men of the world. He has learned not only that art, when followed for its own sake, is al- luring, but that, when used as a means of expressing what cannot otherwise be quite revealed, it becomes seraphic. We could spare, rather than this collection, much which he has since given us : possibly " Maud," — without doubt, idyls like "The Golden Supper" and "Aylmer's Field." Look at the material structure of the poetry. Here, at last, we observe the ripening of that blank-verse which had been suggested in the "CEnone." Consider Tennyson's handling of this measure, — the domino of a poetaster, the state gar- ment of a lofty poet. It must be owned that he now enriched it by a style entirely his own, and as well- defined as those already established. Foremost of the latter was the Elizabethan, marked by freedom and power, and liever excelled for dramatic compo- sition. Next, the Miltonic or Anglo-Epic, with its sonorous grandeur and stately Roman syntax, of which THE VOLUME OF 1842. 161 "Paradise Lost" is the masterpiece, and "Hyperion" the finest specimen in modern times. That it really has no place in our usage is proved by the fact that Keats, with true insight, refused, after some experi- ence, to complete " Hyperion," on the ground that it had too many " Miltonic inversions." Meanwhile blank-verse had been used for less imaginative or less heroical work ; notably, for didactic and moralizing essays, by Cowper, Wordsworth, and other leaders of the contemplative school. Tennyson's is of two kinds, one of which is suited to the heroic episodes in his idyllic poetry, — the first important example being the " Morte d'Arthur," which opened the volume of 1842, and is now made a por- tion of the "Idyls of the King." I hold the verse of that poem to be his own invention, derived from the study of Homer and his natural mastery of the Saxon element in our language. Milton's Latinism is so pronounced as to be un-English ; on the other hand, there is such affinity between the simple strength of the Homeric Greek and that of the English in which Saxon words prevail, that the former can be rendered into the latter with great effect. Tennyson recognizes this in his prelude to "Morte d'Arthur," deprecating his heroics as "faint Homeric echoes, nothing-worth." But almost with the perusal of the first two lines, " So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea," we see that this style surpasses other blank-verse in strength and condensation. It soon became the model for a score of younger aspirants ; in short, impressed itself upon the artistic mind as a new and vigorous form of our grandest English measure. K Cp. "Poets 0/ A tner- ica": pp. 79. 87, 374- Origittality and perfec- tion of Ten- nyson^! blank-verse. " Morte d'Arthur:' Hoyneric and Saxon qualities. 1 62 ALFRED TENNYSON. Tfie Victo- rian idyllic verse. Crabbe. "Dora." "Godiva." " The Gar- dener''s Dattghter." 'Ulysses." Comprehen- sive range of "English Idyls and Other Poems." " The Talk- ing Oak." The other style of Tennyson's blank-verse is found in his purely idyllic pieces, — "The Gardener's Daugh- ter," " Dora," " Godiva," and, upon a lower plane, such eclogues as " Audley Court " and " Edwin Mor- ris." " St. Simeon Stylites " and " Ulysses " have each a special manner. In the first-named group, the poet brought to completeness the Victorian idyllic verse. The three are models from which he could not ad- vance : in surpassing beauty and naturalness une- qualled, I say, by many of his later efforts. What Crabbe essayed in a homely fashion, now, at the touch of a finer artist, became the perfection of rural, idyllic tenderness. " Dora " is like a Hebrew pasto- ral, the paragon of its kind, with not a quotable de- tail, a line too much or too little, but faultless as a whole. Who can read it without tears .'' " Godiva " and " The Gardener's Daughter " demand no less praise for descriptive felicity of another kind. But, for virile grandeur and astonishingly compact expres- sion, there is no blank-verse poem, equally restricted as to length, that approaches the " Ulysses " : concep- tion, imagery, and thought are royally imaginative, and the assured hand is Tennyson's throughout. I reserve for later discussion the poet's general characteristics, fairly displayed in this volume. The great feature is its comprehensive range; it includes a finished specimen of every kind of poetry within the author's power to essay. The variety is surpris- ing, and the novelty was no less so at the date of its appearance. Here is "The Talking Oak," that marvel of grace and fancy, the nonpareil of sustained lyrics in quatrain verse ; as exquisite in filigree-work as "The Rape of the Lock," with an airy beauty and rippling flow, compared with which the motion of 'ENGLISH IDYLS AND OTHER POEMS: 163 Pope's couplets is that of partners in an eighteenth- century minuet. Here is the modern lover reciting "Locksley Hall," which, despite its sentimental ego- tism and consolation of the heart by the head, has fine metrical quality, is fixed in literature, and fur- nishes genuine illustrations of the poet's time. In "The Two Voices" and "The Vision of Sin" the excess of his speculative intellect makes itself felt: but the second of these seems to me a strained and fantastic production ; for which very reason, perchance, it drew the attention of semi-metaphysical persons who have no perception of the true mission of poetry, and, by a certain affectation, mistaken for subtilty, has excited more comment and analysis than it de- serves. " The Day-Dream," like " The Talking Oak," gives the poet an opportunity for dying falls, melliflu- ous cadences, and delicately fanciful pictures. The story is made to his hand ; he rarely invents a story, though often, as in the last-named poem, chancing upon the conceit of a dainty and original theme. Here, too, are " Lady Clare," " The Lord of Bur- leigh," and " Edward Gray," each a simple, crystal- line, and flawless ballad. Nor has Tennyson ever composed, in his minor key, more enduring and sug- gestive little songs than " Break, break, break ! " and f"Flow down, cold Rivulet, to the Sea!" both, also, in this volume. His humor, which seldom becomes him, is at its best in that half pensive, half-rollicking, wholly poetic composition, dear to wits and dreamers, " Will Waterproof's Lyrical Monologue." In this col- lection, too, we find his early experiments in the now famous measure of " In Memoriam." Purest and highest of all the lyrical pieces are " St. Agnes " and " Sir Galahad," full of white light, and each a stain- ^^ Locksley Hall." " The Two Voices." " T/ie Vision ofSiti." " The Day- Dream." Ballads. Songs. Tlie" lyr- ical Mono- logue." "St. Agnes " atiA " Sir Gala- had." 164 ALFRED TENNYSON. A composite and influen- tial voiutne. Climacterics in art. " The Princess : a Medley" 1847. A romantic lomposition. less idealization of its theme. " Sir Galahad " must be recited by a clarion voice, ere one can fully appre- ciate the sounding melody, the knightly, heroic ring. The poet has never chanted a more ennobling strain. Such is the excellence, and such the unusual range of a volume in which every department of poetry, except the dramatic, is exhibited in great perfection, if not at the most imaginative height. To the au- thor's students it is a favorite among his books, as the one that fairly represents his composite genius. It powerfully affected the rising group of poets, giv- ing their work a tendency which established its gen- eral character for the ensuing thirty years. There comes a time in the life of every aspiring artist, when, if he be a painter, he tires of painting cabinet-pictures, — however much they satisfy his ad- mirers ; if a poet, he says to himself : " Enough of lyrics and idyls ; let me essay a masterpiece, a sus- tained production, that shall bear to my former work the relation which an opera or oratorio bears to a composer's sonatas and canzonets." It may be that some feeling of this kind impelled Tennyson to write The Princess, the theme and story of which are both his own invention. At that time he had not learned the truth of Emerson's maxim that " Tradition sup- plies a better fable than any invention can " ; and that it is as well for a poet to borrow from history or romance a tale made ready to his hands, and which his genius must transfigure. The poem is, as he entitled it, " A Medley," constructed of ancient and modern materials, — a show of mediceval pomp and movement, observed through an atmosphere of latter-day thought and emotion ; so varying, withal, in the scenes and language of its successive parts. 'THE princess: 165 that one may well conceive it to be told by the group of thoroughbred men and maidens who, one after another, rehearse its cantos to beguile a festive sum- mer's day. I do not symjDathize with the criticisms to which it has been subjected upon this score, and which is but the old outcry of the French classicists against Victor Hugo and the romance school. The poet, in his prelude, anticipates every stricture, and to me the anachronisms and impossibilities of the story seem not only lawful, but attractive. Like those of Shakespeare's comedies, they invite the reader off-hand to a purely ideal world ; he seats himself upon an English lawn, as upon a Persian enchanted carpet, — hears the mystic word pronounced, and, presto ! finds himself in fairy-land. Moreover, Ten- nyson's special gift of reducing incongruous details to a common structure and tone is fully illustrated in a poem made " to suit with Time and place, A Gothic ruin and a Grecian house, A talk of college and of ladies' rights, A feudal knight in silken masquerade. This were a medley ! we should have him back Who told the ' Winter's Tale ' to do it for us." But not often has a lovelier story been recited. After the idyllic introduction, the body of the poem is composed in a semi-heroic verse. Other works of our poet are greater, but none is so fascinating as this romantic tale : English throughout, yet combining the England of Coeur de Leon with that of Victoria in one bewitching picture. Some of the author's most delicately musical lines — " jewels five words long " The Prel- tule. i66 ALFRED TENNYSON. Epic swift- ness of ttzoventcnt. Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica " .• /. 88. A notable group of lyrics. Isometric songs. — are herein contained, and the ending of each canto is an effective piece of art. The tournament scene, at the close of the fifth book, is the most vehement and rapid passage to be found in the whole range of Tennyson's poetry. By an approach to the Homeric swiftness, it presents a contrast to the laborious and faulty movement of much of his narrative verse. The songs, added in the second edition of this poem, reach the high-water mark of lyrical composition. Few will deny that, taken together, the five melodies : " As through the land," " Sweet and low," " The splendor falls on castle walls," " Home they brought her warrior dead," and " Ask me no more ! " — that these constitute the finest group of songs produced in our century ; and the third, known as the " Bugle Song," seems to many the most perfect English lyric since the time of Shake- speare. In " The Princess " we also find Tennyson's most successful studies upon the model of the The- ocritan isometric verse. He was the first to enrich our poetry with this class of melodies, for the bur- lesque pastorals of the eighteenth century need not be considered. Not one of the blank-verse songs in his Arthurian epic equals in structure or feeling the " Tears, idle tears," and " O swallow, swallow, flying, flying south ! " Again, what witchery of landscape and action ; what fair women and brave men, who, if they be somewhat stagy and traditional, at least are more sharply defined than the actors in our poet's other romances ! Besides, " The Princess " has a dis- tinct purpose, — the illustration of woman's struggles, aspirations, and proper sphere ; and the conclusion is one wherewith the instincts of cultured people are so thoroughly in accord, that some are used to an- HIS INTELLECTUAL GROWTH. 167 swer, when asked to present their view of the " wo- man question," " You will find it at the close of ' The Princess.' " Those who disagree with Tenny- son's presentation acknowledge that if it be not true it is well told. His Ida is, in truth, a beautiful and heroic figure : — ) " She bow'd as if to veil a noble tear. Not peace she looked, the Head : but rising up Robed in the long night of her deep hair, so To the open window moved. She stretched her arms and call'd Across the tumult and the tumult fell." Of the author's shortcomings in this and other poems we have to speak hereafter. I leave " The Princess," deeming it the most varied and interesting of his works with respect to freshness and invention. All mankind love a story-teller such as Tennyson, by this creation, proved himself to be. In the youth of poets it is the material value of their work that makes it precious, and for certain gifts of language and color we esteem one more highly than another. When a sweet singer dies pre- maturely, we lament his loss ; but in a poet's later years character and intellect begin to tell. His other gifts being equal, he who has the more vigorous mind will draw ahead of his fellows, and take the front position. Tennyson, like Browning and Arnold, has that which Keats was bereft of, and which Wordsworth, Landor, and Procter possessed in full measure, — the gift of years, and must be judged according to his fortune. In mental ability he comes near to the greatest of the five, and in synthetic grasp surpasses them* all. Arnold's thought is wholly included m IVoman's Rights. Tennysofi' s intellectual growth and advantage. 1 68 ALFRED TENNYSON. The prittu of life. " In Menio- riatn" 1850. His tnost unique and distinctive production. Elegiac master- fieces. This poem the greatest 0/ tliem all. Tennyson ; if you miss Browning's psychology, you find a more varied analysis, qualified by wise restraint. His intellectual growth has steadily progressed, and is reflected in the nature of his successive poems. At the age of forty a man, blessed with a sound mind in a sound bod}^, should reach the maturity of his intellectual power. At such a period Tennyson produced In Memoriam, his most characteristic and significant work : not so ambitious as his epic of King Arthur, but more distinctively a poem of this century, and displaying the author's genius in a sub- jective form. In it are concentrated his wisest re- flections upon life, death, and immortality, the worlds within and without, while the whole song is so largely uttered, and so joervaded with the singer's manner, that any isolated line is recognized at once. This work stands by itself : none can essay another upon its model, without yielding every claim to personality and at the risk of an inferiority that would be ap- palling. The strength of Tennyson's intellect has full sweep in this elegiac poem, — the great threnody of our language, by virtue of unique conception and power. " Lycidas," with its primrose beauty and varied lofty flights, is but the extension of a theme set by Moschus and Bion. Shelley, in " Adonais," despite his spiritual ecstasy and splendor of lament, followed the same masters, — yes, and took his land- scape and imagery from distant climes. Swinburne's dirge for Baudelaire is a wonder of melody ; nor do we forget the " Thyrsis " of Arnold, and other modern ventures in a direction where the sweet and absolute solemnity of the Saxon tongue is most apparent. Still, as an original and intellectual production, " la Memoriam " is beyond them all : and a more im'por- 'IN memoriam: 169 tant, though possibly no more enduring, creation of rhythmic art. The metrical form of this work deserves attention. The author's choice of the transposed-quatrain verse was a piece of good fortune. Its hymnal quality, finely exemplified in the opening prayer, is always impressive, and, although a monotone, no more mo- notonous than the sounds of nature, — the murmur of ocean, the soughing of the mountain pines. Were " In Memoriam " written in direct quatrains, I think the effect would grow to be unendurable. The work as a whole is built up of successive lyrics, each ex- pressing a single phase of the poet's sorrow-brooding thought ; and here again is followed the method of nature, which evolves cell after cell, and, joining each to each, constructs the sentient organization. But Tennyson's art-instincts are always perfect ; he does the fitting thing, and rarely seeks through eccentric and curious movements to attract the popular regard. As to scenery, imagery, and general treatment, " In Memoriam " is eminently a British poem. The grave, majestic, hymnal measure swells like the peal of an organ, yet acts as a brake on undue spasmodic out- bursts of discordant grief. A steady, yet varying marche funebre ; a sense of passion held in check, of reserved elegiac power. For the strain is ever^'where calm, even in rehearsing a bygone violence of emo- tion, along its passage from woe to desolation, and anon, by tranquil stages, to reverence, thought, aspira- tion, endurance, hope. On sea and shore the ele- ments are calm ; even the wild winds and snows of winter are brought in hand, and made subservient, as the bells ring out the dying year, to the new birth of Nature and the sure purpose of eternal God. 8 Its metrical and stamaic arrange- ment. A thorough- ly 7iational poem. Rhythmic grandeur and solem- nity. I/O ALFRED TENNYSON. Incorrect estimates. Faith and doubt. Poetic use of scientific wateriai. Critical objections are urged against " In Memo- riam " ; mostly, in my opinion, such as more fitly apply to poems upon a lower grade. It is said to present a confusion of religion and skepticism, an attempt to reconcile faith and knowledge, to blend the feeling of Dante with that of Lucretius ; but, if this be so, the author only follows the example of his generation, and the more faithfully gives voice to its spiritual questionings. Even here he is accused of " idealizing the thoughts of his contemporaries " ; to which we rejoin, in the words of another, " that great writers do not anticipate the thought of their age ; they but anticipate its expression." His scien- tific language and imagery are censured also, but do not his efforts in this direction, tentative as they are, constitute a merit? Failing, as others have failed, to reconcile poetry and metaphysics, he succeeds better in speculations inspired by the revelations of lens and laboratory. Why should not such facts be taken into account? The phenomenal stage of art is pass- ing away, and all things, even poetic diction and metaphor, must endure a change. It is absurd to think that a man like Tennyson will rest content with ignoring or misstating what has become every-day knowledge. The spiritual domain is still the poet's own ; but let his illustrations be derived from living truths, rather than from the worn and ancient fables of the pastoral age. A certain writer declares that Tennyson shows sound sense instead of imaginative power. Not only sense, methinks, but " the sanity of true genius " ; and the Strephon-and-Chloe singers must change their tune, or be left without a hearing. A charge requiring more serious consideration is that the sorrow of " In Memoriam " is but food for thought, 'IN ME MORI am: 171 a passion of the head, not of the heart. The poet, however, has reached a philosophical zenith of his life, far above ignoble weakness, and performs the office which an enfranchised spirit might well require of him ; building a mausoleum of immortal verse, — conceiving his friend as no longer dead, but as hav- ing solved the mysteries they so often have discussed together. If there is didacticism in the poem, it is a teaching which leads ad astra, by a path strictly within the province of an elegiac minstrel's song. For the rest, " In Memoriam " is a serene and truthful panorama of refined experiences ; filled with pictures of gentle, scholastic life, and of English scenery through all the changes of a rolling year ; expressing, moreover, the thoughts engendered by these changes. When too sombre, it is lightened by sweet reminiscences ; when too light, recalled to grief by stanzas that have the deep solemnity of a passing bell. Among its author's productions it is the one most valued by educated and professional readers. Recently, a number of authors having been asked to name three leading poems of this century which they would most prefer to have written, each gave " In Memoriam " either the first or second place upon his list. Obviously it is not a work to read at a sitting, nor to take up in every mood, but one in which we are sure to find something of worth in every stanza. It contains more notable sayings than any other of Tennyson's poems. The wisdom, yearn- ings, and aspirations of a noble mind are here; curi- ous reasoning, for once, is not out of place; the poet's imagination, shut in upon itself, strives to irradiate with inward light the mystic problems of life. At the close, Nature's eternal miracle is made symbolici ll^tsdo?n spiritualized h grief. General qiuility of this noble poem. Admired by men 0/ let- ters. 1/2 ALFRED TENNYSON. Poet -Laure- ate of Eng- land, Nov. 21, 1850. The Wel- lington Ode- Forced qual- ity of his occasional pieces. of the soul's palingenesis, and the tender and beau- tiful marriage-lay tranquillizes the reader with the thought of the dear common joys which are the heri- tage of every living kind. III. In the year 1850 Tennyson received the laurel, and almost immediately was called upon by the national sentiment to exercise the functions of his poetic office. The " Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington " was the first, and remains the most ambitious, of his patriotic lyrics. This tribute to the " last great Englishman " may fairly be pronounced equal to the occasion ; a respectable performance for Tennyson, a strong one for another poet. None but a great artist could have written it, yet it scarcely is a great poem, and certainly, though Tennyson's most important ode, is not comparable with his pred- ecessor's lofty discourse upon the " Intimations of Immortality." Several passages have become folk- words, such as " O good gray head which all men knew ! " and " This is England's greatest son, — He that gain'd a hundred fights, Nor ever lost an English gun ! " but the ode, upon the whole, is labored, built up of high-sounding lines and refrains after the manner of Dryden, in which rhetoric often is substituted for imagination and richness of thought. The Laureate never has been at ease in handling events of the day. To his brooding and essentially poetic nature such matters seem of no more moment, beside the mysteries of eternal beauty and truth, 'MAUD, AND OTHER POEMS: 173 than was the noise of catapults and armed men to Archimedes studying out problems during the city's siege. If he succeeds at all with them, it is by sheer will and workmanship. Even then his voice is hollow, and his didacticism, as in " Maud," arti- ficial and insincere. The laurel, and the fame which now had come to him, seemed for a time to bring him more in sympathy with his countrymen, and he made an honest endeavor to rehearse their achieve- ments in his song. The result, seen in the volume Maud, and Other Poems, illustrates what I say. Here are contained his prominent occasional pieces, " The Charge of the Light Brigade," the Wellington ode, and the metrical romance from which the volume takes its name. After several revisions, the Balak- lavan lyric has passed into literature, but ranks below the nobler measures of Drayton and Campbell. " Maud," however, with its strength and weakness, has divided public opinion more than any other of the author's works. I think that his judicious students will not demur to my opinion that it is quite below his other sustained productions ; rather, that it is not sustained at all, but, while replete with beauties, weak and uneven as a whole, — and that this is due to the poet's having gone outside his own nature, and to his surrender of the joy of art, in an effort to produce something that should at once catch the favor of the multitude. " Maud " is scanty in theme, thin in treatment, poor in thought ; but has musical episodes, with much fine scenery and diction. It is a greater medley than "The Princess," shifting from vague speculations to passionate outbreaks, and glorying in one famous and beautiful nocturne, — but all intermixed with The volume o/iiss- "Maud." 174 ALFRED TENNYSON. Lyric and idyllic verse. cheap satire, and conspicuous for affectations un- worthy of the poet. The pity of it was that this production appeared when Tennyson suddenly had become fashionable, in England and America, through his accession to the laureate's honors, and for this reason, as well as for its theme and eccentric qual- ities, had a wider reading than his previous works : not only among the masses, to whom the other vol- umes had been sealed books, but among thoughtful people, who now first made the poet's acquaintance and received " Maud " as the foremost example of his style. First impressions are lasting, and to this day Tennyson is deemed, by many of the latter class, an apostle of tinsel and affectation. In our own country especially, his popular reputation began with " Maud," — a work which, for lack of construc- tive beauty, is the opposite of his other narrative poems. A pleasing feature of the volume of 1855 was an idyl, " The Brook," which is charmingly finished and contains a swift and rippling inter-lyric delightful to every reader. A winsome, novel stanzaic form, possi- bly of the Laureate's own invention, is to be found in " The Daisy," and in the Horatian lines to his friend Maurice. Here, too, is much of that felicitous word-painting for which he is deservedly renowned : — " O Milan, O the chanting quires, The giant windows' blazon'd fires. The height, the space, the gloom, the glory ! A mount of marble, a hundred spires ! ■ • ■ ■ • " How faintly-flush'd, how phantom-fair, Was Monte Rosa, hanging there A thousand shadowy-pencill'd valleys And snowy dells in a golden air." 'IDYLS OF THE KING: 175 We come at last to Tennyson's master-work, so recently brought to a completion after the labor of twenty years, — during which period the separate Idyls of the King had appeared from time to time. Nave and transept, aisle after aisle, the Gothic min- ster has extended, until, with the addition of a cloister here and a chapel yonder, the structure stands com- plete. I hardly think that the poet at first expected to compose an epic. It has grown insensibly, under the hands of one man who has given it the best years of his life, — but somewhat as Wolf conceived the Homeric poems to have grown, chant by chant, until the time came for the whole to be welded to- gether in heroic form. Yet in other great epics the action rarely ceases, the links are connected, and the movement continues from day to day until the end. Here, we have a series of idyls, — like the tapestr}^- work illustrations of a romance, scene after scene, with much change of actors and emotions, yet all leading to one solemn and tragic close. It is the epic of chivalry, — the Christian ideal of chivalry which we have deduced from a barbaric source, — our concep- tion of what knighthood should be, rather than what it really was ; but so skilfully wrought of high imag- inings, faery spells, fantastic legends, and mediaeval splendors, that the whole work, suffused with the Tennysonian glamour of golden mist, seems like a chronicle illuminated by saintly hands, and often blazes with light like that which flashed from the holy wizard's book when the covers were unclasped. And, indeed, if this be not the greatest narrative- poem since " Paradise Lost," what other English production are you to name in its place ? Never so lofty as the grander portions of Milton's epic, " Idyls of tke King" 1859-72. A n epic of ideal chiv' airy. 1/6 ALFRED TENNYSON. Malory's "Le Morte Darthur," 1485- Tennyson a Pre-Raph- aelite in youth. His love 0/ tUfgory. it is more evenly sustained and has no long prosaic passages ; while " Paradise Lost " is justly declared to be a work of superhuman genius impoverished by dreary wastes of theology. Tennyson early struck a vein in the black-letter compilation of Sir Thomas Malory. A tale was already fashioned to his use, from which to derive his legends and exalt them with whatsoever spiritual meanings they might require. The picturesque qual- ities of the old Anglo-Breton romance fascinated his youth, and found lyrical expression in the weird, melodious, Pre-Raphaelite ballad of " The Lady of Shalott." The young poet here attained great ex- cellence in a walk which Rossetti and his pupils have since chosen for their own, and his early studies are on a level with some of their master- pieces. Until recently, they have made success in this direction a special aim, while Tennyson would not be restricted even to such attractive work, but went steadily on, claiming the entire field of im- aginative research as the poet's own. His strong allegorical bent, evinced in that early lyric, was heightened by analysis of the Arthurian legends. The English caught this tendency, long since, from the Italians ; the Elizabethan era was so charged with it, that the courtiers of the Virgin Queen hardly could speak without a mystical double- meaning, — for an illustration of which read the dialogue in certain portions of Kingsley's " Amyas Leigh." From Sidney and Spenser down to plain John Bunyan, and even to Sir Walter Scott, allegory is a natural English mode ; and, while adopted in several of Tennyson's pieces, it finds a special development in the "Idyls of the King." 'IDYLS OF THE KING: 177 The name thus bestowed upon the early instal- ments of this production seems less adapted to its complete form. Like the walls of Troy, it " Rose slowly to a music slowly breathed, A cloud that gathered shape." The shape no longer is idyllic, and doubt no longer exists whether a successful epic can be written in a mature period of national literature. We have one here, but subdivided into ten distinct poems, each of which suits the canonical requirement, and may be read at a single sitting. To my mind, there is a marked difference in st}'le between the original and later portions of this work. The " Morte d'Arthur " of 1842 is Homeric to the farthest degree possible in the slow, Saxon move- ment of the verse \ grander, with its " hollow oes and aes," than any succeeding canto, always except- ing " Guinevere." Nor do I think the later idyls equal to those four which first were issued in one volume, and which so cleared the Laureate's fame from the doubts suggested by " Maud, and Other Poems." " Vivien " is a bold and subtle analysis, a closer study of certain human types than Tenny- son is wont to make. " Elaine " still remains, for pathetic sweetness and absolute beauty of narrative and rhythm, dearest to the heart of maiden, youth, or sage. " Enid," while upon the lower level of " Pelleas and Ettarre " and " Gareth and Lynette," is clear and strong, and shows a freedom from mannerism characteristic of the author's best period. It would seem that his creative vigor reached its height during the composition of these four idyls ; certainly, since the production of " Enoch Arden," 8* L Distinction betzveen the early and later blank- * verse. Vivien." 'Elaine." "E,iid." " Pelleas and Et- tarre." 178 ALFRED TENNYSON. " Guine- vere " the Laureate^ s most dra- matic and imaginative work. " The Pass- ing of Ar- thur ." at an early subsequent date, he has not advanced in freshness and imagination. His greatest achievement still is that noblest of modern episodes, the canto entitled " Guinevere," surcharged with tragic pathos and high dramatic power. He never has so reached the passio vera of the early dramatists as in this im- posing scene. There is nothing finer in modern verse than the interview between Arthur and his remorseful wife; nothing loftier than the passage beginning — " Lo ! I forgive thee, as Eternal God Forgives : do thou for thine own soul the rest. But how to take last leave of all I loved ? golden hair, with which I used to play Not knowing ! O imperial-moulded form, And beauty such as never woman wore, Until it came a kingdom's curse with thee — 1 cannot touch thy lips, they are not mine, But Lancelot's : nay, they never were the King's." When this idyl first appeared, what elevation seized upon the soul of every poetic aspirant as he read it ! What despair of rivalling a passion so imagina- tive, an art so majestic and supreme ! I have referred to the Homeric manner of the fragment now made the conclusion of the epic, and entitled " The Passing of Arthur." The magnificent battle-piece, by which it is here preluded, is so dif- ferent in manner from the original " Morte d'Arthur," that both are injured by their juxtaposition. The canto, moreover, plainly weakens at the close. The epic properly ends with the line, " And on the mere the wailing died away." The poet's sense of proportion here works injuri- / 'IDYLS OF THE KING: 17.9 ously, urging him to bring out fully the moral of his allegory, albeit the effect really is harmed by this addition of the sequel, down to the line which finishes the work : — " And the new sun rose bringing the new year." In conclusion, observe the technical features of " Gareth and Lynette," a canto recently added to the poem. It displays Tennyson's latest, not his best manner, carried to an extreme ; the verse is clamped together, with every conjunction omitted that can be spared, yet interspersed with lines of a galloping, redundant nature, as if the Laureate were somewhat influenced by Swinburne and adapt- ing himself to a fashion of the time. A special fault is the substitution of alliteration for the simple excellence of his standard verse. This may be a concession to the modern school, or a result of his mousing among Pre-Chaucerian ballads. It palls on the ear, as does the poet's excessive reiteration and play upon words. We are compensated for all this by a stalwart presentation of that fine old English which Emerson has pronounced " a stern and dread- ful language." The public is indebted to Tennyson for a restoration of precious Saxon words, too long forgotten, which, we trust, will hereafter maintain their ground. He is a purifier of our tongue : a resistant to the novelties of slang and affectation intruded upon our literature by the mixture of races and the extension of English-speaking colonies to every clime and continent in the world. It is not probable that another sustained poem will hereafter be written upon the Arthurian legends. Milton's dream inconsonant with his own time and " Garetk and Ly- nette." Recent man> nerisms. Tennyson's English. i8o ALFRED TENNYSON. Resolute and fortu- nate ad- vance in work and fame. higher aspirations, has, at last, its due fulfilment. The subject waited long, a sleeping beauty, until the "fated fairy-prince" came, woke it into life, and the spell is forever at an end. But who shall say whether future generations will rate this epic as highly as we do ; whether it will stand out like " The Faery Queene " and " Paradise Lost," as one of the epochal compositions by which an age is symbolized? More than one poem, or series of poems, — Drayton's "The Barons' Wars," for in- stance, — has wrongly in its own time been thought a work of this class, though now men say of it that only the shadow of its name remains. At present we have no right to declare of the " Idyls of the King," as of " In Memoriam," that it is so original, so representative both of the author and of his period, as to defy the dust of time. A famous life often falls short of its promise. Temperament and circumstance hedge it with ob- stacles ; or, perhaps, the " Fury with the abhorred shears " slits its thin-spun tissue before the decisive hour. In the case of Tennyson this has been re- versed. He has advanced by regular stages to the highest office of a poet. More fortunate than Lan- dor, he was suited to the time, and the time to his genius ; he has been happier than Keats or Shelley in length of years, and, in ease of circumstances, than Wordsworth, Coleridge, or Hood. Had he died after completing the epic, his work would still seem rounded and complete. Surely a poet's youth- ful dream never was more fully realized, and we must regard the Laureate's genius as developed through good fortune to the utmost degree per- mitted by inherent limitations. 'ENOCH arden: i8i During the growth of this epic he has, however, produced a few other poems which take high rank. Of these, Enoch Arden, in sustained beauty, bears a relation to his shorter pastorals similar to that existing between the epic and his minor heroic-verse. Coming within the average range of emotions, it has been very widely read. This poem is in its author's purest idyllic style ; noticeable for evenness of tone, clearness of diction, successful description of coast and ocean, — finally, for the loveliness and fidelity of its genre scenes. In study of a class below him, hearts "centred in the sphere of com- mon duties," the Laureate is unsurpassed. A far different creation is " Lucretius," a brooding charac- ter with which Tennyson is quite in sympathy. He has invested it with a certain restless grandeur, yet hardly, I should conceive, wrought out the work he thought possible when the theme was first suggested to his mind. He found its limits and contented himself with portraying a gloomy, isolated figure, as strongly and subtly as Browning would have drawn it, and with a terseness beyond the latter's art. I have already spoken of " The Golden Supper " and "Aylmer's Field." Among other and better pieces, " Sea-Dreams," — a poem of measureless satire and much idyllic beauty, — " Tithonus," " The Voyage," — a fine lyric, and such masterly ballads as "The Victor," "The Captor," and "The Sailor- Boy," will not be forgotten. It is worth while to observe the few dialect poems which Tennyson has written, — thrown off, as if merely to show that he could be easily first in a field which he resigns to others. The " Northern Farmer " ballads, old and "Enoch Arden, and Other Poems," 1864. " Lucre- tius." Miscellane- ous pieces. Dialect poems, etc. 1 82 ALFRED TENNYSON. Character- istics of Tennyson'' s genius. Synthetic perfection. Lack (if spirit and qitality. new, are the best English dialect studies of our time. Among his minor diversions are light oc- casional pieces and some experiments in classical measures, — often finished sketches, germs of works to which he has given no further attention. He saw that " Boadicea " offered no such field as that afforded by the Arthurian legends, and wisely gave it over. Again, he unquestionably could have made a great blank-verse translation of Homer, but chose the better part in devoting his middle life solely to creative work. The world can ill afford to lose a poet's golden prime in the labors of a translator. IV. In whatsoever light we examine the characteristics of the Laureate's genius, the complete and even balance of his poetry is from first to last con- spicuous. It exhibits that just combination of lyrical elements which makes a symphony, wherein it is difficult to say what quality predominates. Review- ing minor poets, we think this one attractive for the wild flavor of his unstudied verse ; another, for the gush and music of his songs ; a third, for idyllic sweetness or tragic power ; but in Tennyson we have the strong repose of art, whereof — as of the perfection of nature — the world is slow to tire. It has become conventional, but remember that nothing endures to the point of conventionalism which is not based upon lasting rules ; that it once was new and refreshing, and is sure, in future days, to regain the early charm. The one thing longed for, and most frequently missed, in work of this kind, is the very wilding ANALYSIS OF HIS GENIUS. 183 flavor of which I speak. We are not always broad enough and elevated enough to be content with symphonic art. Guinevere wearies of Arthur. There are times when a tart apple, a crust of bread, a bit of wild honey, are worth more to us than all the delicacies of the larder. We wish more rugged outbreaks, more impetuous discords ; we listen for the sudden irregular trill of the thicket songster. The fulness of Tennyson's art evades the charm of spontaneity. How rarely he takes you by sur- prise ! His stream is sweet, assured, strong ; but how seldom the abrupt bend, the plunge of the cataract, the thunder and the spray ! Doubtless he has enthusiasms, but all are held in hand ; college- life, study, restraint, comfort, reverence, have done their work upon him. He is well broken, as we say of a thoroughbred, — proud and true, and, though he makes few bursts of speed, keeps easily forward, and is sure to be first at the stand. We come back to the avowal that in technical excellence, as an artist in verse, Alfred Tennyson is the greatest of modern poets. Other masters, old or new, have surpassed him in special instances ; but he is the one who rarely nods, and who always finishes his verse to the extreme. Not that he is free from weaknesses : to the present day, when pushed for inspiration, he resorts to inventions as disagreeable as the affectation which repelled many healthy minds from his youthful lyrics. Faults of this sort, in " Maud " and later poems, have somewhat prejudiced another class of readers, — people who, with what a critic denominates their " eighteenth century " taste, still pay homage to the genius of Pope for merits which the Laureate has in even A great and conscientious artist. 1 84 ALFRED TENNYSON. Points of resemblance between Tennyson and Pope. greater excess. A question recently has been mooted, whether Milton, were he living in our time, could write "Paradise Lost"? A no less interesting conjecture would relate to the kind of poetry that we should have from Pope, were he of Tennyson's generation. The physical traits of the two men being so utterly at variance, no doubt many will scout my suggestion that the verse of the former might closely resemble that of the latter. Pope excelled in qualities which, mutatis mutandis, are noticeable in Tennyson : finish and minuteness of detail, and the elevation of common things to fanci- ful beauty. Here, again, compare "The Rape of the Lock" with "The Sleeping Beauty," and espe- cially with " The Talking Oak." A faculty of " say- ing things," which, in Pope (his being a cruder age, when persons needed that homely wisdom which seems trite enough in our day), became didacticism, in Tennyson is sweetly natural and poetic. Since the period of the " Essay on Man," from what writer can you cull so many wise and fine proverbial phrases as from the poet who says : — "'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all " ; "Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood " ; "There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds " ; who puts the theory of evolution in a couplet when he sings of " one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves"; TENNYSON AND POPE. 185 who so tersely avows that " Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers " ; " Things seen are mightier than things heard " ; and, again : — *' Old age hath yet his honor and his toil " ; from whom else so many of these proverbs, which are not isolated, but, as in Pope's works, recur by tens and scores ? Curious felicities of verse : — " Laborious orient ivory sphere in sphere " ; lines which record the most exquisite thrills of life : — " Our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips " ; and unforgotten similes : — "Dear as remembered kisses after death"; — such beauties as these occur in multitudes, and lit- erally make up the body of the Laureate's song. In feeling, imagination, largeness of heart and head, the diminutive satirist can enter into no comparison with our poet, but the situation is otherwise as respects finish and moralistic power. The essence of Pope's art was false, because it was the product of a false age ; Dryden had been his guide to the stilted hero- ics of the French school, which so long afterwards. Pope lending them such authority, stalked through English verse. In this day he would, like Tennyson, have found his masters among the early, natural poets, or obtained, in a direct manner, what classi- cism he needed, and not through Gallic filters. Yet it is not long since I heard an eminent man laud- ing Pope for the very characteristics which, as here Points of difference, subjective and objec- tive. 1 86 ALFRED TENNYSON. Supreme and cojnplex ntodern art. shown, are conspicuous in Tennyson ; and decrying the latter, misled by that chance acquaintance with his poetry which is worse than no acquaintance at all. In siiggestiveness Pope was singularly deficient : his constructive faculty so prevailed, that he left nothing to the reader's fancy, but explained to the end. He had no such moods as those evoked by " Tears, idle tears," and " Break, break, break ! " and therefore his verses never suggest them. In irony Tennyson would equal Pope, had he not risen above it. The man who wrote " The New Timon and the Poets," and afterwards rebuked himself for so doing, could write another " Dunciad," or, without resort to any models, a still more j^olished and bitter satire of his own. Tennyson's original and fastidious art is of itself a theme for an essay. The poet who studies it may well despair ; he never can excel it, and is tempted to a reactionary carelessness, trusting to make his individuality felt thereby. Its strength is that of per- fection ; its weakness, the over-perfection which marks a still-life painter. Here is the absolute sway of metre, compelling every rhyme and measure needful to the thought ; here are sinuous alliterations, unique and varying breaks and pauses, winged flights and falls, the glory of sound and color, everywhere pres- ent, or, if missing, absent of the poet's free will. Art so complex was not possible until centuries of litera- ture had passed, and an artist could overlook the field, essay each style, and evolve a metrical result, which should be to that of earlier periods what the music of Meyerbeer and Rossini is to the narrower range of Piccini or Gluck. In Tennyson's artistic conscientiousness, he is the opposite of that com- HIS DESCRIPTIVE POWER. 187 peer who approaches him most nearly in years and strength of intellect, Robert Browning. His gift of language is not so copious as Swinburne's, yet through its use the higher excellence is attained. But I shall elsewhere write of these matters. Let me conclude my remarks upon the Laureate's art with a reference to his unfailing taste and sense of the fitness of things. This is neatly exemplified in the openings, and espe- cially in the endings, of his idyls. " Audley Court " very well illustrates what I mean. Observe, also, the beautiful dedication of his collected works to the Queen, and the solemn and faithful character-painting of the tribute to Prince Albert which forms the prelude to the Idyls of the King. The two dedications are equal to the best ever written, and each is a poem by itself. They fully sustained the wisdom of Victo- ria's choice of a successor to " This laurel greener from the brows Of him that uttered nothing base." Leaving the architecture of Tennyson's poetry and coming to the sentiment which it seeks to express, we are struck at once by the fact that an idyllic, or picturesque mode of conveying that sentiment is the one natural to this poet, if not the only one permitted by his limitations. In this he surpasses all the poets since Theocritus ; and his work is greater than the Syracusan's, because his thought and period are greater. His eyes are his purveyors ; with " wis- dom at one entrance quite shut out " he would be helpless. To use the lingo of the phrenologists, his locality is better than his individuality. He does not, like- Browning, catch the secret of a master-passion, nor, like the old dramatists, the very life of action ; Browning. Swinburne. Taste. The Laure- ate an idyl- list. i88 ALFRED TENNYSON. His descrip- tive/acuity. l^imitaiions. on the contrary, he gives us an ideal picture of an ideal person, but set against a background more tangible than other artists can draw, — making the accessories, and even the atmosphere, convey the meaning of his poem. As we study his verse, and the sound and color of it enter our souls, we think with him, we partake of his feeling, and are led to regions which he finds himself unable to open for us except in this suggestive way. The fidelity of his accessories is peculiar to the time : realistic, without the Flemish homeliness ; true as Pre-Raphaelitism, but mellowed with the atmosphere of a riper art. This idyllic method is not that of the most inspired poets and the most impassioned periods. But, merely as a descriptive writer, who is so delightful as Ten- nyson ? He has the unerring first touch, which in a single line proves the artist; and it justly has been remarked that there is more true English landscape in many an isolated stanza of " In Memoriam " than in the whole of " The Seasons," — that vaunted de- scriptive poem of a former century. A paper has been written upon the Lincolnshire scenery depicted in his poems, and we might have others, just as well, upon his marine or highland views. He is a born observer of physical nature, and, whenever he applies an adjective to some object, or passingly alludes to some phenomenon which others have not noted, is almost infallibly correct. Possibly he does this too methodically, but his opponents cannot deny that his outdoor rambles are guided by their eloquent apostle's "Lamp of Truth." His limitations are nearly as conspicuous as his abundant gifts. They are indicated, first, by a style pronounced to the degree of mannerism, and, sec- HIS LIMITATIONS. 189 ondly, by failure, until within a very recent date, to produce dramatic work of the genuine kind. With respect to his style, it may be said that Tennyson — while objective in the variety of his themes, and in ability to separate his own experi- ence from their development — is the most sub- jective of poets in the distinguishable flavor of his language and rhythm. Reading him you might not guess his life and story, — the reverse of which is true with Byron, whom I take as a familiar example of the subjective in literature ; nevertheless, it is im- possible to observe a single line, or an entire speci- men, of the Laureate's poems, without feeling that they are in the handwriting of the same master, or of some disciple who has caught his fascinating and contagious st}de. I speak of his second limitation, with a full knowledge that many claim a dramatic crown for the author of the " Northern Farmer," " Tithonus," " St. Simeon Stylites," — for the poet of the Round Table and the Holy Grail. But isolated studies are not sufficient : a group of living men and women is necessary to broad dramatic action. Tennyson forces his characters to adapt themselves to pre- conceived, statuesque ideals of his own. His chief success is with those in humble life • in " Enoch Arden," and elsewhere, he has very sweetly depicted the emotions of simple natures, rarely at a sublime height or depth of passion. He also draws — with an easy touch occasionally found in the prose of the author of " The Warden " — a group of sturdy, refined, comfortable fellows upon their daily ram- bles, British and modern in their wholesome talk. But the true dramatist instinctively portrays either Cp.pageiqu Style. Lack of the true dra- matic gift- Cp. " Poets 0/ Amer- ica " ; pp. 204, 467. IQO ALFRED TENNYSON. Effect of a secluded life. Cp. " Poets of A mer- ica" : pp. '55. 156. His ideal personages. exceptional characters, or ordinary beings in im- passioned and extraordinary moods. This Tennyson rarely essays to do, except when presenting imagi- nary heroes of a visioned past. A great master of contemplative, descriptive, or lyrical verse, he falls short in that combination of action and passion which we call dramatic, and often gives us a series of mar- vellous tableaux in lieu of exalted speech and deeds. This lack of individuality is somewhat due to the influence of the period ; largely, also, to ths habit of solitude which the poet has chosen to in- dulge. His life has been passed among his books or in the seclusion of rural haunts ; when in town, in the company of a few chosen friends. This has heightened his tendency to reverie, and unfitted him to distinguish sharply between men and men. The great novelists of our day, who correspond to the dramatists of a past age, have plunged into the roar of cities and the thick of the crowd, touching people closely and on every side. It must be owned that we do not find in their works that close knowledge of inanimate nature for which Tennyson has fore- gone "the proper study of mankind." The one seems to curtail the other, Wordsworth's writings being another example in point. " Men my brothers, men the workers," sings the Laureate, and is pleased to watch and encourage them, but always from afar. With few exceptions, then, his most poetical types of men and women are not substantial beings, but beautiful shadows, which, like the phantoms of a stereopticon, dissolve if you examine them too long and closely. His knights are the old bequest of chiv- alry, yet how stalwart and picturesque ! His early ideals of women are cathedral-paintings, — scarcely PERFECTLY ADAPTED TO HIS TIME. 191 flesh and blood, but certain attributes personified and made angelical. Where a story has been made for him he is more dramatic. Arthur, Lancelot, Merlin, Guinevere, are strong, wise, or beautiful, and so we find them in the chronicle from which the poet drew his legend. He has advanced them to the require- ments of modern Christianity, yet hardly created them anew. It is not improbable that Tennyson may force himself to compose some notably dramatic work \ but only through skill and strength of purpose, in this age, and with his habit of life. In a dramatic period he might find himself as sadly out of place as Bed- does, Darley, Landor, have been in his own century. By sheer good fortune he has flourished in a time calling for tenderness, thought, excellent workman- ship, and not for wild extremes of power. So chaste, varied, and tuneful are his notes, that they are scorn- fully compared to piano-music, in distinction from what he himself has entitled the " God-gifted organ voice of England." Take, however, the piano as an instrumental expression of recent musical taste, and see to what a height of execution, of capacity to give almost universal pleasure, the art of playing it has been carried. A great pianist is a great artist ; and it is no light fame which holds, with relation to poetry, the supremacy awarded to Liszt or Schumann by the refined musicians of our time. The cast of Tennyson's intellect is such, that his social rank, his training at an old university, and his philosophic learning have bred in him a liberal con- servatism. Increase of ease and of fame has strength- ened his inclination to accept things as they are, and, while recognizing the law of progress, to make no undue effort to hasten the order of events. He He may yet write (ijine drama. P. S. See p. i,\s,and cp. " Poets of Amer- ica " .• A 467. Perfectly adapted to his time. A liberal conserva- tive : 192 ALFRED TENNYSON. In politics, and in re- ligion. A rlistic reverence. sees that "the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns," but is not the man to lead a reform, or to disturb the pleasant conditions in which his lot is cast. No personal wrong has allied him to the oppressed and struggling classes, yet he is too intellectual not to perceive that such wrongs exist. It must be remembered that Shakespeare and Goethe were no more heroic. Just so with his re- ligious attitude. Reverence for beauty would of itself dispose him to love the ivied Church, with all its art, and faith, and ancestral legendary associations ; and therefore, while amply reflecting in his verse the doubt and disquiet of the age, his tranquil sense of order, together with the failure of iconoclasts to sub- stitute any creed for that which they are breaking down, have brought him to the position of stanch Sir William Petty {obiit 1687), who wrote in his will these memorable words : " As for religion, I die in the profession of that Faith, and in the practice of such Worship, as I find established by the law of my country, not being able to believe what I myself please, nor to worship God better than by doing as I would be done unto, and observing the laws of my country, and expressing my love and honor unto Almighty God by such signs and tokens as are un- derstood to be such by the people with whom I live, God knowing my heart even without any at all." So far as the "religion of art" is concerned, Ten- nyson is the most conscientious of devotees. Through- out his work we find a pure and thoughtful purpose, abhorrent of the mere licentious passion for beauty, "such as lurks In some wild Poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim." WORDSWORTH UPON SCIENCE AND POETRY. 193 In my remarks upon " In Memoriam " I have shown that in one direction he readily keeps pace with the advance of modern thought. A leading mission of .his art appears to be that of hastening the transition of our poetic nomenclature and imagery from the old or phenomenal method to one in accordance with knowledge and truth. His laurel is brighter for the fact that he constantly avails himself of the results of scientific discovery, without making them prosaic. This tendency, beginning with " Locksley Hall " and " The Princess," has increased with him to the present time. If modern story-writers can make the wonders of chemistry and astronomy the basis of tales more fascinating to children than the Arabian Nights, why should not the poet explore this field for the creation of a new imagery and expression ? There is a remark- able passage in Wordsworth's preface to the second edition of his poems ; a prophecy which, half a cen- tury ago, could only have been uttered by a man of lofty intellect and extraordinary premonition of changes even now at hand : — "The objects of the poet's thoughts are ever\'- where ; though the eyes and senses of men are, it is true, his favorite guides, yet he will follow whereso- ever he can find an atmosphere of sensation in which to move his wings. Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge, — it is immortal as the heart of man. If the labors of the men of science should ever create any material revolution, direct or indirect, in our con- dition, and in the impressions which we habitually receive, the poet will sleep then no more than at present ; he will be ready to follow the steps of the man of science, not only in those general indirect effects, but he will be at his side, carrying sensation 9 M His verse conformed to modern progress and discovery. Words- worth upon the future relations of Science and Poetry. See also page 15. 194 ALFRED TENNYSON. Tnine's afialysis : into the midst of the objects of the science itself. The remotest discoveries of the chemist, the bot- anist, or mineralogist will be as proper objects of the poet's art as any upon which it can be employed, (/ the time should ever come when these thhigs shall be familiar to us, and the relations wider which they are contemplated by the followers of the respective sciences shall be manifestly and palpably material to us as enjoy- ing and suffering beings. If the time should ever come when what is now called scie?ice, thus familiarized to men, shall be ready to put on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the poet will lend his divijie spirit to aid the transfguration, and will welcome the Being thus pro- duced, as a dear and genuine in?nate of the household of man.^' It is not unlikely that Tennyson was early im- pressed by these profound observations ; at all events, he has seen the truths of science becoming familiar "to the general," and has governed his art accord- ingly. The poet and man of science have a common ground, since few discoveries are made without the exercise of the poet's special gift, — the imagination. This faculty is required to enable a child to compre- hend any scientific paradox : for instance, that of the rotation of the Earth upon its axis. The imagination of an investigator advances from one step to another, and thus, in a certain sense, the mental processes of a Milton and a Newton are near akin. A plod- ding, didactic intellect is not strictly scientific ; nor will great poetry ever spring from a merely phan- tasmal brain: "best bard because the wisest," sings the poet. M. Taine's chapter upon Tennyson .shows an intelli- gent perception of the Laureate's relations to his time, TAINE'S ESTIMATE OF HIM. 195 and especially to England ; but though containing a fine interlude upon the perennial freshness of a poet and the zest which makes nature a constant surprise to him, — declaring that the poet, in the presence of this world, is as the first man on the first day, — with all this excellence the chapter fails to rightly appre- ciate Tennyson, and overestimates Alfred de Musset in comparison. M. Taine's failure, I think, is due to the fact that no one, however successful in mastering a foreign language, can fully enter into that nicety of art which is the potent witchery of Tennyson's verse. The minute distinction between one poem and another, where the ideas are upon a level, and the difference is one of essential flavor, a foreigner loses without perceiving his loss. Precisely this deli- cacy of aroma separates Tennyson from other masters of verse. An English school-girl will see in his work a beauty that wholly escapes the most accomplished Frenchman : the latter may have ten times her knowl- edge of the language, but she "hears a voice he cannot hear " and feds an influence he never can fairly understand. Again, M. Taine does not allow credit for the importance of the works actually pro- duced by Tennyson. Largeness and proportion go for something in edifices ; and although De Musset, the errant, impassioned, suffering Parisian, had the sacred fire, and gave out burning flashes here and there, his light was fitful, nor long sustained, and we think rather of what one so gifted ought to have accomplished than of what he actually did. But Taine's catholicity, and the very fact that he is a foreigner, have protected him, on the other hand, from the overweening influence of Tennyson's art, that holds us Its defects. De Musset. Wherein tJie French critic Jias succeeded. 196 ALFRED TENNYSON. Tennyson and Byron .' A contrast. " Above the subject, as strong gales Hold swollen clouds from raining " ; have made him a wiser judge of the poet's intellect- ual and imaginative position. In this matter he is like a deaf man watching a battle, undisturbed by the bewildering power of sound. His remarks upon the limitations of a " comfortable, luxurious, English " muse are not without reason ; all in all, he has a just idea of Tennyson's representative attitude in the present state of British thought and art. He has laid too little stress upon the difference between Tennyson and Byron, by observing which we gather a clearer estimate of the former's genius than in any other way. Tennyson is the antithesis of Byron, in both the form and spirit of his song. The Georgian poet, with all the glow of genius, constantly giving utter- ance to condensed and powerful expressions, never attempted condensation in his general style ; there was nothing he so little cared for ; his inspiration must have full flow and break through every barrier ; it was the roaring of a mighty wind, the current of a great river, — prone to overflow, and often to spread thinly and unevenly upon the shoals and lowlands. Tennyson, though composing an extended work, seeks the utmost terseness of expression ; howsoever com- posite his verse, it is tightly packed and cemented, and decorated to repletion with fretwork and precious stones ; nothing is neglected, nothing wasted, nothing misapplied. You cannot take out a word or sentence without marring the structure, nor can you find a blemish ; while much might ■ be profitably omitted from Byron's longer poems, and their blemishes are frequent as the beauties. Prolixity, diffuseness, were TENNYSON AND BYRON 197 characteristic of Byron's time. Again, Tennyson is greater in analysis and synthesis, the two strong servitors of art. In sense of proportion Byron was all abroad. He struck bravely into a poem, and, trusting to the fire of his inspiration, let it write itself, neither seeing the end nor troubling his mind concerning it. Certainly this was true with regard to his greatest productions, " Childe Harold " and " Don Juan " ; though others, such as " Manfred," were exceptions through dramatic necessity. In Ten- nyson's method, as in architecture, we are sure that the whole structure is foreseen at the outset. Every block is numbered and swings into an appointed place ; often the final portions are made first, that the burden of the plan may be off the designer's mind. Leaving the matter of art, there is no less difference between the two poets as we consider their perceptive and imaginative gifts, and here the largeness of Byron's vision tells in his favor. Ten- nyson, sometimes grand and exalted, is equally deli- cate, — an artist of the beautiful in a minute way. Of this Byron took little account ; his soul was ex- alted by the broad and mighty aspects of nature ; for mosaic-work he was unfitted : a mountain, the sea, a thunder-storm, a glorious woman, — such imposing objects aroused his noble rage. You never could have persuaded him that the microcosm is equal to the macrocosm. Again, his subjectivity, so in- tense, was wholly different from Tennyson's, in that )ie became one with Nature, — a part of that which was around him. Tennyson is subjective, so far as a pervading sameness of style, a landscape seen through one shade of glass, can make him, yet few Liave stood more calmly aloof from NatUiT, and viewed I . Their difference in method I 2. In per- ception and imagina- tion ; 3. In sub- jectivity ; 198 ALFRED TENNYSON. 4. In the matter 0/ influence. A n ideal poetic ca- her more objectively. He contemplates things with- out identifying himself with them. In these respects, Tennyson and Byron not only are antithetical, but — each above his contemporaries — reflect the an- tithetical qualities of their respective eras. In con- clusion, it should be noticed that, although each has had a host of followers, Byron affected the spirit of the people at large, rather than the style of his brother poets ; while Tennyson, through the force of his admirable art, has affected the poets themselves, who do not sympathize with his spirit, but show themselves awed and instructed by his mastery of technics. Byron's influence was national ; that of Tennyson is professional to an unprecedented degree. If the temperament of Byron or of Mrs. Browning may be pronounced an ideal poetic temperament, certainly the career of Tennyson is an ideal poetic career. He has been less in contact with the rude outer world than any poet save Wordsworth ; again, while even the latter wrote much prose, Tennyson, " having wherewithal," and consecrating his life whol- ly to metrical art, has been a verse-maker and noth- ing else. He has passed through all gradations, from obscurity to laurelled fame ; beginning with the lightest lyrics, he has lived to write the one success- ful epic of the last two hundred years ; and though he well might rest content, if contentment were pos- sible to poets and men, with the glory of a far- reaching and apparently lasting renown, he still pursues his art, and seems, unlike Campbell and many another poet, to have no fear of the shadow of his own success. His lot has been truly enviable. We have observed the disadvantages of amateurship in the case of Landor, and noted the limitations A FINAL SUMMARY 199 imposed upon Thomas Hood by the poverty which clung to him through Ufe ; but Tennyson has made the former condition a vantage-ground, and thereby carried his work to a perfection almost unattainable in the experience of a professional, hard-working lit- terateur. Writing as much and as little as he chose, he has escaped the drudgery which breeds contempt. His song has been the sweeter for his retirement, like that of a cicada piping from a distant grove. Reviewing our analysis of his genius and works, we find in Alfred Tennyson the true poetic irritability, a sensitiveness increased by his secluded life, and dis- played from time to time in "the least little touch of the spleen " ; we perceive him to be the most faultless of modern poets in technical execution, but one whose verse is more remarkable for artistic per- fection than for dramatic action and inspired fervor. His adroitness surpasses his invention. Give him a theme, and no poet can handle it so exquisitely, — yet we feel that, with the Malory legends to draw upon, he could go on writing " Idyls of the King " forever. We find him objective in the spirit of his verse, but subjective in the decided manner of his st^'le ; pos- sessing a sense of proportion, based upon the high- est analytic and synthetic powers, — a faculty that can harmonize the incongruous thoughts, scenes, and gen- eral details of a composite period ; in thought resem- bling Wordsworth, in art instructed by Keats, but rejecting the passion of Byron, or having nothing in his nature that aspires to it ; finally, an artist so per- fect in a widely extended range, that nothing of his Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica " ; //. 222, 223. Sutnmary of the fore- going analy- sis. 200 ALFRED TENNYSON. work can be spared, and, in this respect, approaching Horace and outvying Pope ; not one of the great wits nearly allied to madness, yet possibly to be ac- cepted as a wiser poet, serene above the frenzy of the storm ; certainly to be regarded, in time to come, as, all in all, the fullest representative of the refined, speculative, complex Victorian age. CHAPTER VI. TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. HAVING acknowledged Tennyson as master of the idyllic school, — and having seen that his method, during the last thirty years, whatever its strength or weakness, has been conspicuous in the prevailing form and spirit of English verse, — it does not seem amiss, in the case of this poet, to supple- ment my review of his genius and works by some remarks upon the likeness which he bears to the Dorian father of idyllic song, and upon the relations of both the ancient and modern poets to their respec- tive eras. I. Until within a very recent period, the text of the Greek idyls was not embraced in the course of study at our foremost American colleges. Nevertheless, the Greek Reader which, a score of years ago, was largely in use for the preparatory lessons of the high schools, contained, amidst an assorted lot of passages from various writers, that wonderful elegy, " The Epitaph of Bion," whose authorship is attributed to Moschus. The novelty, the beauty, the fresh and modern thought of this undying poem were visible even to the school- fagged intellect of youths to whom poetry was a vague 9* Supple- mental no- tice of Ten- nyson and the idyllic school. " The Epi- taph of Bion." Moschus, III. 202 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. Ohligations to tlie Greek idyllic poets. delight. Well might they be, for this eleg}', — in which the pain and passion of lamentation for a brother-minstrel are sung in strains echoing those which Bion himself had chanted in artificial sorrow for the mystic Adonis, — this perpetual elegy was the mould, if not the inspiration, of four great English dirges : laments beyond which the force of poetic an- guish can no further go, and each of which is but a later affirmation that the ancient pupil of Theocritus found the one key-note to which all high idyllic elegy should be attuned thenceforth. Having made a first acquaintance with the work of Tennyson, — and who does not remember how new and delicious the lyrics of the rising English poet seemed to us, half surfeited, as we were, with the fulness of his predecessors ? — I could not fail to observe a re- semblance between certain portions of his verse and the only Greek idyl which I then knew. For exam- ple, in the use of the elegiac refrain, in the special imagery, in the adaptation of landscape and color to the feeling of a poem, and, often, in the suggestion of the feeling by the mere scenic effect. It was not till after that thorough knowledge of the English master's art, which has been no less absorbing and perilous than instructive to the singers of our period, that I was led to study the entire relics of the Greek idyllic poets. Then, for the first time, I became aware of the immense obligations of Tennyson to Theocritus, not only for the method, sentiment, and purpose, but for the very form and language, which render beautiful much of his most widely celebrated verse. Three points were distinctly brought in view : — I. The likeness of the Victorian to the Alexandrian age. DESIGN OF THIS CHAPTER. 203 2. The close study made by Tennyson of the Syra- cusan idyls, resulting in the adjustment of their struc- ture to English theme and composition, and in the artistic imitation of their choicest passages^ 3. Hence, his own discovery of his proper function as a poet, and the gradual evolution and shaping of his whole literary career. II. The design of this supplemental chapter is to ex- hibit some of the evidences on which the foregoing points are taken. They may interest the student of comparative minstrelsy, as an addition to his list of " Historic Counterparts " in literature, and are worth the attention of that host of readers, so wonted to the faultless art of Tennyson that each trick and turn of his verse, his every image and thought, are more familiar to them than were the sentimental ditties of Moore and the romantic cantos of Scott and Byron to the poetic taste of an earlier genera- tion. And how few, indeed, of his pieces could we spare ! so few, that when he does trifle with his art the critics laugh like school-boys delighted to catch the master tripping for once ; not wholly sure but that the matter may be noble, because, forsooth, he composed it. Yet men, wont to fare sumptuously, will now and then leave their delicate viands un- tasted, and hanker with lusty appetite for ruder and more sinewy fare. We turn again to Byron for sweep and fervor, to Coleridge and Shelley for the music that is divine •, and it is through Wordsworth that we commune with the very spirits of the woodland and the misty mountain winds. Illustration of tJie fore- going points. 204 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. The father of idyllic song. It will not harm the noble army of verse-readers to be guided for a moment to the original fountain of that stream from which they take their favorite draughts. The Sicili^ idyls were very familiar to the dramatists and songsters of Shakespeare's time, and a knowledge of them was affected, at least, by the artificial jinglers of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. Nowa- days, we have Homer and Horace by heart ; but The- ocritus, to most of us, is but the echo of a melodious name. As the creator of the fourth great order of poetry, the composite, or idyllic, he bears to it the relation of Homer to epic, Pindar to lyric, ^schylus to dramatic verse ; and if he had not sung as he song, in Syracuse and Alexandria, two thousand years ago, it is doubtful whether modern English fancy would have been under the spell of that minstrelsy by which it was of late so justly and delightfully enthralled. I do not know that any extended references to our topic were brought together before the appear- ance of a monograph, by the present writer, in which the substance of this chapter first appeared in print ; nevertheless, within the last decade, during a revival of the study and translation of the Greek poets, allu- sions to the relations of Tennyson and Theocritus have been made, and parallel passages occasionally noted, — as by Thackeray in his Anthology, and by Snow in his appendix to the Clarendon school edi- tion of Theocritus, — such waifs confirming me in my recognition of the evidence on which the foregoing statements are adventured. But, even now, many of the Laureate's reviewers, while noticing the " itera- tion " of his refrains, the arrangement of his idyllic songs, etc., seem to be unconscious of the influences under which these at the outset were produced. THE ALEXANDRIAN AGE. 205 Let us briefly consider the likeness of the Victorian to the Alexandrian age. The latter covered the time wherein the city, by which Alexander marked the splendor of his western conquests, was the capital of a new Greece, and had grouped within it all that was left of Hellenic philosophy, beaut)', and power. Latin thought and imagination were still in their dawning, and Alexandria was the centre, the new Athens, of the civilized world. But the period, if not that of a decadence, was reflective, critical, schol- arly, rather than creative ; a comfortable era, in which to live and enjoy the gathered harvests of what had gone before. All the previous history of Greece led up to the high Alexandrian refinement. Her litera- ture had completed a round of four hundred years, of which the first three centuries, in the slower prog- ress of national adolescence, comprised an epic and lyric period, reaching from Homer and Hesiod to Anacreon and Pindar. The remainder was the golden Attic age, the time of the Old, Middle, and New Comedy, of the dramatists from ^schylus to Aris- tophanes. Greek poetry then passed its noontide ; the Alexandrian school arose, flourishing for two centuries before the birth of Christ. Literary accomplishments now were widely diffused. There was a mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease. Tact and scholarship so abounded, that it was diffi- cult to draw the line between talent and genius. We see a period of scholia and revised and anno- tated editions of the elder writers; wherein was done for Homer, Plato, the Hebrew Scriptures, what is now doing for Dante, Shakespeare, and Goethe. Philology came into being, and criticism began to clog the fancy. Schoell says that " the poets were Comparison o/the Victo- rian atid A lexan- drian eras. Cp. Matter'. Hist, de FEcole d'Alexan- drie. 206 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. Schoell: Hist, de la Liu. Grecqite Profane. Distinction hetiveen the Greek and English tongues. Ptolemy II. deeply read, but wanting in imagination, and often also in judgment." It was impossible for most to rise above the influence of the time. Science, how- ever, made great strides. In material growth it was indeed a " wondrous age," an era of inventions, travel, and discovery : the period of Euclid and Ar- chimedes ; of Ptolemy with his astronomers \ of Hiero, with his galleys long as clipper-ships ; of academies, museums, theatres, lecture-halls, gymnasia ; of a hun- dred philosophies ; of geographers, botanists, casuists, scholiasts, reformers, and what not, — all springing into existence and finding support in the luxurious, speculative, bustling, news-devouring hurly-burly of that strangely modern Alexandrian time. It is unnecessary to dwell upon the analogy which my readers already have drawn for themselves. It is not an even one. There is no parallel between the Greek and English languages. The former is copious, but simple, and a departure from the Attic purity was in itself a decline to vagueness and af- fectation. Our own tongue grows richer and stronger every year. Again, though England has also passed through great dramatic and lyric periods, our modern cycles are not of antique duration, but are likely to repeat themselves again and again. Our golden year is shorter, and the seasons in their turns come often round. Nevertheless, at the close of the poetical renaissance which marked the first quarter of the nineteenth century, English literature drifted into an indecisive, characterless period, bearing a resemblance to that of Alexandria when Ptolemy Philadelphus commenced his reign. That liberal and ambitious monarch confirmed the structure of an empire, and made the capital city THE GREEK IDYLLIC SCHOOL. 207 attractive and renowned. The wisest and most fa- mous scholars resorted to his court, but not even imperial patronage could restore the lost spirit of Greek creative art. There was a single exception. A poet of original and abounding genius, nurtured in the beautiful island of Sicily, where the sky and sea are bluer, the piny mountains, with yEtna at their head, more kingly, the breezes fresher, the rivulets more musical, and the upland pastures greener than upon any other shores which the Mediterranean borders, — such a poet felt himself inspired to utter a fresh and native melody, even in that over-learned and bustling time. Disdaining any feeble variations of worn-out themes, he saw that Greek poetry had achieved little in the delineation of common, every- day life, and so flung himself right upon nature, which he knew and reverenced well ; and erelong the pastoral and town idyls of Theocritus, with their amoebean dialogue and elegant occasional songs, won the ear of both the fashionable and critical worlds. Although his subjects were entirely novel, he availed himself, in form, of all his predecessors' arts ; com- posing in the new Doric, the most liquid, colloquial, and flexible of the dialects : and thus he fashioned his eididlia, — little pictures of real life upon the hill- side and in the town, among the high and low, — portraying characters with a few distinct touches in lyric, epic, or dramatic form, and often by a com- bination of the whole. It is not my province here to show who were his immediate teachers, or from what rude island ditties and mimes he conceived and shaped his art ; only, to state that Theocritus found one field of verse then unworked, and so availed himself of it as to make it his own, capturing the Theocritus. Birth o/the idyl. 208 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. Kingsley^s " A lex a 71- dria and her Schools." hearts of those who still loved freshness and beauty, and forthwith attaining such excellence that the relics left us by him and two of his pupils are even now the wonder and imitation of mankind. A few sen- tences from Charles Kingsley's reference to the father of idyllic poetry tell the truth as simply and clearly as it can be told : — " One natural strain is heard amid all this artificial jingle, — that of Theocritus. It is not altogether Alexandrian. Its sweetest notes were learnt amid the chestnut-groves and orchards, the volcanic glens and sunny pastures of Sicily ; but the intercourse between the courts of Hiero and the Ptolemies seems to have been continual. Poets and philosophers moved freely from one to the other, and found a like atmosphere in both One can well conceive the delight which his idyls must have given to the dusty Alex- andrians, pent up forever between sea and sand-hills, drink- ing the tank-water and never hearing the sound of a run- ning stream; whirling, too, forever, in all the bustle and intrigue of a great commercial and literary city. To them and to us also. I believe Theocritus is one of the poets who will never die. He sees men and things, in his own light way, truly ; and he describes them simply, honestly, with little careless touches of pathos and humor, while he floods his whole scene with that gorgeous Sicilian air, like one of Titian's pictures ; . . . . and all this told in a lan- guage and a metre which shapes itself almost unconsciously, wave after wave, into the most luscious song." It was in this wise that Theocritus founded and endowed the Greek idyllic school. Let us see how Tennyson, living in a somewhat analogous period, may be compared with him. How far has the repre- sentative idyllist of the nineteenth century profited by the example of his prototype ? To what extent is the one indebted to the other for the structure, the GROWTH OF THE LAUREATE'S STYLE. 209 manner, it may be even the matter, of many of his poems ? We are uninformed of the year in which the boy Tennyson was entered at Trinity College, Cambridge, but find him there in 1829, taking the chancellor's gold medal for English verse ; this by the poem " Tim- buctoo," a creditable performance for a lad of nine- teen, and favored with the approval of the "Athenaeum." It was thought to show traces of Milton, Shelley, and Wordsworth. In the years 1826 -1829 a Cambridge reprint was made of the Kiessling edition of Theoc- ritus, Bion, and Moschus, including a Doric Lexicon, the whole in two octavo volumes ; an excellent text and commentary, and altogether the most noticeable English edition of the Sicilian poets since that superb Oxford Theocritus, edited by the laureate, Warton, which appeared in 1770. The publication of a Cam- bridge text must have directed unusual attention to the study of these classics, and if Tennyson did not place them upon his list for the public examinations, there can be little doubt that he at this time famil- iarized himself with their difficult and exquisite verse. His present admiration of them is well known. I have shown that in his early poems we find an open loyalty to Wordsworth's canon of reliance upon nature, and occasionally Wordsworth's mannerism and language, with something of the music of Shelley and the sensuous beauty of Keats. A study of old English ballad-poetry is also apparent. The influence of the great Italian poets is quite marked ; whether by reflection from the Chaucerian and Elizabethan periods, or by more direct absorption, it is difficult to pronounce. The truth was, that the poet began his career at an intercalary, transition period. To quote N Tennyson at Cambridge. Formation of his style. 210 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. Ttie result an idyllic method. Two kinds of resem- blance. from a eulogistic book-note by E. A. Poe : " Matters were now verging to their worst ; and, at length, in Tennyson, poetic inconsistency attained its extreme. But it was precisely this extreme which wrought in him a natural and inevitable revulsion ; leading him first to contemn, and secondly to investigate, his early manner, and finally to winnow from its magnificent elements the truest and purest of all po- etical styles." In all that concerns form the young poet soon found himself in sympathy with the Greek idyllic compositions. He saw the opportunity for work after these models, and willingly yielded himself to their beautiful influence. It has never left him, but is present in his latest and most sustained produc- tions. But there is a difference between his maturer work — which is the adjustment of the idyllic method to native, modern conceptions, with a delightful pres- entation of English landscape and atmosphere, and the manners and dialects of English life — and the experimental, early poems, which were written upon antique themes. Of these " CEnone " and " The Lotos- Eaters" appeared in the collection of 1832, and in the same volume are other poems appealing more directly to modern sympathies, which show traces of the master with whom Tennyson had put his genius to school. III. There are two modes in which the workmanship of one poet may resemble that of another. The first, while not subjecting an author to the charge of direct appropriation, in the vulgar sense of plagiarism, is 'HYLAS' AND 'GODIVA: 211 detected by critical analogy, and, of the two, is more easily recognized by the skilled reader. It is the mode which involves either a sympathetic treatment of rhythmical breaks, pauses, accents, alliterations ; a correspondence of the architecture of two poems, with parallel interludes and effects ; correspondence of theme, allowing for difference of place and period ; or, a correspondence of scenic and metrical purpose ; in fine, general analogy of atmosphere and tone. The second, more obvious and commonplace, mode is that displaying immediate coincidence of structure, language, and thought ; a mode which, in the hands of inferior men, leaves the users at the mercy of their dullest reviewers. A citation of passages, exemplifying these two kinds of resemblance between the Sicilian idyls and the poetry of Tennyson, will confirm and illustrate the statements upon which this chapter is based. The instance first set forth is that of a general, and not the special, likeness ; but no subsequent attempt is made to classify the obligations of our modern poet to the ancient, as it is believed that the reader will easily distinguish for himself the significant analogies in each collection. " Hylas," the celebrated thirteenth idyl of Theoc- ritus, is one of the most perfect which have come down to our time. It is not a bucolic poem, but classified as narrative or semi-epic in character, yet exhibits many touches of the bucolic sweetness ; is a poem of seventy-five verses, written in the honey- flowing pastoral hexameter, so distinct, in cffisura and dact}'lic structure, from the verse of Homer, and commencing thus : — and " Go- diva." 212 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. A lovely foeut. "Not only for ourselves the God begat Eros — whoever, Nicias, was his sire — As once we thought ; nor unto us the first Have lovely things seemed lovely; not to us Mortals, who cannot see beyond a day ; But he, that heart of brass, Amphitryon's son, Who braved the ruthless lion, — he, too, loved A youth, .the graceful Hylas." ' As a counterpart to this, and directly modelled upon it in form, take the " Godiva " of Tennyson, — that lovely and faultless poem, whose rhythm is full of the melodious quality which gives specific distinc- tion to the Laureate's blank-verse ; a " flower," of which so many followers now have the "seed" that it has taken its place as the standard idyllic meas- ure of our language. "Godiva" is a narrative or semi-epic idyl, which, like the "Hylas," contains — after a didactic pre- lude, divided from the story proper— just seventy-five verses, and commences thus : — " Not only we, the latest seed of Time, New men, that in the flying of a wheel ' This translation, and many which follow, I have rendered in blank-verse, not because I deem that measure at all adequate in effect to the original. But even a tolerable version in " Eng- lish hexameter" would require more labor than is needful for our immediate purpose; and again, blank-verse is the form in which the English poet chiefly has availed himself of his Dorian models. I have translated most of the passages as rapidly as possible ; only taking care, first, that my versions should be lit- eral ; secondly, that by no artifice they should seem to resemble the work of Tennyson any more closely than in fact they do. Scholars will recall the fact that the text of the Bucolicorum GrcEcorum Reliquice is greatly in dispute. In some instances the editions which I have followed may differ from their wonted readings. (enone: 213 Cry down the past, not only we, that prate Of rights and wrongs, have loved the people well, And loathed to see them overtaxed ; but she Did more, and underwent, and overcame, The woman of a thousand summers back, Godiva, wife to that grim Earl, who ruled In Coventry — " But it is in the " CEnone " that we discover Tenny- son's earliest adaptation of that refrain which was a striking beauty of the pastoral elegiac verse. " O mother Ida, hearken ere I die," IS the analogue of (Theocr., II.) " See thou, whence came my love, O lady Moon " ; of the refrain to the lament of Daphnis (Theocr., I.), " Begin, dear Muse, begin the woodland song " ; and of the recurrent wail in the " Epitaph of Bion " (Mosch., III.), " Begin, Sicilian Muses, begin the song of your sorrow ! " Throughout the poem the Syracusan manner and feel- ing are strictly and nobly maintained ; and, while we are considering " CEnone," a few points of more exact resemblance may be noted : — The Thalysia (Theocr., VII. 21-23), " Whither at noonday dost thou drag thy feet ? For now the lizard sleeps upon the wall. The crested lark is wandering no more — " The Enchantress (Theocr., II. 38-41). "Lo, now the sea is silent, and the winds Are hushed. Not silent is the wretchedness Within my breast ; but I am all aflame With love for him who made me thus forlorn, — A thing of evil, neither maid nor wife." * CEnone^ The elegiac refrain. 214 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. Note : In his ri'vised edi- tion the Laii- re ite substi- tute- d " tlie luincis are de.W for " the cicala sleep s." (1899.) •• The Lotos- Eaters" The Young Herdsman (Theocr., XX. 19, 20; 30, 31). " O shepherds, tell me truth ! Am I not fair ? Hath some god made me, then, from what I was, Off-hand, another being ? . . . . Along the mountains all the women call Me beautiful, all love me." CEnone, " For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard, with his shadow on the stone. Rests like a shadow, and the cicala sleeps. The purple flowers droop : the golden bee Is lily-cradled : I alone awake. My eyes are full of tears, my heart of love,' My heart is breaking, and my eyes are dim, And I am all aweary of my life. " Yet, mother Ida, hearken ere I die. Fairest — why fairest wife.' Am I not fair."" My love hath told me so a thousand times. Methinks I must be fair, for yesterday," etc. "The Lotos-Eaters," another imaginative present- ment of an antique theme, — full of Tennyson's ex- cellences, no less than of early mannerisms since fore- gone, — while Gothic in some respects, is charged from beginning to end with the effects and very lan- guage of the Greek pastoral poets. As in "CEnone," there is no consecutive imitation of any one idyl ; but the work is curiously filled out with passages bor- rowed here and there, as the growth of the poem recalled them at random to the author's mind. The idyls of Theocritus often have been subjected to this ' " Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief." Secfnd Part 0/ King Henrti VI , Act II. Sc. 3. 'THE lotos-eaters: 215 process ; first, by Virgil, in several of whose eclogues the component parts were culled from his master, as one selects from a flower-plot a white rose, a red, and then a sprig of green, to suit the exigencies of color, while the wreath grows under the hand. Pope, among moderns, has followed the method of Virgil, as may be observed in either of his four " Pastorals." The process used by Pope is tame, artificial, and avowed ; in " The Lotos-Eaters " it is subtile, mas- terly, yet of a completeness which only parallel quo- tations can display. The Argonauts (Theocr., XIII.) come in the after- noon unto a land of cliffs and thickets and streams ; of meadows set with sedge, whence they cut for their couches sharp flowering-rush and the low galingale. "In the afternoon" the Lotos-Eaters "come unto a land " where "Through mountain clefts the dale , Was seen far inland, and the yellow down Bordered with palm, and many a winding vale And meadow, set with slender galingale." Except the landscape, all this, in either poem, is after Homer, from the ninth book of the Odyssey. The "Choric Song" follows, of them to whom " Evermore Most weary seemed the sea, weary the oar, Weary the wandering fields of barren foam " ; and in this, the feature of the poem, are certain coin- cidences to which I refer: — Europa (Mosch., II. 3, 4). "When Sleep, that sweeter on the eyelids lies Than honey, and doth fetter down the eyes With gentle bond." A culling process. 2l6 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. The Wayfarers (Theocr., V. 50, 51). " Here, if you come, your feet shall tread on wool, The fleece of lambs, softer than downy Sleep." Ibid. (45-49)- " Here are the oaks, and here is galingale, Here bees are sweetly humming near their hives; Here are twin fountains of cool water; here The birds are prattling on the trees, — the shade Is deeper than beyond ; and here the pine From overhead casts down to us its cones." Ibid. (31, 34). " More sweetly will you sing Propt underneath the olive, in these groves. Here are cool waters plashing down, and here The grasses spring ; and here, too, is a bed Of leafage, and the locusts babble here." The Choice (Mosch., V. 4- 13). ' When the gray deep has sounded, and the sea Climbs up in foam and far the loud waves roar, I seek for land and trees, and flee the brine, And earth to me is welcome : the dark wood Delights me, where, although the great wind blow, The pine-tree sings. An evil life indeed The fisherman's, whose vessel is his home, The sea his toil, the fish his wandering prey. But sweet to me to sleep beneath the plane Thick-leaved ; and near me I would love to hear The babble of the spring, that murmuring Perturbs him. not, but is the woodman's joy." The Lotos-Eaters. "Music, that gentlier on the spirit lies Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. " Here are cool mosses deep. And through the moss the ivies creep, THE LAUREATE'S ENGLISH IDYLS. 217 And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. » • • • • Lo ! sweetened with the summer light The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly. How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly) , • • • • To watch the emerald-colored water falling Through many a woven acanthus-wreath divine ! Only to hear and see the far-off sparkling brine, Only to hear were sweet, stretched out beneath the pine. Hateful is the dark blue sky, Vaulted o'er the dark blue sea. • • ■ • • Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone. How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream, With half-shut eyes ever to seem Falling asleep in a half-dream." Dismissing these two poems, the earlier of Tenny- son's experiments upon classical myths, let us look at another class of idyls, wherein the Theocritan method is adapted to modern themes ; where the form is Do- rian, but the feeling, color, and thought are thoroughly and naturally English. Of "Godiva" I have already spoken, and the Laureate's rural compositions in blank-verse are directly in point, reflecting every fea- ture of the so-called " pastoral idjds " of Theocritus. « The Gardener's Daughter," " Audley Court," " Walk- 10 His modem idyli. 2l8 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. The isomet- ric song. Amcebean contests. ing to the Mail," " Edwin Morris, or the Lake," and "The Golden Year" are modelled upon such patterns as " The Thalysia," " The Singers of Pastorals," " The Rival Singers," and "The Triumph of Daphnis." In all of them, cultured and country- loving friends are sauntering, resting, singing, sometimes lunching in the open air among the hills, the waters, and the woods ; in all of them there is dialogue, healthful philosophy, a wealth of atmosphere and color ; and in nearly all we see for the first time successfully handled in English and made really melodious the true isometric song as found in Theocritus. The effects of this are not produced by any change to a strictly lyrical measure, but it is composed in the metre of the whole poem ; the Greek, of course, in hexam- eter, the English, in unrhymed iambic-pentameter verse. Still, it is a song, with stanzaic divisions into distiches, triplets, quatrains, etc., as the case may be. As in Theocritus, so in Tennyson, two songs by rival comrades sometimes are balanced against each other: a love-ditty against a proverbial or worldly-wise lyric, — the latter, in the modern idyl, frequently rising to the height of modern faith and progress. These " blank-verse songs," as they are termed, are a spe- cial beauty of the Laureate's verse. Where each stanza has a refrain or burden, as in " Tears, idle tears," " Our enemies have fallen, have fallen," etc., they partake both of the bucolic and elegiac manner ; but elsewhere Tennyson's personages discourse against each other as in the eclogues proper. For example, the two songs in " Audley Court," " Oh ! who would fight and march and countermarch ? " " Sleep, Ellen Aubrey, sleep and dream of me ! " ISOMETRIC SONG. 219 are the Doppelgdnger, so to speak, of the ditties sung respectively by Milo and Battus, in " The Harvesters " (Theocr., X.). Thirteen of these songs, many of them in " riddling triplets of old time," are scattered through "Audley Court," "The Golden Year," "The Prin- cess," and the completed " Idyls of the King." And where Tennyson's rustic and civic graduates content themselves with jest and debate, it is after a semi- amoebean fashion, which no student of the Syracusan idyls can fail to recognize. Even in " The Gardener's Daughter " there are pas- sages which respond to the verse of Theocritus. That simply perfect idyl, " Dora," and such pieces as " The Brook " and " Sea-Dreams," are more original, yet the legitimate outgrowth of the antique school. The blank-verse idyls of Tennyson, though connecting him with Theocritus, do not establish a ratio between the relations of the ancient and the modern poet to their respective periods. The Laureate is a more genuine, because more independent and English, idyllist and lyrist in "The May Queen," "The Miller's Daugh- ter," "The Talking Oak," "The Grandmother," and "Northern Farmer, Old Style." Theocritus created his own school, with no models except those obtainable from the popular mimes and catches of his own re- gion ; just as Burns, availing himself of the simple Scottish ballads, lifted the poetry of Scotland to an eminent and winsome individuality. IV. The co-relations of Theocritus and Tennyson lie in the fact that our poet discovered years ago that a period had arrived for poetry of the idyllic or com- " The May Queen" etc. Bums. Theocritus and Ten- nyson. 220 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. The Swal- low Sott^. posite order ; and that much of the manner, form, and language of the latter is directly taken from the former. Mr. Tennyson's maturer poems, " The Prin- cess " and " The Idyls of the King," are written Dorian-wise. " The Holy Grail " and its associate legendary pieces occupy the same position in his life- work which those semi-epic poems, " The Dioscuri," " The Infant Heracles," and " Heracles the Lion- Slayer " hold in the relics of Theocritus. The " Morte d'Arthur " is written as he would have trans- ■iated Homer, judging from his version of a passage ■in the Iliad, and was composed years before the other " Idyls of the King," and in a noticeably different style. For all this, — especially in the speech of the departing Arthur, — it is semi-idyllic, to say the least ; a grand poem, a 'chant without a discord, strong throughout with ringing, monosyllabic Saxon verse. The Swallow Song, in " The Princess," is modelled upon the isometric songs in the third and eleventh idyls of Theocritus, bearing a special likeness to the lover's serenade in Idyl III., as divided by Ahrens and others into stanzas of three verses each. There is also some correspondence of imagery : — The Serenade (Theocr., III. 12-14). " Would that I were w The humming-bee, to pass within thy cave, Thridding the ivy and the feather-fern By which thou 'rt hidden." Cyclops (Theocr., XI. 54-57). " O that I had been born a thing with fins To sink anear thee, and to kiss thy hands, — If thou deniedst thy mouth, — and now to bring White lilies to thee, and the red-leaved bloom Of tender poppies ! " MINOR RESEMBLANCES. 221 The Princess (Book IV.). " O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves." "O were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died." Throughout the work of Tennyson we meet with isolated passages which also seem to be reflections or reminiscences of verses in the relics of the Syracusan triad. Where the thought or image of such a passage is of a familiar type, common to many classical writers, there is often a flavor about it to indicate that its im- mediate inspiration was caught from Theocritus, Bion, or Moschus. One of the following comparisons, how- ever, can only be made between the two poets from whom it is derived. Many have been struck by the novelty, no less than the fitness, of an image which I will quote from "Enid." Nothing in earlier Eng- lish poetry suggests it, and I was surprised to find a conceit, which, with a shade of difference, is so akin, in the semi-epic fragment of " The Dioscuri." The modern verse and image are the more excellent : — The Dioscuri (Theocr., XXII. 46-50). " His massive breast and back were rounded high With flesh of iron, like that of which is wrought A forged colossus. On his stalwart arms. Sheer over the huge shoulder, standing out Were muscles, — like the rolled and spheric stones, Which, in its mighty eddies whirling on, The winter-flowing stream hath worn right smooth This side and that." Miscellane- ous passages selected for comparitoH. 222 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. Enid. " And bared the knotted column of his throat, The massive square of his heroic breast, And arms on which the standing muscle sloped As slopes a wild brook o'er a little stone, Running too vehemently to break upon it." Pastorals (Theocr., IX. 31, 32). " Dear is cicala to cicala, dear The ant to ant, and hawk to hawk, but I Hold only dear to me the Muse and Song." The Princess (Book III.). " ' The crane,' I said, ' may chatter of the crane, The dove may murmur of the dove, but I An eagle clang an eagle to the sphere.' " The Syracusan Gossips (Theocr., XV. 102-105). " How fair to thee the gentle-footed Hours Have brought Adonis back from Acheron ! Sweet Hours, and slowest of the Blessed Ones : But still they come desired, and ever bring Gifts to all mortals." ' Love and Duty. " The slow, sweet Hours that bring us all things good, The slow, sad Hours that bring us all things ill, And all good things from evil." The Bridal of Helen (Theocr., XVIII. 47, 48). " In Dorian letters on the bark We '11 carve for men to see, Pay honor to me, all who mark, For I am Helen's tree." ' " I thought how once Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young." Mrs. Browning, Sonnets front the Portuguese. MINOR RESEMBLANCES. 223 The Talking Oak. " But tell me, did she read the name I carved with many vows, When last with throbbing heart I came To rest beneath thy boughs ? • ■ • • • "And I will work in prose and rhyme, And praise thee more in both, Than bard has honored beech or lime," etc. TAe Little Heracles (Theocr. XXIV., 7-9). (Alcmene's Lullaby.) " Sleep ye, my babes, a sweet and healthful sleep ! Sleep safe, ye brothers twain that are my life : Sleep, happy now, and happy wake at morn." " Cradle Song," in The Princess. " Sleep and rest, sleep and rest. Father will come to thee soon ! Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Faither will come to thee soon ! Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep." Epitaph of B ion (Mosch., III. 68, 69). " Thee Cypris holds more dear than that last kiss She gave Adonis, as he lay a-dying." Tears, Idle Tears. "Dear as remembered kisses after death." Bion (III. 16). " Where neither cold of frost, nor sun, doth harm us." Morte d'' Arthur. " Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow." 224 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. Cp., also, Titml. III. 4. 31 and Catul. LXII. ao-23. The Triumph of Daphnis (Theocr., VIII. 90, 91). " But as the other pined, and in his heart Smouldered with grief, even so a girl betrothed Still feels regret." ("A maid first parting from her home might wear as sad a face." — CalverLy's Transl.) In Memoriam (XL). " When crowned with blessing she doth rise To take her latest leave of home, And hopes and light regrets that come Make April of her tender eyes." The Distaff {Theocr., XXVIII. 24, 25). " For, seeing thee, one to his friend shall say : Lo, what a grace enriches this poor gift ! All gifts from friends are ever gifts of worth." Elaine. " Diamonds for me ! they had been thrice their worth, Being your gift, had you not lost your own. To loyal hearts the value of all gifts Must vary as the giver's." ' Cyclops (Theocr., XI. 25-29). (Love at first sight.) " For I have loved you, maiden, since you first, A-gathering hyacinths from yonder mount, Came with my mother, and I was your guide. So, having seen you once, I could not cease To love you from that time, nor can I now." The Gardener's Daughter. "But she, a Rose In roses, mingled with her fragrant toil, ' But see, also, Hamlet (III. i) : — " And with them, words of so sweet breath composed As made the things more rich : their perfume lost, Take these again ; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind." MINOR RESEMBLANCES. 225 Nor heard us come, nor from her tendance turned Into the world without So home I went, but could not sleep for joy, Reading her perfect features in the gloom. • • • • • Love at first sight, first-born and heir to all, Made this night thus." There are passages of another class, in Mr. Ten- nyson's verse, which bear a common likeness to the work of various classical poets, his university studies retaining their influence over him through life. In some of these, by brief touches, he reproduces the whole picture of a Greek idyl : — Europa (Mosch., II. 125-130). " But she, upon the ox-like back of Zeus Sitting, with one hand held the bull's great horn, And with the other her garment's purple fold Drew upward, that the infinite hoary spray Of the salt ocean might not drench it through ; The while Europa's mantle by the winds Was filled and swollen like a vessel's sail, Buoying the maiden onward." The Palace of Art. " Or sweet Europa's mantle blew unclasped, From off her shoulder backward borne : From one hand drooped a crocus ; one hand grasped The mild bull's golden horn." Elsewhere, in the " Europa," the heroine is said to "shine most eminent, as the Foam-Born among her Graces three." Tennyson's classical feeling is so strong, that, in the closing scene of " The Princess," at the height of his dramatic passion, he stops to draw a picture of Aphrodite coming "from barren deeps to conquer all with love," and follows the god- 10* o Minor re- seinblances. 226 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. Siiiiilar effects of rhythm. dess even to her Graces, who " decked her out for worship without end." Both the ancient and modern idyllists are mindful of the second Homeric Hymn to Aphrodite ; and the excursus of the latter poet is so beautiful that we forgive him for delaying the action of his poem. In his other classical allusions such phrases as " the cold-crowned snake," " the charm of married brows," "softer than sleep," "like a dog he hunts in dreams," " thou comest, much wept-for ! " and " sneeze out a full God-bless-you right and left," repeat not only the language of Theocritus and his pupils, but of Homer, Anacreon, and the Latin Lucretius and Catullus. The lover's song, " It is the Miller's Daughter," is an exquisite imitation of the sixteenth ode of Anac- reon. Often, however, the Laureate enriches his ro- mantic and epic poems with effects borrowed from Gothic, mediaeval sources. A reference, for example, to the " The'atre Frangais au Moyen Age," printed by Monmerque in 1839, will discover the miracle-play from which he obtained something more than a hint for the isometric burden, — " Too late, too late ! ye cannot enter now." Alliterations and rhymes within lines, graces of poetry in which Tennyson has excelled English prede- cessors, are a continuous excellence of his Syracusan teachers. There is a wandering melody, wholly dif- ferent from the sounding Homeric rhythm, and impos- sible for a translator to reproduce, which the author of " The Princess " has approached in such lines as these : — " O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light." " Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine." SIMILAR EFFECTS OF RHYTHM. 237 "Laborious, orient ivory, sphere in sphere." " The lime a summer home of murmurous wings." " Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower through and through." " The flower of all the west and all the world." " And in the meadow tremulous aspen-trees And poplars made a noise of falling showers." " Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet, Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." These effects, which the Laureate employs with such variation and continuance that the resultant style is known as Tennysonian, were Dorian first of all. Whole idyls of Theocritus, composed in the flexible bucolic hexameter, are a succession of melodies which are simply consonant with the genius of the new Doric tongue. The four English verses last cited above are curiously imitated from the musical passage in the first idyl (Theocr., I. 7, 8). " Sweeter thy song, O shepherd, than the sound Of yon loud stream, falling adown, adown," combined with the alliterative line, which mimics the murmuring of bees (Theocr., V. 46), (55e KoXhv ^o/M^evvTi irorl crfj.di'eafft fieXicraai. It may be said, generally, that our poet imitates the Sicilians, and them alone, of all his classical models, in the persistent ease with which sound, color, form, and meaning are allied in his compositions. False notes are never struck, and no discordant hues are admitted. Dorian iiitiic. 228 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. "Cyclops" ami i/te "ShephercTs Idyl." V. This chapter has extended beyond its proposed limits, but, ere dismissing the theme, I will cite two more examples in which Mr. Tennyson has very closely followed his prototype. The first is that " small sweet idyl " in the seventh division of " The Princess " ; possibly, so far as objective beauty and finish are concerned, the nonpareil of the whole poem. It is an imitation of the apostrophe of Polyphemus to Galatea, and never were the antique and modern feelings more finely contrasted : the one, clear, simple, childlike, perfect (in the Greek) as regards melody and tone ; the other, nobler, more intellectual, the an- tique body with the modern soul. The substitution of the mountains for the sea, as the haunt of the beloved nymph, is the Laureate's only departure from the material employed by Theocritus : — Cyclop (Theocr., XL 42-49, 60-66). " Come thou to me, and thou shalt have no worse ; Leave the green sea to stretch itself to shore ! More sweetly shalt thou pass the night with me In yonder cave ; for laurels cluster there, And slender-pointed cypresses ; and there Is the dark ivy, the sweet-fruited vine ; There the cool water, that from shining snows Thick-wooded j^tna sends, a draught for gods. Who these would barter for the sea and waves? There are oak fagots and unceasing fire Beneath the ashes Now will I learn to swim, that I may see What pleasure thus to diuell in water depths Thou findestl Nay, Init, Galatea, come! Come thence, and having come, forget henceforth, As I (who tarry here), to seek thy home! THE 'SHEPHERD'S IDYL? 229 And mayst thou love with me to feed the flocks And milk them, and to press the cheese with me, Curdling their milk with rennet." The Princess (Book VII.). " Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height ; What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang), In height and cold, the splendor of the hills.' But cease to move so near the heavens, and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted pine, To sit a star upon the sparkling spire; And cotne, for Love is of the valley, come. For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him ; by the happy threshold he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize. Or red with spurted purple of the vats. Or fox-like in the vine : . . . . . . . . Let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley; let the wild Lean-headed eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstroics ledges there to slope .... . . . . but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I, Thy shepherd, pipe, and sweet is every sound." The closing example is from " The Thalysia," or Harvest-Home, which has furnished Mr. Tennyson with the design for portions of " The Gardener's Daughter" and " Audley Court." There is no exact reproduction, but in outhne and spirit the passages herewith compared will be seen to resemble each other more nearly than others already given, where the expressions of the Greek text are repeated in the English adaptation : — The Thalysia (Theocr., VII. i, 2, 130-147). " It was the day when I and Eucritus Strolled from the city to the river-side : With us a third, Amyntas." "The TJialysia," and its court- terparis. 230 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. (After this opening follows a eulogy of the poet's friends, Phrasidamus and Antigenes.) " He, leftward turning, sauntered on the road To Pyxa ; as for Eucritus and me With handsome young Amyntas, — having gained The house of Phrasidamus, and lain down On beds of fragrant rushes and on leaves Fresh from the vines, — we took our fill of joy. Poplars and elms were rustling in the wind Above us, and a sacred rivulet From the Nymphs' cave was murmuring anigh. The red cicalas ceaselessly amid The shady boughs were chirping; from afar The tree frog in the briers chanted shrill ; The crest-larks and the thistle-finches sang, The turtle-dove 7aas plaining ; tawny bees Were hovering round the fountain. All things near Smelt of the ripened summery all things smelt Of fruit-time. Pears were rolling at our feet, And apples for the taking ; to the ground The plum-tree staggered, burdened with its fruit ; And we, meanwhile, brushed from a wine-jar's mouth The pitch, four years unbroken." The Gardener's Daughter. "This morning is the morning of the day When I and Eustace from the city went To see the Gardener's Daughter : (After this opening follows a eulogy of Eustace and Juliet.) " . . . . All the land in flowery squares, Beneath a broad and equal-blowing wind. Smelt of the coming summer. .... . . . . From the woods Came voices of the well-contented doves. The lark could scarce get out his notes for Joy, But shook his song together as he ncared 'THE thalysia: 231 " His happy home, the ground. To left and right The atckoo told his name to all the hills; The mellow ouzel fluted in the ehn ; The red-cap whistled ; and the nightingale Sang loud, as though he were the bird of day." Audley Court. " There, on a slope of orchard, Francis laid A damask napkin wrought with horse and hound, Brought out a dusky loaf that smelt of home, And, half cut down, a pasty costly made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret, lay Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied ; last, with these, A flask of cider from his father's vats Prime, which I knew." Each portion of the foregoing English Idyls, so far as quoted, is a reminiscence of some portion of the "Thalysia" {mutatis mutandis, with regard to theme, season, and country), and the general analogy is equally spirited and remarkable. As for the two lunches, the one is pure Sicilian, of the fruits of the orchard and the vine; the other, pure Briton, smack- ing of the cook and the larder. Your true English- man, while sensible of the beauty of the song of the lark, who can " scarce get out his notes for joy," ap- preciates him none the less when lying "imbedded and injellied " beneath the crust of " a pasty costly made." It should be remembered, however, that the bird does not appear under these differing conditions in the same idyl. VI. A SUFFICIENT number of analogous passages have now been cited to illustrate the homage which the Laureate has paid to the example of Theocritus, and A close analogy. 232 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. Tennyson none the less an orie^inal poet. Pseudo- pastoral verse. the perfection of that art by which he has wedded his master's method to the spirit and resources of the English tongue. I have written with genuine rev- erence for Tennyson's work, and with a gratitude, felt by all who take pleasure in noble verse, for the de- light imparted through many years by the successive productions of his genius. In study of the Sicilian models he has been true to his poetic instinct, and fortunate in discernment of the wants of his day and generation. Emerson, in an essay on " Imitation and Originality," has said : " We expect a great man to be a good reader ; or in proportion to the spontaneous power should be the assimilating power " ; and again, " There are great ways of borrowing. Genius borrows nobly. When Shakespeare is charged with debts to his authors, Landor replies : ' Yet he was more origi- nal than his originals. He breathed upon dead bodies and brought them to life.'" It must be acknowledged that somewhat of this applies to Tennyson's variations upon Theocritus. To him, also, may be adjudged the credit of being the first to catch the manner of the classical idyls and reproduce it in modern use and being. Before his time Milton and Shelley were the only poets who measurably succeeded in this attempt, and neither of them repeated it after a single trial. Other reproduc- tions of the Greek idyllic form have been by a kind of filtration through the Latin medium ; and often, by a third remove, after a redistillation of the French product. The odious result is visible in the absurd pastorals of " standard British poets," from Drj^den himself and Pope, to Browne, Ambrose Philips, Shen- stone, and Gay. Their bucolics have made us sicken at the very mention of • such names as Daphnis and CLOSE OF THE IDYLLIC PERIOD. 233 The true idyl. Corydon, soiled as these are with all ignoble use. Ten- nyson revived the true idyllic purpose, adopting the form mainly as a structure in which to exhibit, with equal naturalness and beauty, the scenery, thought, manners, of his own country and time. Assuming the tide of idyllic poet, he made the term " idyl " honored and understood ; but carried his method to such perfection, that its cycle seems already near an end, and a new generation is calling for work of a different order, for more vital passion and dramatic power. CHAPTER VII. THE GENERAL CHOIR. An era fairly rep- resented by its -miscella- neous poets. The early situation and outlook. THE choral leaders are few in number, and it i^ from a blended maltitude of voices that we d^ rive the general tone and volume, at any epoch, of a nation's poetic song. The miscellaneous poets, singly or in characteristic groups, give us the pervading quality of a stated era. Great singers, lifted by imagination, make style secondary to thought ; or, rather, the thought of each assumes a correlative form of expression. Younger or minor contempora- ries catch and reflect the fashion of these forms, even if they fail to create a soul beneath. It is said that very great poets never, through this process, have founded schools, their art having been of inimitable loftiness or simplicity ; but who of the accepted few, during recent years, has thus held the unattainable before the vision of the facile English throng? At the beginning of the present reign Tennyson was slowly obtaining recognition, and his influence Accession of '^3.d uot yct established the poetic fashion of the time. Wordsworth shone by himself, in a serene and luminous orbit, at a height reached only after a pro- Victoria June 20, 1837. EARLY SITUATION AND OUTLOOK. 235 longed career. The death of Byron closed a splendid but tempestuous era, and was followed by years of reaction, — almost of sluggish calm. At least, the group of poets was without a leader, and was com- posed of men who, with few great names among them, utilized their gifts, — each after his own method or after one of that master, among men of the previous generation, whom he most affected. A kind of in- terregnum occurred. Numbers of minor poets and scholars survived their former compeers, and wrote creditable verse, but produced little that was essen- tially new. Motherwell had died, at the early age of thirty-eight, having done service in the revival of Scottish ballad-minstrelsy : and with the loss of the author of that exquisite lyric, " Jeanie Morrison," of "The Cavalier's Song," and "The Sword-Chant of Thorstein Raudi," there passed away a vigorous and sympathetic poet. Southey, Moore, Rogers, Frere, Wilson, James Montgomery, Campbell, James and Horace Smith, Croly, Joanna Baillie, Bernard Barton, Elliott, Cunningham, Tennant, Bowles, Maginn, Pea- cock, poor John Clare, the translators Cary and Lock- hart,' — all these were still alive, but had outlived their generation, and, as far as verse was concerned, ' Robert Southey, /'^^^ Laureate, 1774- 1843; Thomas Moore, 1779- 1852; Samuel Rogers, 1763 -1855; Rt. Hon. John Hook- ham Frere, 1769 -1846; John Wilson, 1785 -1854; Rev. James Montgomery, 1771 - 1854 ; Thomas Campbell, 1777" 1844; James Smith, 1775- 1839; Horace Smith, 1779 -1849; Rev. George Croly, 1780- i860; Joanna Baillie, 1762- 1851; Bernard Barton, 1784- 1849; Ebenezer Elliott, 1781-1849; Allan Cunningham, 1784-1842; William Tennant, 1785 -1848; Rev. William Lisle Bowles, 1762- 1850; William Maginn, 1793- 1842; Thomas Love Peacock, 1785 -1866; John Clare, 1793 -1864; Rev. Henry Francis Gary, 1772 -1844; John Gibson Lockhart, 1794- 1854. William Words- worth, Poet- Laureate : born April 7. 1770; died April 23. 1850. William Motheriuell'. 1797-1835. TJie retired list. 236 DA RLE Y. — BED DOES. — TA YLOR. Leigh Hunt. See fage 103. Rev. Henry Hart Mil- man : 1791-1868. Sir Thomas Noon Tal- fourd: 179s- 1854. James Slieridan KnoTvles : 1784- 1862. Mary Rjis- sell M it- ford: 1786-1855. "Strayed fingers." George Darley : 1785-1849. were more or less superannuated. What Landor, Hood, and Procter were doing has passed ah-eady under review. Leigh Hunt continued his pleasant verse and prose, and did much to popularize the canons of art exemplified in the poetry of his former song-mates, Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats. Milman, afterward Dean of St. Paul's, a pious and conven- tional poet who dated his literary career from the success of an early drama, " Fazio," still was writing plays that did credit to a churchman and Oxford professor. Talfourd's " Ion " and " The Athenian Captive " also had made a stage-success : the poets had not yet discovered that a stage which the talent of Macready exactly fitted, and a histrionic feeling of which the plays of Sheridan Knowles had come to be the faithful expression, were not stimulating to the production of the highest grade of dramatic poetry. Various dramas and poems, by that cheery, versatile authoress. Miss Mitford, had succeeded her tragedies of "Julian" and " Rienzi." It must be owned that these three were good names in a day of which the fashion has gone by. At this distance we see plainly that they were minor poets, or that the times were unfriendly to work whose attraction should be lasting. Doubtless, were they alive and active now, they would contend for favor with many whom the present delights to honor. Meanwhile a few men of genius, somewhat out of place in their generation, had been essaying dramatic work for the love of it, but had little ambition or continuity, finding themselves so hopelessly astray. Darley, after his first effort, " Sylvia," — a crude but poetical study in the sweet pastoral manner of Jonson and Fletcher, — was silent, except for some THE SENTIMENTALISTS. 237 occasional song, full of melody and strange purpose- lessness. Beddoes, a stronger spirit, author of " The Bride's Tragedy " and " Death's Jest-Book," wandered off to Germany, and no collection of his wild and powerful verse was made until after his decease. Taylor, whose noble intellect and fine constructive powers were early affected by the teachings of Words- worth, entered a grand protest against the sentimen- talism into which the Byronic passion now had de- generated. He would, I believe, have done even better work, if this very influence of Wordsworth had not deadened his genuine dramatic power. He saw the current evils, but could not substitute a potential excellence or found an original school. As it is, " Philip van Artevelde " and " Edwin the Fair " have gained a place for him in English literature more enduring than the honors awarded to many popular authors of his time. The sentimental feeling of these years was nurtured on the verse of female writers, Mrs. Hemans and Miss Landon, whose deaths seemed to have given their work, always in demand, a still wider reading. It had been fashionable for a throng of humbler imitators, including some of gentle blood, to con- tribute to the " annuals " and " souvenirs " of Alaric Watts, but their summer-time was nearly over and the chirping rapidly grew faint. The Hon. Mrs. Norton, styled " the Byron of poetesses," was at. the height of her popularity. A pure religious sentiment in- spired the sacred hymns of Keble. Young Hallam had died, leaving material for a volume of literary remains ; if he did not live to prove himself great, his memory was to be the cause of greatness in others, and is now as abiding as any fame which Thomas Love II Bed- does: 1803- 49- Sir Henry Taylor : 1800- 86. The senti- mentalists. The "An- nuals." A laric Alexander IVatts : 1799-1864. Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton : 1808- 77. IHezi. John Keble : 1792- 1 866. Arthur Henry Hallam : 1811-33. 238 FORMATION OF A NEW SCHOOL. Rev. Rich- ard Harris Bur ham : 17S8-1845. Wittihrofi Mackivorth Vraed: \ 802 - 39. A critical analogy. maturity could have brought him. Besides the comic verse of Hood, noticed in a previous chapter, other jingling trifles, like Barham's Ingoldsby Legends, a cross between Hood's whimsicality and that of Peter Pindar, were much in vogue, and serve to illustrate the broad and very obvious quality of the humor of the day. Lastly, Praed, a sprightly and delicate genius, soon to die and long to be affectionately lamented, was restor- ing the lost art of writing society-verse, and, in a style even now modern and attractive, was lightly throw- ing off stanzas neater than anything produced since the wit of Canning and the fancy of Tommy Moore. All this was light enough, and now seems to us to have betokened a shabby, profitless condition. From it, however, certain elements were gradually to crys- tallize and to assume definite purpose and form. The influence of Wordsworth began to deepen and widen ; and erelong, under the lead of Tennyson, composite groups and schools were to arise, having clearer ideas of poetry as an art, and adorning with the graces of a new culture studies after models derived from the choicest poetry of every literature and time. II. The cyclic aspect of a nation's literary history has been so frequently observed that any reference to it involves a truism. The analogy between the courses through which the art of different countries advances and declines is no less thoroughly understood. The country whose round of being, in every department of effort, is most sharply defined to us, was Ancient Greece. The rise, splendor, and final decline of her imaginative literature constitute the fullest paradigm HISTORICAL ANALOGY. 239 of a nation's literary existence and of the supporting laws. In the preceding chapter I have enlarged upon the active, critical, and learned Alexandrian period, which succeeded to the three creative stages of Hel- lenic song. I have said that' during this epoch the Hellenic spirit grew elaborately feeble ; what was once so easily creative became impotent, and at last entirely died away. Study could not supply the force of nature. A formidable circle of acquirements must be formed before one could aspire to the title of an author. Verbal criticism was introduced ; researches were made into the Greek tongue; antique and quaint words were sought for by the poets, and, to quote again from Schoell, " they sought to hide their defects beneath singularity of idea, and novelty and extrava- gance of expression ; while the bad taste of some displayed itself in their choice of subjects still more than in their manner of treating them." In modern times, when more events are crowded into a decade than formerly occurred in a century, and when civilization ripens, mellows, and declines, only to repeat the process in successively briefer periods, men do not count a decline in national Htera- ture a symptom that the national glory is approaching its end. Still, more than one recurring cycle of Eng- lish literature has its analogue in the entire course of that of Ancient Greece. And, when we come to the issue of supremacy in poetic creation, the ques- tion arises whether Great Britain has not recently been going through a period similar to the Alexan- drian in other respects than the production of a fine idyllic poet. It is difficult to estimate our own time, so insensibly does the judgment ally itself to the graces and culture in vogue. Take up any well- See pages 20s, 206. Contrast be- tween an- cient and 7nodern lit- erary cycles. 240 FAMOUS ENGLISH PERIODS. Skill and Tefincmcnt of the minor poets. The Geor- gian rcvi- ■val: 1790- 1824. Essny on " The Book o/the Poets:' E. B. B. edited selection from English minor poetry of the last thirty years, and our first thought is, — how full this is of poetry, or at least of poetic material ! What refined sentiment ! what artistic skill ! what elaborate metrical successes ! From beginning to end, how very readable, high-toned, close, and subtile in thought ! Here and there, also, poems are to be found of the veritable cast, — simple, sensuous, passionate ; but not so often as to give shape and color to the whole. With the same standard in view, one could not cull such a garland from the minor poetry of any portion of the last century ; nor, indeed, from that of any in- terval later than the generation after Shakespeare, and earlier than the great revival, which numbered Burns, Wordsworth, Byron, and Keats among tlie leaders of an awakened chorus of natural English minstrelsy. That revival, in its minor and major aspects, was truly glorious and inspiring. The poets who sus- tained it were led, through the disgust following a hundred years of false and flippant art, and by some- thing of an intellectual process, to seek again that full and limpid fountain of nature to which the Eliza- bethan singers resorted intuitively for their draughts. But the unconscious vigor of that early period was still more brave and immortal than its philosophical counterpart in our own century. Ah, those days of Elizabeth ! of which Mrs. Browning said, in her exult- ant, womanly way, — that "full were they of poets as the summer days are of birds Never since the first nightingale brake voice in Eden arose such a jubilee-concert ; never before nor since has such a crowd of true poets uttered true poetic speech in one day Why, a common man, walking through the earth in those days, grew a poet by position." THE MEDITATIVE SCHOOL. 241 Now, have freshness, synthetical art, and sustained imaginative power been the prominent endowments of the recent schools of British minor poets ? For an answer we must give attention to their blended or distinctive voices, remembering that certain of the ear- liest groups have recruited their numbers, and pro- longed their vitality, throughout the middle and even the latest divisions of the period under review. III. The tone of the first of these divisions upon the whole was suggested by Wordsworth, while the poetic form had not yet lost the Georgian simplicity and profuseness. Filtered through the intervening period of which we have spoken, its eloquence had grown tame, its simplicity somewhat barren and prosaic. Still, both tone and form, continuing even to our day, are as readily distinguished, by the absence of elabo- rate adornment and of curious nicety of thought, from those of either the Tennysonian or the very latest school, as the water of the Mississippi from that of the Missouri for miles below their confluence. The poets of the group before us are not inaptly thought to constitute the Meditative School, characterized by seriousness, reflection, earnestness, and, withal, by re- ligious faith, or by impressive conscientious bewilder- ment among the weighty problems of modern thought. The name of Hartley Coleridge here may be recalled. His poetry, slight in force and volume, yet relieved by half-tokens of his father's sudden melody and pas- sion, is cast in the mould and phrase of his father's life-long friend. This mingled quality came by de- scent and early association. The younger Coleridge II p A question before the reader. Influetice of Words- worth. The Medi- tative School. Rev. Hart- ley Cole- ridge : 1796-1849. 242 MITFORD. — TRENCH. — ALFORD. Rev. "John Mitford: 1811-58. Richard Chenevix Trench : 1S07-86. Henry Al/ord: 1810-71. A ubrey Thomas dt Vere : 18 14- (whose beautiful child-picture by Wilkie adds a touch- ing interest to his memoirs) inherited to the full the physical and psychological infirmities of the elder, with but a limited portion of that "rapt one's" divine gift. The atmosphere of his boyhood was full of learning and idealism. He had great accomplishments, and had the poetic temperament, with all its weaknesses and dangers, yet without a coequal faculty of reflec- tion and expression. Hence the inevitable and pa- thetic tragedy of a groping, clouded life, sustained only by piteous resignation and faith. Several moral- istic poets date from this early period, — Mitford, Trench, Alford, and others of a like religious mood. Archbishop Trench's work is careful and scholarly, marked by earnestness, and occasionally rises above a didactic level. Dean Alford's consists largely of Wordsworthian sonnets, to which add a poem mod- elled upon " The Excursion " ; yet he has written a few sweet lyrics that may preserve his name. The devotional traits of these writers gave some of them a wider reading, in England and America, than their scanty measure of inspiration really deserved. Grad- ually they have fallen out of fashion, and again illus- trate the truth that no ethical virtue will compensate us in art for dulness, didacticism, want of imaginative fire. Aubrey de Vere, a later disciple of the Cumber- land school, is of a different type, and has shown ver- satility, taste, and a more natural gift of song. This gentle poet and scholar, though hampered by too rigid adoption of Wordsworth's theory, often has an attrac- tive manner of his own. Criticized from the artistic point of view, a few studies after the antique seem \ very terse when compared with his other work. A late drama, " Alexander the Great," has strength of DE VERE. —BURBIDGE. — STERLING. 243 language and construction. The earnestness and pu- rity of his patriotic and religious verses give them exaltation, and, on the whole, the Irish have a right to be proud of this most spiritual of their poets, — one who, unlike Hartley Coleridge, has improved upon an inherited endowment. Returning on our course, we see in the verse of Burbidge another reflection of Wordsworth, but also something that reminds us of the older English poets. As a whole, it is of mid- dle quality, but so correct and finished that it is no wonder the author never fulfilled the dangerous promise of his boyhood. He was a schoolfellow of Clough, and I am not aware that he ever published any volume subsequent to that by which this note is ^suggested, and which bears the date of 1838. The relics of Sterling, the subject of Carlyle's familiar me- moir, like those of Hallam, do not of themselves exhibit the full ground of the biographer's devotion. The two names, nevertheless, have given occasion re- spectively for the most characteristic poem and the finest prose memorial of recent times. A few of Sterling's minor lyrics, such as " Mirabeau," are elo- quent, and, while defaced by conceits and prosaic expressions, show flashes of imagination which bright- en the even twilight of a meditative poet. Between the deaths of Sterling and Clough a long interval elapsed, yet there is a resemblance between them in temperament and mental cast. It may be said of Clough, as Carlyle said of Sterling, that he was " a remarkable soul, .... who, more than others, sensi- ble to its influences, took intensely into him such tint and shape of feature as the world had to offer there and then ; fashioning himself eagerly by what- soever of noble presented itself." It may be said of Thomas Burl/id i^e : born abcut 1816. John Sterling: •• 1806-44- A rihur Hugh Clough : 1819-61. 244 ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. Cp. " Poets »/ Amer- ica " ; //. 339i 340- ClougVs hexameter foem. him, likewise, that in his writings and actions " there is for all true hearts, and especially for young noble seekers, and strivers towards what is highest, a mirror in which some shadow of themselves and of their immeasurably complex arena will profitably present itself. Here also is one encompassed and struggling even as they now are." Clough must have been a rare and lovable spirit, else he could never have so wrapped himself within the affections of true men. Though he did much as a poet, it is doubtful whether his genius reached anything like a fair development. Intimate as he was with the Tennysons, his style, while often reflective, remained essentially his own. His fine original nature was never quite subservient to passing influences. His free temperament and. radical way of thought, with a manly disdain of all factitious advancement, made him a force even among the choice companions attached to his side ; and he was valued as much for his character and for what he was able to do, as for the things he actually accom- plished. There was nothing second-rate in his mould, and his Bothie of Tober-na-Vuolich, which bears the reader along less easily than the billowy hexameters of Kingsley, is charmingly faithful to its Highland theme, and has a Doric simplicity and strength. His shorter pieces are uneven in merit, but all suggestive and worth a thinker's attention. If he could have remained in the liberal American atmosphere, and have been spared his untimely taking-off, he might have come to greatness ; but he is now no more, and with him departed a radical thinker and a living protest against the truckling expedients of the mode. The poetry of Lord Houghton is of a modern con- templative type, very pure, and often sweetly lyrical. MILNES. — NE WMA N. — PALGRA VE. 245 Emotion and intellect blend harmoniously in his deli- cate, suggestive verse, and a few of his songs — among which " I wandered by the brookside " at once recurs to the memory — have a deserved and lasting place in English antholog)% This beloved writer has kept within his limitations. He has the sincere affection of men of letters, who all honor his free thought, his catholic taste, and his generous devotion to authors and the literary life. To the friend and biographer of Keats, the thoughtful patron of David Gray, and the progressive enthusiast in poetry and art, I venture to pay this cordial tribute, knowing that I but feebly repeat the sentiments of a multitude of authors on either side of the Atlantic. Dr. Newman has lightened the arduous labors and controversies of his distinguished career by the com- position of many thoughtful hymns, imbued with the most devotional spirit of his faith. As representing the side of obedience to tradition these Verses of Mafiy Years have their significance. At the opposite pole of theological feeling, Palgrave, just as earnest and sincere, seems to illustrate the Laureate's say- ing,— " There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds." Nevertheless, in "The Reign of Law," one of his best and most characteristic pieces, he argues himself into a reverential optimism, that seems, just now, to be the resting-place of the speculative religious mind. He may be said to represent the latest attitude of the meditative poets, and in this closely resembles Arnold, of whom I have already spoken as the most conspicuous and able modern leader of their school. Richard Monckton Milnes ■■ 1S09-8S Rev. John Henry Newman ." 1801- Frnncis Turner Palgrave I 1824- 246 PL UMP TRE. — M VERS. — HA MER TON. Rev. Ed- ward Hayes Plutnptre : 1821- Frederic William Henry Myers : 1843- Philip Gilbert Hamerton : 1834- Spirit of the cotiteynpla- tive poets. See also pp. 96-98. Indeed, there is scarcely a criticism which I have made upon the one that will not apply to the other. Palgrave, with less objective taste and rhythmical skill than are displayed in Arnold's larger poems, is in his lyrics equally searching and philosophical, and occasionally shows evidence of a musical and more natural ear. The Biblical legends and narrative poems of Dr. Plumptre are simple, and somewhat like those of the American Willis, but didactic and of a kind going out of vogue. His hymns are much bet- ter, but it is as a classical translator that we find him at his best. Among the later religious poets Myers deserves notice for the feeling, careful finish, and poetic sentiment of his longer pieces. A few of his quatrain-lyrics are exceedingly delicate ; his son- nets, more than respectable. From the resemblance of the artist Hamerton's descriptive poetry to that of Wordsworth, I refer, in this place, to his volume, T/ie Isles of Loch Awe., and Other Poems., issued in 1859. This dainty book, with its author's illustrations, is interesting as the production of one who has since achieved merited popularity both as an artist and prose author, — in either of which capacities he probably is more at home than if he had followed the art which gave vent to the enthusiasm of his younger days. He may, however, be called the tour- ist's poet ; his book is an excellent companion to one travelling northward ; the poems, though lacking terse- ness and force, and written on a too obvious theory, are picturesque, and, as the author claimed for them in an appendix, "coherent, and easily understood." Regarding Palgrave and Arnold, then, as advanced members of the contemplative group, I renew the question concerning the freshness and creative in- DOUBTING HEARTS. 247 stinct of this recent school. The unconscious but uppermost emotion of both is one of doubt and inde- cision : a feeling, I have said, that they were born too late. They are awed and despondent before the mysteries of life and nature. As to art, their con- viction is that somehow the glory and the dream have left our bustling generation for a long, long ab- sence, and may not come again. Palgrave's " Reign of Law," after all, is but making the best of a dark matter. It reasons too closely to be highly poetical. The doubts and refined melancholy of his other poetry reflect the sentiment of the still more subtile Arnold, from whose writings many a passage such as this may be taken, to show a dissatisfaction with his mission and the time : — " Who can see the green Earth any more . As she was by the sources of Time } Who imagine her fields as they lay In the sunshine, unworn by the plough "i Who thinks as they thought, The tribes who then lived on her breast, Her vigorous, primitive sons } • • • • What Bard, At the height of his vision, can dream Of God, of the world, of the soul, With a plainness as near. As flashing as Moses felt. When he lay in the night by his flock On the starlit Arabian waste ? Can rise and obey The beck of the Spirit like him ? And we say that repose has fled Forever the course of the River of Time," etc. Great or small, the meditative poets lack that elas- A ititude of Palgrave and A mold. 248 A FEW STRONG SINGERS. Weakness and declhie of the school. A few inde- pendent singers. Richard Hens^ist Horne : born 1802-03, died tiJarch 13, 1^64. ticity which is imparted by a true lyrical period, — whose very life is gladness, with song and art for an undoubting, blithesome expression. The better class, thus sadly impressed, and believing it in vain to grasp at the skirts of the vanishing Muse, are im- pelled to substitute choice simulacra, which culture and artifice can produce, for the simplicity, sensuous- ness, and passion, declared by Milton to be the ele- ments of genuine poetry. They are what training has made them. Some of the lesser names were cherished by their readers, in a mild and sterile time, for their domestic or religious feeling, — very few really for their imagination or art. At last even sentiment has failed to sustain them, and one by one they have been relegated to the ever-increasing col- lection of unread and rarely cited " specimen " verse. IV. So active a literary period could not fail to devel- op, among its minor poets, singers of a more fresh and genuine order. Here and there one may be dis- covered whose voice, however cultivated, has been less dependent upon culture, and more upon emotion and unstudied art. One of the finest of these, un- questionably, is Horne, author of " Cosmo de' Medici," "Gregory the Seventh," "The Death of Marlowe," and " Orion." I am not sure that in natural gift he is inferior to his most famous contem.poraries. That he here receives brief attention is due to the dispro- portion between the sum of his productions and the length of his career, — for he still is an occasional and eccentric contributor to letters. There is some- thing Elizabethan in Home's writings, and no less in RICHARD HENGIST HORNE. 249 a restless love of adventure, which has borne him wandering and fighting around the world, and breaks out in the robust and virile, though uneven, character of his poems and plays. He has not only, it would seem, dreamed of life, but lived it. Taken together, his poetry exhibits carelessness, want of tact and wise method, but often the highest beauty and power. A fine erratic genius, in temperament not unlike Bed- does and Landor, he has not properly utilized his birthright. His verse is not improved by a certain transcendentalism which pervaded the talk and writ- ings of a set in which he used to move. Thus Orion was written with an allegorical purpose, which luckily did not prevent it from being one of the no- blest poems of our time ; a complete, vigorous, highly imaginative effort in blank-verse, rich with the an- tique imagery, yet modern in thought, — and full of passages that are not far removed from the majestic beauty of "Hyperion." The author's Ballad Romances, issued more lately, is not up to the level of his younger work. While it seems as if Home's life has been unfruitful, and that he failed — through what cause I know not — to conceive a definite purpose in art, and pursue it to the end, it must be remem- bered that a poet is subject to laws over which we have no control, and in his external relations is a law unto himself. I think we fairly may point to this one as another man of genius adversely affected by a period not suited to him, and not as one who in a dramatic era would be incapable of making any larger figure. He was the successor of Darley and Beddoes, and the prototype of Browning, but capable at his best of more finish and terseness than the last- named poet. In most of his productions that have II * A fine er- ratic genius. His " OrioH," etc. Home UH- suited to his period. 250 MA CA ULA v. — A YTOUN. Thomas Babingtmi Aliicatilay : 1800-59. William Edmond- stoune Ay- toun: 1813- 65. reached me, amidst much that is strange and gro- tesque, I find little that is sentimental or weak. Lord Macaulay's Lays of Ancient Rofne was a liter- ary surprise, but its poetry is the rhythmical outflow of a vigorous and affluent writer, given to splendor of diction and imagery in his flowing prose. He spoke once in verse, and unexpectedly. His themes were legendary, and suited to the author's heroic cast, nor was Latinism ever more poetical than under his thoroughly sympathetic handling. I am aware that the Lays are criticised as being stilted and false to the antique, but to me they have a charm, and to almost every healthy young mind are an immediate delight. Where in modern ballad-verse will you find more ringing stanzas, or more impetuous movement and action ? Occasionally we have a noble epithet or image. Within his range — little as one who met him might have surmised it — Macaulay was a poet, and of the kind which Scott would have been first to honor. " Horatius " and " Virginius," among the Ro- aian lays, and that resonant battle-cry of " Ivry," have become, it would seem, a lasting portion of English verse. In the work of Professor Aytoun, similar in kind, but more varied, and upon Scottish themes, we also discern what wholesome and noteworthy verse may be composed by a man who, if not a poet of high rank, is of too honest a breed to resort to un- wonted styles, and to measures inconsonant with the English tongue. The ballads of both himself and Macaulay rank among the worthiest of their class. Aytoun's " Execution of Montrose " is a fine produc- tion. In " Bothwell," his romantic poem in the metre and manner of Scott, he took a subject above his powers, which are at their best in the lyric before CHARLES KINGS LEY. 251 named. Canon Kingsley, as a poet, had a wider range. His "Andromeda" is an admirable composi- tion, — a poem laden with the Greek sensuousness, yet pure as crystal, and the best-sustained example of English hexameters produced up to the date of its composition. It is a matter of indifference whether the measure bearing that name is akin to the antique model, for it became, in the hands of Kingsley, Hawtrey, Longfellow, and Howells, an effective form of English verse. The author of "Andromeda" re- peated the error of ignoring such quantities as do obtain in our prosody, and relying upon accent alone ; but his fine ear and command of words kept him musical, interfluent, swift. In " St. Maura," and the drama called " The Saint's Tragedy," the influence of Browning is perceptible, Kingsley's true poetic fac- ulty is best expressed in various sounding lyrics for which he was popularly and justly esteemed. These are new, brimful of music, and national to the core. " The Sands o' Dee," " The Three Fishers," and " The Last Buccaneer " are very beautiful ; not studies, but a true expression of the strong and tender English heart. Here we observe a suggestive fact. With few ex- ceptions the freshest and most independent poets of the middle division — those who seem to have been born and not made — have been, by profession and reputation, first, writers of prose ; secondly, poets. Their verses appear to me, like their humor, "strength's rich superfluity." Look at Macaulay, Aytoun, and Arnold, — the first a historian and critic, the others, essayists and college professors. Kingsley and Thack- eray might have been dramatic poets in a different time and country, but accepted the romance and Rev. Char lei KingiUy : 1819-75. English hexameter verse. Cp. " Poets of A nier- ica " ; //. 90, gi, aiid pp. 195- 199. Kingsley's ballads. Fresh and genuine poe- try by nota- ble writers 0/ prose. Cp. ''Poets of Amer- ica " .• //. 462-464. 252 TIIORNBUR V. — THA CKERA Y George Walter Thorn- bury : 18^8-76. novel as affording the most dramatic methods of the day. Thornbury is widely known by his prose volumes, but has composed some of the most fiery and rhythmical songs in the English tongue. His Ballads of the New World are inferior to his Songs of the Cavaliers and Roimdheads, and to his other lyrics of war and revolution in Great Britain and France, which are full of unstudied lyrical power. Some of these remind us of Browning's " Cavalier Tunes " ; but Browning may well be proud of the pupil who wrote " The Sally from Coventry " and " The Three Scars." He is hasty and careless, and sometimes coarse and extravagant ; his pieces seem to be struck off at a heat, — but what can be better than " The Jester's Sermon," "The Old Grenadier's Story," and " La Tricoteuse " ? How unique the jfacoblte Ballads ! Read "The White Rose over the Water." "The Three Troopers," a ballad of the Protectorate, has a clash and clang not often resonant in these piping times: — A true lyri- cal poet. • William Makepeace Thackeray : 1811-63. " Into the Devil tavern Three booted troopers strode, From spur to feather spotted and splashed With the mud of a winter road. In each of their cups they dropped a crust, And stared at the guests with a frown ; Then drew their swords and roared, for a toast, ' God send this Crum-well-down ! ' " I have a feeling that this author has not been fairly appreciated as a ballad-maker. Equally perfect of their sort are " The Mahogany-Tree," " The Ballad of Bouillabaise," " The Age of Wisdom," and " The End of the Play," — all by the kindly hand of Thack- eray, which shall sweep the strings of melody no SPONTANEITY. 253 more ; yet iheir author was a satirist and novel-writer, never a professed poet. Nor can one read the col- lection made, late in life, by Doyle, another Oxford professor, of his occasional verse, without thinking that "The Return of the Guards," "The Old Cava- lier," "The Private of the Buffs," and other soldierly ballads are the modest effusions of a natural lyrist, who probably has felt no great encouragement to perfect a lyrical gift that has been crowded -out of fashion by the manner of the latter-day school. The success of these unpretentious singers again illustrates the statement that spontaneity is an essen- tial principle of the art. The poet should carol like the bird : — " He knows not why nor whence he sings, Nor whither goes his warbled song ; As Joy itself delights in joy, His soul finds strength in its employ, And grows by utterance strong." The songs of minstrels in the early heroic ages dis- played the elasticity of national youth. When verses were recited, not written, a pseudo-poet must have found few listeners. In a more cultivated stage, poetry should have all this unconscious freshness, re- fined and harmonized with the thought and finish of the day. Many of the novelists have written verse, but usually, with the foregoing exceptions, by a profes- sional effort rather than a born gift. The Bronte sisters began as rhymesters, but quickly found their true field. Mrs. Craik has composed tender stanzas Sir Francis Hastings Doyle : Spontaneity an essential principle 0/ lyric art. Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica " .• pp. 316, 317. Inferior novelist- poets. The Bronte sisters. 254 NO VELIS T-POE TS. Dinah Maria Mu- lock Craik: 1S26- Marian Evaits Lewes [Mrs. Cross) : 1819-80. Edivard, Lord Lyt- ton : 1 80s - 73- resembling those of Miss Procter, and mostly of a grave and pleasing kind. George Eliot's metrical work has special interest, coming from a woman ac- knowledged to be, in her realistic yet imaginative prose, at the head of living female writers. She has brought all her energies to bear, first upon the con- struction of a drama, which was only a siicres d' estime, and recently upon a new volume containing " The Legend of Jubal " and other poems. The result shows plainly that Mrs. Lewes, though possessed of great intellect and sensibility, is not, in respect to metrical expression, a poet. Nor has she a full con- ception of the simple strength and melody of English verse, her polysyllabic language, noticeable in the moralizing passages of Middlemarch, being very in- effective in her poems. That wealth of thought which atones for all her deficiencies in prose does not seem to be at her command in poetr3\ The Spanish Gypsy reads like a second-rate production of the Byronic school. " The Legend of Jubal " and " How Lisa loved the King " suffer by comparison with the narrative poems, in rhymed pentameter, of Morris, Longfellow, or Stoddard. A little poem in blank- verse, entitled " O may T join the choir invisible ! " and setting forth her conception of the "religion of humanity," is worth all the rest of her poetry, for it is the outburst of an exalted soul, foregoing personal immortality and compensated by a vision of the growth and happiness of the human race. Bulwer was another novelist-poet, and one of the most persistent. During middle age he renewed the efforts made in his youth to obtain for his metrical writings a recognition always accorded to his ingenious and varied prose-romance \ but whatever he did in BULWER, AND THE MAGAZINISTS. 255 verse was the result of deliberate intellect and culture. The fire was not in him, and his measures do not give out heat and light. His shorter lyrics never have the true ring ; his translations are somewhat rough and pedantic ; his satires were often in poor taste, and brought him no great profit; his serio comic legendary poem of King Arthur is a monument to industry, but never was labor more hopelessly thrown away. In dramas like " Richelieu " and "Cromwell" he was more successful; they contain pas- sages which are wise, eloquent, and effective, though rarely giving out the subtile aroma which comes from the essential poetic principle. Yet Bulwer had an honest love for the beautiful and sublime, and his futile effort to express it was almost pathetic. Many of his odes and translations were contributed, I think, to Blackwood's magazine. This suggests men- tion of the ephemeral groups of lyrists that gathered about the serials of his time. Among the Blackwood writers, Moir, Aird, — a Scotsman of some imagina- tion and fervor, — Simmons, and a few greater or lesser lights, are still remembered. Benl/efs was the mouth- piece of a rollicking set of pedantic and witty rhyme- sters, from whose diversions a book of comic ballads has been compiled. Fraser's, The Dublin Ufiiversiiy, and other magazines, attracted each its own staff of verse-makers, besides receiving the frequent assistance of poets of wide repute. I may say that throughout the period much creditable verse has been produced by studious men who have given poetry the second place as a vocation. Among recent productions of this class the historical drama of Hannibal, by Professor Nichol, of Glasgow, may be taken as a type and a fair example. The maga- zines and their con- iribuiors. David Mac- beth Moir: 1798-1851. Thotitas A ird : 1802-76. B. Sim- mons : died 1850. John Nichol'. 1833- 256 WADE. — DOMETT. Diffusion 0/ inferior verse. Thomas Kibble Hervey : 1799-1859. Martin Farquhar Tupper: 1810- Rev. Robert Montgom- ery : 1 807 - 55- A fei^v men 0/ early promise. Thomas Wade : 1805-75. Alfred Domett : His Black- wood lyrics. With respect to poetry, as to prose, the coarser and less discriminating appetite is the more widely dif- fused. Create a popular taste for reading, and an inferior article comes to satisfy it, by the law of sup- ply and demand. Hence the enormous circulation of didactic artificial measures, adjusted to the moral and intellectual levels of commonplace, like those of Her- vey, Tupper, and Robert Montgomery : while other poets of the early and middle divisions, who had sparks of genius in them, but who could not adapt themselves to either the select or popular markets of their time, found the struggle too hard for them, and have passed out of general sight and mind. At the very beginning of the period Wade gave promise of something fine. A copy of his Mimdi et Cordis lies before me, dated 1835. It is marked with the extrava- gance and turgidity which soon after. broke out among the rhapsodists, yet shows plainly the sensitiveness and passion of the poet. The contents are in sym- pathy with, and like, the early work of Shelley, and various poems are of a democratic, liberal stripe, in- spired by the struggle then commencing over Europe. As long ago as 1837 Domett was contributing lyrics to Blackwood which justly won the favor of the burly editor. From a young poet who could throw off a glee like " Hence, rude Winter, crabbed old fellow ! " or " All who 've known each other long," his friends had a right to expect a brilliant future. But he was an insatiable wanderer, and could " not rest from travel." His productions dated from every portion of the globe ; finally he disappeared altogether, and ceased to be heard from, but his memory was kept green by Browning's nervous characterization of him, — " What 's become of Waring ? " After three dec- SCOTT. — MRS. ADAMS. 257 ades the question is answered, and our vagrant bard returns from Australia with a long South Sea idyl, Ranolf and Anw/iia, — a poem justly praised by Brown- ing for varied beauty and power, but charged with the diffuseness, transcendentalism, defects of art and action, that were current among Domett's radical breth- ren so many years ago. The world has gone by him. The lyrics of his youth, and chiefly a beautiful "Christ- mas Hymn," are, after all, the best fruits, as they were the first, of his long and restless life. But doubtless the life itself has been a full compensation. There also was Scott, who wrote The Year of the World, a poem commended by our Concord Brahmin for its faithful utilization of the Hindoo mythology. The author, a distinguished painter and critic, is now one of the highest authorities upon matters pertaining to the arts of design.' There were women too : among them, Mrs. Adams, author of remembered hymns, and of that forgotten drama of Vivia Perpetua, — a creature whose beauty and enthusiasm drew around her the flower of the liberal party ; the friend of Hunt and Carlyle and W. J. Fox, and of Browning in his eager youth. Of many such as these, in whom the lyrical aspiration was checked by too profuse admix- ture with a passion for affairs, for active life, for arts of design, or for some ardent cause to which they be- came devoted, or who failed, through extreme sensibil- ity, to be calm among the turbid elements about them, — of such it may be asked, where are they and their ^ Mr. Scott has now published his miscellaneous ballads, stud- ies from nature, etc., — many of them written years ago, — in a volume to which his own etchings, and those of Alma Tadema, give additional beauty. Thirty-five years later. William Bell Scott: 1811- Sarah Flcnuer Adams : 1805-48. 258 LO VER. — ALLINGHAM. Poetry a jealous tnis- tress. Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica": pp. 75, 409- The song- Viriiers. Samuel Lover: 1797 - 1868. William A llinghatn : 1828- productions, except in the tender memory and honor of their early comrades and friends ? Poetry is a jeal- ous mistress : she demands life, worship, tact, the devotion of our highest faculties ; and he who refuses all of this and more never can be, first, and above his other attributes, an eminent or in any sense a true and consecrated poet. VI. We come to a brood of minstrels scattered numer- ously as birds over the meadows of England, the rye- fields of Scotland, and the green Irish hills. They are of a kind which in any active poetic era it is a pleas- ure to regard. They make no claims to eminence. Their work, however, though it may be faulty and uneven, has the charm of freshness, and comes from the heart. The common people must have songs ; and the children of a generation that had found pleasure in the lyrics of Moore and Haynes Bayley have not been without their simple warblers. One of the most lovable and natural has but lately passed away ; Lover, a versatile artist, blitheful humorist and poet. In writing of Barry Cornwall I have referred to the essential nature of the song, as distinguished from that of the lyric, and in Lover's melodies the former is to be found. The ofhce of such men is to give pleasure in the household, and even if they are not long to be held of account (though no one can safely predict how this shall be), they gain a prompt reward in the affection of their living countrymen. We find spontaneity, also, in the rhymes of Ailing- ham, whose " Mary Donnelly " and " The Fairies " have that intuitive grace called quality, — a grace OTHER SONG-WRITERS. 259 which no amount of artifice can ever hope to pro- duce, and for whose absence mere talent can never compensate us. The ballads of Miss Downing, Waller, and MacCarthy, all have displayed traces of the same charm ; the last-named lyrist, a man of much culture and literary ability, has produced still more attractive work of another kind. Bennett, within his bounds, is a true poet, who not only has composed many lovely songs, but has been successful in more thoughtful efforts. A few of his poems upon infancy and child- hood are sweetly and simply turned. Dr. Mackay, in the course of a long and prolific career, has furnished many good songs. Some of his studied productions have merit, but his proper gift is confined to lyrical work. Among the remaining Scottish and English song-makers, Eliza Cook, the Howitts, Gilfillan, and Swain probably have had the widest recognition ; all have been simple, and often homely, warblers, having their use in fostering the tender piety of household life. Miller, a mild and amiable poet, resembling the Howitts in his love for nature, wrote correct and quiet verse thirty years ago, and was more noticeable for his rural and descriptive measures than for a few conventional songs. It will be observed that, as in earlier years, the most characteristic and impressive songs are of Irish and Scottish production ; and, indeed, lyrical genius is a special gift of the warm-hearted, impulsive Celtic race. Nations die smging, and Ireland has been a land of song, — of melodies suggested by the political distress of a beautiful and unfortunate country, by the poverty that has enforced emigration and brought pathos to every family, and by the traditional loves, hates, fears, that are a second nature to the humble Mary Doivning : 1830- yoAn Fran- cis i-Valler: iSto- Denis Florence MacCarthy: 1817-82. lyaiiam Cox Ben- nett: 1820- Cluirles Mackay : 1S14- Eliza Cook: 18.7- IVilliatn Hoivitt : 1795-1879. Mary How- itt: 1798- Rohert Gilfillan : 1798-1850. Charles Swain .' 1803-74. Thomas Miller: iSog- 74. Irish and Scottish songs. Patriotic ballads. 26o IRISH MINSTRELSY. Tlie Dublin newspaper press. Gerald Griffin : 1803 -40. John Batiini : 179S- 1S42. Helen Se- lina. Lady Duffer in : 1S07-67. Thomas D'A rcy McGee: 1825-68. John Kells Ingratn : 1820- Thoijias Davis : i8>4-45- Sir Charles Gavan Duffy: 1S16- John Keegan : 1 809 - 49. Linton (see Chap. VI I L). Mrs. Varian ("Finola"). Lady Wilde (" S per an- za-"). y antes Clarence Mangan : 1803-49. Other democratic rhymesters. peasant. All Irish art is faulty and irregular, but often its faults are endearing, and in its discords there is sweet sound. That was a signiiicant chorus which broke out during the prosperous times of The Nation, thirty years ago, and there was more than one tuneful voice among the patriotic contributors to the Dublin newspaper press. Griffin and Banim, novel- ists and poets, flourished at a somewhat earlier date, and did much to revive the Irish poetical spirit. Read Banim's " Soggarth Aroon " ; in fact, examine the mass of poetry, old and recent, collected in Hayes' " Ballads," with all its poverty and riches, and, amid a great amount of rubbish, we find many genuine folk-songs, brimming with emotion and natural poetic fire. Certain ballads of Lady Dufferin, and such a lyric as McGee's "Irish Wife," are not speedily for- gotten. Among the most prominent of the song- makers were the group to which I have referred, — Ingram, Davis, Duffy, Keegan, McGee, Linton (the English liberal), Mrs. Varian, Lady Wilde, and others, not forgetting Mangan, in some respects the most origi- nal of all. These political rhymers truthfully repre- sented the popular feeling of their own day. Their songs and ballads will be the study of some future Macaulay, and are of the kind that both makes and illustrates national history. Their object was not art ; some of their rhymes are poor indeed ; but they fairly belong to that class of which Fletcher of Saltoun wrote : "If a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation." Here, too, we may say a word of a contemporary tribe of English democratic poets, many of them springing from the people, who kept up such an ala- CHARTIST VERSE. 261 rum during the Chartist agitation. After Thorn, the " Inverury poet," who mostly confined himself to dia- lect and genre verses, and young Nicoll, who, at the beginning of our period strayed from Scotland down to Leeds, and poured out stirring liberal lyrics during the few months left to him, — after these we come to the bards of Chartism itself. This movement lasted from 1836 to 1850, and had a distinct school of its own. There was Cooper, known as " the Chartist poet." Linton, afterward to become so eminent as an artist and engraver, was equally prolific and more poetical, — a born reformer, who relieved his eager spirit by incessant poetizing over the pseudonym of " Spartacus," and of whom I shall have occasion to speak again. Ebenezer Jones was another Chartist rhymester, but also composed erotic verse ; a man of considerable talent, who died young. These men and their associates were greatly in earnest as agitators, and often to the injury of their position as artist* and poets. WiUiam Thont : 1799- 1850. Robert Nicoll: 1814-37- Chartism. Thomas Cooper : 1805- " sparta- cus." EbeTiezer "jfones : 1820 - 60. CHAPTER VIII. THE SUBJECT CONTINUED. Recent errors and affectations. The Rhap- sodisis ; or the " Spas- ■modic ' ■ school. " Firmil- ian." FEW of the minor poets belonging to the middle division of our period have been of the healthy and independent cast of Kingsley, Thackeray, Thorn- bury, or Aytoun. Some have servilely followed the vocal leaders, or even imitated one another, — the law of imitation involving a lack of judgment, and caus- ing them to copy the heresies, rather than the virtues of their favorites ; and we are compelled to observe the devices by which they have striven, often uncon- sciously, to resist adverse influences or to hide the poverty of their own invention. The Chartist or radical poets, of whom we have just spoken, were the forerunners of a more artistic group whose outpourings the wits speedily character- ized by the epithet " spasmodic." Their work con- stantly affords examples of the knack of substitution. Mention of Aytoun reminds us that he did good ser- vice, through his racy burlesque, Firniilian, in turning the laugh upon the pseudo-earnestness of this rhap- sodical school. Its adherents, lacking perception and synthesis, and mistaking the materials of poetry for THE RHAPSODISTS. 263 poetry itself, aimed at the production of quotable passages, and crammed their verse with mixed and conceited imagery, gushing diction, interjections, and that mockery of passion which is but surface-deep. Bailey was one of the most notable of this group, and from his earliest production may be termed the founder of the order. Festus certainly made an im- pression upon a host of readers, and is not without inchoate elements of power. The poet exhausted himself by this one effort, his later productions want- ing even the semblance of force which marked it and established the new emotional school. The poets that took the contagion were mostly very young. Alex- ander Smith years afterward seized Bailey's mantle, and flaunted it bravely for a while, gaining by A Life-Drama as sudden and extensive a reputation as that of his master. This poet wrote of " A Poem round and perfect as a star," but the work from which the line is taken is not of that sort. With much impressiveness of imagery and extravagant diction that caught the easily, but not long, tricked public ear, it was vicious in style, loose in thought, and devoid of real vigor or beauty. In after years, through honest study, Smith acquired bet- ter taste and worked after a more becoming purpose. His prose essays were charming, and his City Foems, marked by sins of omission only, may be rated as negatively good. " Glasgow " and " The Night before the Wedding " really are excellent. The poet became a genuine man of letters, but died young, and when he was doing his best work. Massey, another emo- tional versifier, came on (like Ernest Jones, — who went out more speedily) in the wake of the Chartist Philip y antes Bailey : 1816- A lexander Smith : 1830-67. Gerald Massey : 1828- 264 BA ILE Y. — SMITH. — MA SSE Y. — MA CD ONA LD. George Macdonald : 1824- Davld Gray: 1838-61. movement, to which its old supporters vainly sought to give new life with the hopes aroused by the con- tinental revolutions of 1848. He made his sensation by cheap rhetoric, and the substitution of sentiment for feeling, in an otherwise laudable championship of the working-classes from which he sprang. Sympathy for his cause gained his social verses a wide hearing ; but his voice sounds to better advantage in his songs of wedded love and other fireside lyrics, which often are earnest and sweet. He also has written an un- usually good ballad, " Sir Richard Grenville's Last Fight." The latest of the transcendental poets is Macdon- ald, who none the less has great abilities as a preacher and novelist, and in various literary efforts has shown himself possessed of deep emotion and a fertile, deli- cate fancy. Some of his realistic, semi-religious tales of Scottish life are admirable. " Light," an ode, is imaginative and eloquent, but not well sustained, and his poetry too often, when not commonplace, is vague, effeminate, or otherwise poor. Is it defective vision, or the irresistible tendency of race, that inclines even the most imaginative North-Country writers to what is termed mysticism? A "Celtic glamour" is veiling the muse of Buchanan, — of whom I shall write more fully hereafter, — so that she is in danger of confusing her- self with the forgotten phantoms of the spasmodic school. The touching story and writings of poor Gray — who lived just long enough to sing his own dirges, and died with all his music in him — reveal a sensitive temperament unsustained by co-ordinate power. Possibly we should more justly say that his powers were undeveloped, for I do not wholly agree with those who deny that he had genius, and who DAVID GRAY. 265 think his work devoid of true promise. The limitless conceit involved in his estimate of himself was only what is secretly cherished by many a bantling poet, who is not driven to confess it by the horror of im- pending death. His main performance, " The Luggie," shows a poverty due to the want of proper literary models in his stinted cottage-home. It is an eigh- teenth-century poem, suggested by too close reading of Thomson and the like. Education, as compared with aspiration, comes slowly to low-born poets. The sonnets entitled " In the Shadows," written during the gradual progress of Gray's disease, are far more poet- ical, because a more genuine expression of feeling. They are indeed a painful study. Here is a subjec- tive monody, uttered from the depths, but rounded off with that artistic instinct which haunts a poet to the last. The self-pity, struggle, self-discipline, and final resignation are inexpressibly sorrowful and tragic. Gray had the making of a poet in him, and suffered all the agonies of an exquisite nature contemplating the swift and surely coming doom. II. After the death of Wordsworth the influence of Tennyson and that of Browning had more effect upon the abundant offerings of the minor poets. In the work of many we discover the elaboration and finesse of an art-method superadded by the present Laureate to the contemplative philosophy of his predecessor ; while not a few, impressed by Browning's dramatic studies, assume an abrupt and picturesque manner, and hunt for grotesque and mediasval themes. Often the former class substitute a commonplace realism 12 Influence of Tennyson and Brown- ins. False sim- plicity. 266 INFLUENCE OF TENNYSON AND BROWNING. Balzac on the true ntis- sion of Art. Cp. " Poets of A tner- ica " ; //. 367-369. Afihorisms of IVilliam Blake. Coventry Kearsey Dighion Patntore .' 1823- for the simplicity of Tennyson's English idyls, just as the latest aspirants, trying to cope with thj Pre- Raphaelite leaders, whose work is elevated by genius, carry the treatment beyond conscientiousness into sectarianism, and divide the surface of Nature from her perspective, laying hold upon her body, yet evaded by her soul. Balzac makes a teacher say to his pupil: " The mission of Art is not to copy Nature, but to express her. You are not a vile copyist, but a poet! Take a cast from the hand of your mistress ; place it before you ; you will find it a horrible corpse with- out any resemblance, and you will be forced to resort to the chisel of an artist, who, without exactly copy- ing it, will give you its movement and its life. We have to seize the spirit, the soul, the expression, of beings and things." Many of Blake's aphorisms ex- press the same idea. " Practice and opportunit}'," he said, " very soon teach the language of art. Its spirit and poetry, centred in the imagination alone, never can be taught ; and these make the artist Men think they can copy Nature as correctly as I copy the imagination. This they will find impossible. . . . . Nature and Fancy are two things, and never can be joined ; neither ought any one to attempt it, for it is idolatry, and destroys the soul." Coventry Patmore, not fully comprehending these truths, has made verses in which, despite a few lovely and attractive passages, the simplicity is af- fected and the realism too bald. A carpet-knight in poetry, as the younger Trollope latterly is in prose, he merely photographs life, and often in its poor and commonplace forms. He thus falls short of that aris- tocracy of art which by instinct selects an elevated theme. It is better to beautify life, though by an PA TMORE. — DOB ELL. — L YTTON. 267 illusive reflection in a Claude Lorraine mirror, than to repeat its every wrinkle in a sixpenny looking- glass, after the fashion of such lines as these : — " Restless, and sick of long exile From those sweet friends, I rode to see The church repairs ; and, after a while, Waylaying the Dean, was asked to tea. They introduced the Cousin Fred I 'd heard of. Honor's favorite : grave, Dark, handsome, bluff, but gently bred, And with an air of the salt wave. He stared, and gave his hand, and I Stared too," etc. This is not the simplicity of Wordsworth in his better moods, nor of the true idyllists, nor of him who was the simplest of all poets, yet the kingliest in manner and theme. Sydney Dobell, a man of an eccentric yet very poetic disposition, had the faults of both the spas- modic and realistic modes, and these were aggravated by a desire to maintain a separate position of his own. His notes were pitched on a strident key, piping shrill and harsh through all the clamor of his fellow-bards. " Balder " is the very type of a spas- modic drama. " The Roman " is a healthier, though earlier, production, at least devoid of egotism and gush. His lyrics constantly strive for effect. In " How 's My Boy ? " and " Tommy 's Dead," he struck pathetic, natural chords, but more often his measures and inversions were disagreeably strange, while his sentiment was tame and his action slighted. " Owen Meredith," — what shall be said of the author of "The Wanderer," " Clytemnestra," and "The Apple of Life " ? Certainly not that " Chronicles and Char- Sydney Dobell: 1824-74. Robert, Lord Lyt- ion: 1831' 268 THE TWO BULWERS. 'Lucik.' The two Buliuers. acters," " Orval," and others of his maturer poems are an advance upon these early lyrics which so pleased young readers half a generation ago. They are not open to criticism that will apply to " The Wanderer," etc., but incur the severer charge of dul- ness which must preclude them from the welcome given to his first books. " Lucile," with all its light- ness, remains his best poem, as well as the most popular : a really interesting, though sentimental, par- lor-novel, written in fluent verse, — a kind of pro- duction exactly suited to his gift and limitations. It is quite original, for Lytton adds to an inherited talent for melodramatic tale-writing a poetical ear, good knowledge of effect, and a taste for social excitements. His society-poems, with their sensuousness and af- fected cynicism, present a later aspect of the quality that commended Ernest Maltravers and Pelhain to the young people of a former day. Some of his early lyrics are tender, warm, and beautiful ; but more are filled with hot-house passion, — with the ra- diance, not of stars, but of chandeliers and gas-lights. The Bulwers always have been a puzzle. Their cul- tured talent and cleverness in many departments have rivalled the genius of other men. We admire their glittering and elaborate structures, though aware of something hollow or stuccoed in the walls, columns, and ceilings, and even suspicious of the floor on which we stand. Father and son, — their love of letters, determination, indomitable industry, have com- manded praise. The son, writing in poetry as nat- urally as his father wrote in prose, has the same adroitness, the same unbounded ambition, the same conscientiousness in labor and lack of it in method. In his metaphysical moods we see a reflection of the MINOR IDYLUC SCHOOL. 269 clearer Tennysonian thought; and, indeed, while in- teresting and amusing us, he always was something of an imitator. His lyrics were like Browning's dramatic stanzas ; his blank-verse appropriated the breaks and cadences of Tennyson, and ventured on subjects which the Laureate was long known to have in hand. The better passages of " Clytemnestra " were taken almost literally from ^schylus. Those versed in Oriental poetry have alleged that his wan- derings upon its borders are mere forays in " fresh woods and pastures new." His voluminous later works, in which every style of poetry is essayed, cer- tainly have not fulfilled the promise of his youth, and those friends are disappointed who once looked to him for signs of a new poetical dawn. III. The merits and weakness of the idyllic method, as compared with that of a time when a high lyric or epic feeling has prevailed, can best be studied in the productions of the Laureate's followers, rather than in his own verse ; for the latter, whatever the method, would derive from his intellectual genius a glory and a charm. The idyl is a picturesque, rather than an imaginative, form of art, and calls for no great amount of invention or passion. It invariably has the method of a busy, anxious age, seeking rest rather than ex- citement. Through restrained emotion, music, and picturesque simplicity it pleases, but seems to betoken absence of creative power. The minor idyllists hunt for themes, — they do not write because their themes compel them ; they construct poems as still-life artists paint their pictures, becoming thorough workmen, but Minor idyl- lic poets. The idyl. 270 F. TENNYSON.— WOOLNER.— LINTON. Frederick Tennyson. Charles ( Te>i?iyson) Tur^ier : 1S08-79. Ed7vin Ar- nold: 1832- Roden Noel. Bui see Supple- ment. Thomas U'oolner, R. A.: 1S26- William yames L ittton : 1812- See page 261. at last we yearn for some swift heroic composition whose very faults are qualities, and whose inspiration fills the maker's soul. Frederick Tennyson, for example, treats outdoor nature with painstaking and curious discernment, re- peating every shadow ; but the result is a pleasantly illustrated catalogue of scenic details. It is nature refined by a tasteful landscape-gardener. Few late poets, however, have shown more elegance in verse- structure and rhythm. An artistic motive runs through his poems, all of which are carefully finished and not marred by the acrobatism of the rhapsodic school. Turner, another of the Tennyson brothers, was the least modern of them in his cast. His sonnets do not conform to either the Italian or English requirements, but have some poetical value. Edwin Arnold's verse is that of a scholarly gentleman. The books of Roden Noel may pass without comment. My Beautiful Lady, by Woolner, is a true product of the art-school, with just that tinge of gentle affectation which the name implies. It has a distinct motive, — to commemorate the growth, maintenance, and final strengthening by death, of a pure and sacred love, and is a votive tribute to its theme : a delicate volume of such verse as could have been produced in no other time. Lin- ton's Claribel and Other Poems, 1865, distinctly belongs to the same school, and is noteworthy as an early specimen of a method frequently imitated by the latest poets. At the date of its appearance this pretty vol- ume was almost unique, — the twofold work of the author, as artist and poet, and dedicated to William Bell Scott, a man of sympathetic views and associa- tions. We have seen that Linton's early writings were devoted to liberal and radical propagandism. The JVESTWOOD. — MEREDITH. — ASHE. 271 volume before me is a collection of more finished poetry, imbued with an artistic purpose, and with beauty of execution and design. Few men have so much individuality as its author, or are more versatile in acquirements and adventure. He is a famous en- graver, and his work as a draughtsman and painter is full of meaning. These gifts are used to heighten the effect of his songs ; fanciful and poetical designs are scattered along the pages of this book ; nor can it be said that such aids are meretricious, in these latter days, when poetry is addressed not only to the ear but also to the eye. Some of the verse requires no pictures to sustain it. A "Threnody" in memory of Albert Darasz is an addition to the few good and imaginative English elegiac poems ; and it may be said of whatever Linton does, that, if sometimes ec- centric, it shows a decisive purpose and a love of art for its own sake. Westwood's "The Quest of the Sanc- greall " marks him for one of Tennyson's pupils. His minor lyrics are more pleasing. All these poets turn at will from one method to another, and may be classed as of the composite school. Meredith's verse is a further illustration ; he is dramatic and realistic, but occasionally ventures upon a classical or romantic study. He often fails of his purpose, though usually having one. The Poems of the English Roadside seem to me his most original work, and of them "Juggling Jerry" is the best. Ashe is one of those minor poets who catch and reflect the prevailing mode : he belongs to the chorus, and is not an independent singer. His Poems, 1859, are mildly classical and idyllic; but in 1867 he gave us The Sorrows of Hyp- sipyle, — after Atalania in Calydon had revived an in- terest in dramatic poetry modelled upon the antique. Thomas Westwood: 1814- George Meredith : 182S- Thontas Ashe: 1836- 272 'VERS DE SOCIEtE: Vers de tocieU, including satire, par- ody, etc. Cp. " Pods of Amer- ica " ; pp. 284, 2S5, 448. Rev. Francis Mahojiey '. 1805-66. Qualities of gnod society- verse. IV. Of those patrician rhymes which, for want of an English equivalent, are termed vers de society, the gentle Praed, who died at the commencement of the period, was an elegant composer. In verse under this head may also be included, for the occasion, epigrammatic couplets, witty and satirical songs, and all that metrical badinage which is to other poetry what the feiiilleton is to prose. During the first half of our retrospect it was practised chiefly by scholarly and fluent wits. In the form of satire and parody it was cleverly employed, we have seen, by Aytoun, in his " spasmodic tragedy " of "Firmilian"; merrily, too, by Aytoun and Martin in the Bon Gualtier ballads ; by Thackeray in " Love- Songs made Easy," " Lyra Hibernica," the ballads of " Pleaceman X.," etc. ; by Hood in an interminable string of mirth and nonsense ; and with mock-heroic scholarship by the undaunted Irish wit, poet, and Lat- inist, " Father Prout," and the whole jovial cohort that succeeded to the foregoing worthies in the pages of the monthly magazines. But with the restrained manners of the present time, and the finish to which everything is subjected, we have a revival of the more select order of society-verse. This is marked by an indefinable aroma which elevates it to the region of poetic art, and owing to which, as to the imperishable essence of a subtile perfume, the lightest ballads of Suckling and Waller are current to this day. In fine, true vers de societe is marked by humor, by spontane- ity, joined with extreme elegance of finish, by the quality we call breeding, — above all, by lightness of touch. Its composer holds a place in the Parnassian hemicycle as legitimate as that of Robin Goodfellow MAHONE Y. — LOCKER. — CAL VERLE Y. — DOB SON. 273 in Oberon's court. The dainty lyrics of Locker not unfrequently display these characteristics : he is not strikingly original, but at times reminds us of Praed or of Thackeray, and again, in such verses as " To my Grandmother," of an American, — Dr. Holmes. But his verse is light, sweet, graceful, gayly wise, and sometimes pathetic. Calverley and Dobson are the best of the new farceurs. Fly-Leaves., by the former, contains several burlesques and serio-comic transla- tions that are excellent in their way, with most agree- able qualities of fancy and thought. Dobson's Vign- ettes in Rhyme has one or two lyrics, besides lighter pieces equal to the best of Calverley's, which show their author to be not only a gentleman and a scholar, but a most graceful poet, — titles that used to be associated in the thought of courtly and debonair wits. Such a poet, to hold the hearts he has won, not only must maintain his qualit}', but strive to vary his style ; because, while there is no work, brightly and originally done, which secures a welcome so instant as that accorded to his charming verse, there is none to which the public ear becomes so quickly wonted, and none from which the world so lightly turns upon the arrival of a new favorite with a different note. Society-verse, then, has been another symptom of cultured and refined periods, — of the times of Horace, Catullus, Theocritus, Waller, Pope, Voltaire, Tenny- son, and Thackeray. The intense mental activity of our own era is still more clearly evinced by the great number of recent English versions of the poetic masterpieces of other tongues. Oxford and Cam- bridge have filled Great Britain with scholars, some of whom, acquiring rhythmical aptness, have produced Frederick Locker- Latnpson: 1821- Charles Sttiart Calverley ." 1831-84. A ustin Dob' son: 1840- Otlier tokens 0/ a refined and schol- arly period. Recent trattslators, nitd the new theory pf translation. 12' R 274 THE TRANSLATORS. Sir John Boiuring : 1792- 1872. T/ie elder Lytton. Sir Theo- dore Mar- tin: 1816- See p. 272. Horace, Hofner, and their trans- lators. good work of this kind. Modern translations differ noticeably, in their scholastic accuracy, from those of earlier date, — among which Chapman's are the no- blest, Pope's the freest, and those by Hunt, Shelley, and Frere scarcely inferior to the best. The theory of translation has undergone a change ; the old idea having been that as long as the spirit of a foreign au- thor was reproduced an exact rendering need not be attemjDted. But to how few it is given to catch that spirit, and hence what wretched versions have ap- peared from time to time ! Only natural poets worked successfully upon the earlier plan. The modern school possibly go too near the extreme of conscien- tiousness, yet a few have found the art of seizing upon both the spirit and the text. The amount pro- duced is amazing, and has given the public access, in our own language, to the choicest treasures of almost every foreign literature, be it old or new. In the earlier division, Bowring was the most pro- lific, and he has also published several volumes of a very recent date. His excursions into the fields of continental literature have had most importance ; but his versions, however valuable in the absence of bet- ter, rarely display any poetic fire. The elder Lytton was a fair type of the elegant Latinists and minor translators belonging to the earlier school. His best performance was a recent version of Horace, in me- tres resembling, but not copied from, the original, — a translation more faithful than Martin's paraphrases, but not approaching the latter in elegance. Martin's Horace has the flavor and polish of Tennyson, and plainly is modelled upon the Laureate's verse. Of all classical authors Horace is the Briton's favorite. The statement of Bulwer's preface is under the truth when THE TRANSLATORS. 275 it says: "Paraphrases and translations are still more numerous than editions and commentaries. There is scarcely a man of letters who has not at one time or other versified or imitated some of the odes ; and scarcely a year passes without a new translation of them all." Upon Homer, also, the poetic scholars have expended immense energy, and various theories as to the proper form of measure have given birth to several noble versions, — distinguished from a multi- tude of no worth. Those of Wright, Worsley, Pro- fessor Newman, Professor Blackie, and Lord Derby may be pronounced the best ; though admirable bits have been done by Arnold, Dr. Hawtrey, and the Laureate. I do not, however, hesitate to say — and believe that few will deny — that the ideal translation of Homer, marked by swiftness, simplicity, and gran- deur, has yet to be made ; nor do I doubt that it ultimately will be, having already stated that our Saxon-Norman language is finely adapted to repro- duce the strength and sweetness of the early Ionic Greek. Professor Conington's Virgil, in the measure of " Marmion," was no advance, all things considered, upon Dryden's, nor equal to that of the American, Cranch. Some of the best modern translations have been made by women, who, following Mrs. Browning, mostly affect the Greek. Miss Swanwick and Mrs. Webster, among others, nearly maintain the standard of their inspired exemplar. M. P. Fitz-Gerald's ver- sions of Euripides, and of the pastoral and lyric Greek poets, may be taken as specimens of the general ex- cellence now attained, and I will not omit mention of Calverley's complete rendition of Theocritus, — undoubtedly as good as can be made by one who fears to undertake the original metres. Among me- Ichabod Charles Wright: 1795- 1871. Philip Stanhope IVorsley ' died 1866. Francis William Newman '. 1805- John Stuart Blackie : 1809- Eduiard, Lord Derby : 1799- 1869. Rev. Edward Craven Hawtrey : 1789- 1862. See page 2^1. yohn Con- ington : 1825-69. Anna Swanwick. Augusta Webster. Maurice Purcetl Fitz-Gerald. Calverley. Seepage 273. 276 THE TRANSLATORS. Rossetti and Morris. Sec Chap. X. MacCarthy. Seepage 259. Ediuard FitzGer- aid: 1808- 83. See Chap. VI., page 205. diaeval and modern writers Dante and Goethe have received the most attention; but Longfellow and Tay- lor, in their translations of the Divine Comedy and of Faust, — and Bryant in his stately version of the Iliad and the Odyssey, — bear ofif the palm for Amer- ica in reproduction of the Greek, Italian, and Ger- man poems. Of Rossetti's exquisite presentation of the Early Italian Poets, and Morris's Icelandic re- searches, I shall speak elsewhere, and can only make a passing reference to MacCartliy's extended and beau- tiful selections from Calderon, rendered into English asonante verse. Martin has made translations from the Danish, and, together with Aytoun, of the bal- lads of Goethe. Of modern Oriental explorations, altogether the best is a version of the grave and imaginative Rubdiydt of Omar Khayyam, by E. Fitz- Gerald, who has made other successful translations from the Persian, as well as from the Spanish and the Attic Greek. The foregoing are but a few of the host of transla- tors ; but their labors fairly represent the richness and excellence of this kind of work in our time, and are cited as further illustrations of the critical spirit of an age in which it would almost seem as if the home-field were exhausted, such researches are made into the literature of foreign tongues. I again use the language of those who describe the Alexan- drian period of Greek song : men " of tact and scholarship greatly abound," and by elegant studies endeavor to supply the force of nature. Early and strictly non-creative periods of English literature have been similarly characterized, — notably the century which included Pitt, Rowe, Cooke, West, and Fawkes among its scholars and poets. HYMNOLOGY. 277 In glancing at the lyrical poetry of the era, its hymnology should not be overlooked. Religious verse is one of the most genuine forms of song, inspired by the loftiest emotion, and rehearsed wherever the instinct of worship takes outward form. Written for music, it is lyrical in the original sense, and repre- sentative, even more than the domestic folk-songs, of our common life and aspiration. We are not sur- prised to find the work of recent British hymn-writers displaying the chief qualities of contemporary secular poetT}'. to wit, finish, tender beauty of sentiment and expression, metrical variety, and often culture of a high grade. What their measures lack is the lyrical fire, vigor, and passionate devotion of the earlier time. Within their province they reflect the method of Tennyson, and — with all their polish and subtilty of thought — write devotional verse that is somewhat tame beside the fervid strains of Watts, at his best, and the beautiful lyrics of the younger Wesley. In place of strength, exaltation, religious ecstasy, we have elaborate sweetness, refinement, emotional re- pose. Many hymn-writers of the transition period have held over to a recent time, such as James Montgomery, Keble, Lyte, Edmeston, Bowring, Mil- man, and Moir, and the stanzas of the first-named two have become an essential portion of English hymnody. The best results accomplished by recent devotional poets — and this also is an outgrowth of the new culture — have been the profuse and admi- rable translations of the ancient and mediaeval Latin hymns by the English divines, Chandler, Neale, and Caswall, — the last-named being the deftest workman of the three, although the others may be credited with equal poetic glow. Among the most successful origi- Recent kym- nology : Its cliarac- terisiics. The early and later composers 0/ sacred verse. Watts and C. Wesley. Montgom- ery, Keble, and others. The trans- lators : Rev. Jfhn Cltandler {Chnrch of E7igla7id) : 1 806 - 76. Rev. yohn Mason Neale {Ritu- alist): 1818- 66. I Rev. Ediuard j Caswall (Church of Rome) : 1814-78. Orig-iiial composers : 2/8 DIALECT VERSE. Rev. Hora- tiiis Bonar : iSoS- (Scot- tishChurch.) Rev. Fred- erick IV. Fa- ber: 1814-63 (Church of Rome. ) Mrs.AiLitns. (Unitarian.) Seepage 257. Cliarlotte Elliott: 1789-1871. Rev. Christo- pher IVords- worth : 1807-85. Rev. A rthur Penrhyn Stanley: 1815-81. Rev. Sabine Baring- Gould: 1834- Rev. Ed- ward Henry Bickersteth : 182s- Hytnns from tJie German, and their translators. Catherine IVinkworth: 1829-78. Frances Elizabeth Cox. Jane Both- •wick: 1813- Mrs. Eric Bothwick Findlater. Richard Mnssie : 1800- nal composers Dr. Bonar should be mentioned, many of whose hymns are so widely and favorably known ; Faber, also, is one of the best and most prolific of this class of poets, notable for the sweet- ness and beauty of his sacred lyrics. Others, such as Dr. Newman, Dean Trench, Dean Alford, Pal- grave, and Mrs. Adams, have been named elsewhere. I will barely refer, among a host of lesser note, to Miss Elliott, that pure and inspired sibyl, to Dr. Wordsworth, Dean Stanley, and Baring-Gould. Bick- ersteth, whose longest poem, like the writings of Tupper, has had a circulation strictly owing to its theme and in inverse proportion to its poetic merits, has composed a few hymns that have passed into favor. Excellent service also has been rendered by those who work the German field, and it is notice- able that, while the strongest versions from the Lat- in have been made by the divines before named, the most successful Germanic translators have been women. Among them, Miss Winkworth, who in 1855 and 1858 published the two series of the Lyra Ger- manica ; Miss Cox, editor of Sacred Hymns from the German, 1841 ; and the Bothwick sisters, whose Hymns frojn the Land of Luther appeared in several series, from 1854 to 1862. Massie, translator of Luther'' s Spiritual Songs, 1854, has been the chief competitor of these skilful and enthusiastic devotees. With re- spect to English hymnody, I may add that probably there never was another period when the sacred lyrics of all ages were so carefully edited, brought together, and arranged for the use and enjoyment of the religious world. The success of the dialect-poets is a special mark SHAIRP. — IV A UGH. — BARNES. 279 of an idyllic period. The novel and pleasing effect of the more musical dialects often has been used to give an interest to mediocre verse ; and close atten- tion is required to discriminate between the true and the false pretensions of lyrics composed in the Scotch, that liquid Doric, or even in the rougher phrases of Lancashire, Dorsetshire, and other counties of Eng- land. Several Scottish bards, of more or less merit, — Thom, Ballantine, Maclagan, Janet Hamilton, — fig- ure in the period. Professor Shairp's highland and border lyrics, faithful enough and painstaking, scarcely could be ranked with natural song. In England, Lancashire maintains her old reputation for the num- ber and sweetness of her provincial songs and ballads. Waugh is by far the best of her recent dialect-poets. To say nothing of many other little garlands of poesy which have their origin in his knowledge of humble life in that district, the Lancashire Songs have gained a wide reception by pleasing, truthful studies of their dialect and themes. Barnes, an idyllic and learned philologist, has done even better work in his bucolic poems of Dorsetshire, and his Poems of Rural Life (in common English) are very attractive. The minor dialect-verses of England, such as the street- ballads and the sea-songs of many a would-be Dibdin, are unimportant and beyond our present view. V. Leaving the specialists, it is observable that the voices of the female poets, if not the best-trained, cer- tainly are as natural and independent as any. Their utterance is less finished, but also shows less of Tenny- son's influence, and seems to express a truly feminine Dialect- verse. Cp. " Poets of Atner- ica ".•/). 455- Thorn. See page 261. ycimes Ballantine : 1808-77. Alexander Maclagan : 1811-79. yanet Hatn- ilton: in'y- 1873- yohn Camp' bell SJuiirp : 1819-85. Edwin IVaugh : 1818- Rev. William Barnes : 1801-86. Female poets. 28o JEAN INGELOW. — CHRISTINA ROSSETTL yean Inge- low: 1830- Adelaide A nne Proc- ter: 1825- 64. See fage 107. Isa Craig Knox: 1831- Christina Georgitta Rossetti: 1830- emotion and to come from the heart. As the voice of Mrs. Browning igrew silent, the songs of Miss Inge- low began, and had instant and merited popularity. They sprung up suddenly and tunefully as skylarks from the daisy-spangled, hawthorn-bordered meadows of old England, with a blitheness long unknown, and in their idyllic underfiights moved with the tenderest currents of human life. Miss Ingelow may be termed an idyllic lyrist, her lyrical pieces having always much idyllic beauty, and being more original than her recent ambitious efforts in blank-verse. Her faults are those common to her sex, — too rapid composition, and a diffuseness that already has lessened her reputation. But " The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire " (with its quaint and true sixteenth-century dialect), " Winstanley," " Songs of Seven," and " The Long White Seam," are lyrical treasures, and their author especially may be said to evince that sincerity which is poetry's most enduring warrant. The gentle stanzas of Miss Procter also are spontaneous, as far as they go, but have had less significance as part of the litera- ture of the time. Yet it is like telling one's beads, or reading a prayer-book, to turn over her pages, — so beautiful, so pure and unselfish a spirit of faith, hope, and charity pervades and hallows them. These women, with their melodious voices, spotless hearts, and holy aspirations, are priestesses of the oracle. Their ministry is sacred ; in their presence the most irreverent become subdued. I do not find in the lyrics of Mrs. Knox, the Scottish poetess, anything better than the ode in honor of Burns, which took the centenar}' prize. Miss Rossetti demands closer atten- tion. She is a woman of genius, whose songs, hymns, ballads, and various lyrical pieces are studied and NEO-ROMANTIC SCHOOL. 281 original. I do not greatly admire her longer poems, which are more fantastic than imaginative ; but else- where she is a poet of a profound and serious cast, whose lips part with the breathing of a fervid spirit within. She has no lack of matter to express ; it is that expression wherein others are so fluent and adroit which fails to serve her purpose quickly ; but when, at last, she beats her music out, it has mysterious and soul-felt meaning. Another woman-poet is Mrs. Web- ster, already mentioned as a translator. For many poetic qualities this lady's work is nearly equal, in several departments of verse, to that of the best of her sister artists ; and I am not sure but her general level is above them all. She has a dramatic faculty unusual with women, a versatile range, and much penetration of thought ; is objective in her dramatic scenes and longer idyls, which are thinner than Brown- ing's, but less rugged and obscure ; shows great culture, and is remarkably free from the tricks and dangerous mannerism of recent verse. VI. The minor poetry of the last few years is of a strangely composite order, vacillating between the art of Tennyson and the grotesqueness of Browning, while the latest of all illustrates, in rhythmical quality, the powerful effect Swinburne's manner already has had upon the poetic ear. We can see that the long-unpop- ular Browning at length has become a potent force as the pioneer of a half-dramatic, half-psychological method, whose adherents seek a change from the idyl- lic repose of the Laureate and his followers. With this intent, and with a strong leaning toward the art- A ugitsia IVebster : born abjul 1840- The latest schools. Psychology cal and Nef Rofnantic poets. 282 E VA NS. — SIMCOX. — MA RSTON. — HA KE. Sebastian Evans : 1830- George Aii- giisius Sim- cox : 1841- Westlatid Marston : 1819- Philip Bourke Marston : 1850-87. Thomas Gordon Hake, M. D. : 1809- studies and convictions of the Rossetti group, a Neo- Romantic School has arisen, and many of the prom- ising younger aspirants are upon its roll. Among recent volumes decidedly in the manner of Browning may be mentioned Brother Fabian's Manu- script ; and Other Poems, by Evans. On the other side, Simcox's Poems and Roniances are elaborate and curious romantic studies, resembling works of this sort by Morris and Rossetti, P. B. Marston inherits a poetic gift from his father (Dr. Westland Marston, au- thor of " The Patrician's Daughter " and many other plays). The son is of the new school. I do not remember any experimental volume that has shown more artistic perfection than his Song-Tide and Other Poe?>is. His sonnets and lyrics approach those of Rossetti in terseness and beauty, and, while he pos- sesses more restraint than others of his group, there is extreme feeling, pathetic yearning, and that self- pity which is consolation, in his sonnets of a love that has been, and is gone, — of " the joy that was, is not, and cannot be." It is said that Marston is blind, but not from birth ; and certainly his imagina- tion finely supplies the want of outward vision in these picturesque and deeply emotional poems. Sometimes, in a garden that has changed owners and has been replanted with exotics of brilliant and various hues, the visitor is struck with surprise to see a sweet and sturdy native flower sprung up of itself, amid the new-fangled exuberance, from seed dropped in a season long gone by. It is with a kindred feeling that we examine Dr. Hake's volume, Made- line, and Other Poems and Parables, so strangely and pleasantly different from the contemporary mode. It is filled with quaint, grave, thoughtful measures, that WARREN. — PA YNE. 283 remind us, by their devotion, of Herbert or Vauglian, — by their radical insight, of the plain-spoken hom- ilies of a time when England's clergymen believed what they preached, — and, by their emblematic and symbolic imagery, of Francis Quarles. " Old Souls," " The Lily of the Valley," and other parables, are well worth close reading, and possibly are the selectest portion of this very original writer's verse. Warren's Philoctefcs, an antique drama, is a good ex- ample of the excellence attained in this kind of work by the new men. It is close, compact, Grecian, less rich with poetry and music than " Atalanta," but even more statuesque and severe. This poet is of the most cultured type. His Rehearsals is a collection of verses that generally show the influence of Swin- burne, but include a few psychological studies in a widely different vein. He is less florid and ornate than his favorite master ; all of his work is highly finished, and much of it very effective. Among his other successes must be reckoned an admirable use of the stately Persian quatrain. Payne is a more open and pronounced disciple of the Neo-Romantic school. His first book. The Masque of Shadows, is a collection of mystical " romaunts," containing much old-fashioned diction, in form reminding us of Morris's octo-syllabic measures, but pervaded by an allegorical spirit. In his Intaglios we have a series of sonnets inscribed, like those of Rossetti, to their common master, Dante. Finally, the volume entitled Songs of Lfe and Death shows the influence of Swinburne, so that his works, if brought together, would present a curious mixture and reflection of styles. Neverthe- less, this young poet has fire, imagination, and other inborn qualities, and should be entirely competent John Leicester Warren ' 1835- Jokn Payne'. 1842- 284 aSHA UGH NESS Y. —MARZIALS. A rthur W. E. O'Sliaugh- nessy : 1844 -8» T/ie new method car- ried to an extreme. Theophile Marzials : 1850- to achieve distinction in a manner plainly original. His friend O'Shaughnessy, another man who appears to have the natural faculty, is moving on a parallel line. Alusic and Moonlighl, his latest volume, is no advance upon the Lays of France, — a highly poetical, though somewhat extravagant adaptation of the Lais de Marie, composed in the new manner, but showing, in style and measure, that the author has a person- ality of his own. The " Lays " resemble the work of Morris rather than that of Swinburne ; but " Music and Moonlight," and the author's first venture. An Epic of Women, are full of the diction and sugges- tions of the last-named poet. When this romancer becomes lyrical, he is vague and far less pleasing than in his narrative-verse. He, too, needs to shake off external influences, and acquire a definite purpose, before we can attempt to cast his horoscope. Both Payne and O'Shaughnessy have thus far shown themselves, by culture and affinity, to be pupils of the French Romantic school, so elaborate in style and subtile in allusions, but not really broad or healthy in manner and design. Its romanticism, as a new element added to English poetry, is worth something, and I hope that its beauty will survive its defects. It is an exotic, but English literature (like English architecture, sculpture, and music) is so thickly grafted with exotic scions as to yield little fruit that comes wholly from the parent stock. In order to test the new method, let us study it when carried to an extreme. This is done by Mar- zials, whose poems are the result of Provencal studies. In The Gallery of I^igeons, and other Poems, he turns his back upon a more serene deity, and vows alle- giance to the Muse of Fantasy, or (as he prefers to THE MUSE OF FANTASY. 28: write it) " Phantasy." At first sight his volume seems a burlesque, and certainly would pass for as clever a satire as " Firmilian." How else can we interpret such a passage as this, which is neither more nor less affected than the greater portion of our author's work ? — " They chase them each, below, above, — Half maddened by their minstrelsy, — Thro' garths of crimson gladioles ; And, shimmering soft like damoisels, The angels swarm in glimmering shoals, And pin them to their aurioles, And mimick back their ritournels." The long poem of which this is a specimen is aptly named "A Conceit." Then we have a pastoral of " Passionate Dowsabella," and her rival Blowselind. Again, "A Tragedy," beginning, " Death ! Plop. The barges down in the river flop," and ending, "Drop Dead. Plop, flop. Plop." Were this written by a satirist, it would be deemed the wildest caricature. Read closely, and you see that this fantastic nonsense is the work of an artist ; that it has a logical design, afid is composed in serious earnest. Throughout the book there is melo- dy, color, and much fancy of a delicate kind. Here is a minstrel, with his head turned by a false method, and in very great danger, I should say. But lyrical absurdities are so much the fashion just now in Eng- Poetry of the fantastic and gro- tesque. 286 RECENT CRITICISM. Want of wholesome eriticistn. " Scholar's •work ht poetry." See pag^es 205, 206. The fore- going list of poets selected to represent the Mass. land, that reviewers seem complacently to accept them. It is enough to make us forgive the Georgian critics their brutality, and cry out for an hour of Jeffrey or Gifford ! To see how these fine fellows plume them- selves! They intensify the mannerism of their leader, but do not sustain it by his imagination, fervor, and tireless poetic growth. Every effort is expended upon decoration rather than construction, and upon construction rather than invention, by the minor adherents of the romance school. In critical notices, which the British pub- lishers are wont to print on the ily-leaves of their books of verse, praise is frequently bestowed upon the contents as " excellent scholar's work in poetry." Poetry is treated as an art, not as an inspiration. Moreover, just as in the Alexandrian period, researches are made into the early tongue; "antique and quaint words " are employed ; study endeavors to supply the force of nature, and too often hampers the genius of true poets. Renaissance, and not creation, is the aim and process of the day. VII. In the foregoing review of the course of British minor poetry during the present reign I have not tried to be exhaustive, nor to include all the lesser poets of the era. The latter would be a difficult task, for the time,* if not creative, has been abun- dantly prolific. Of modern minstrels, as of a certain class of heroes, it may be said, that " every year and month sends forth a new one"; the press groans with their issues. My effort has been to select from the large number, whose volumes are within my reach, ERRORS OF THE MINOR POETS. 287 such names as represent the various phases consid- ered. Although I have been led insensibly to men- tion more than were embraced in my original design, doubtless some have been omitted of more repute or merit than others that have taken their place. But enough has been said to enable us to frame an an- swer to the questions implied at the outset : The spirit of later British poetry ; is it fresh and proud with life, buoyant in hope, and tuneful with the melody of unwearied song? Again; has the usage of the time eschewed gilded devices and meretricious effect .'' Is it essentially simple, creative, noble, and enduring ? Certainly, with respect to what has been written by poets of the meditative school, the former question cannot be answered in the affirmative. With much simplicity and composure of manner, they have been tame, perplexed, and more or less despondent. The second test, applied to those guided by Tennyson, Browning, and Swinburne, — and who have more or less succeeded in catching the manner of these greater poets, — is one which their productions fail to un- dergo successfully. It may be said that the charac- teristics of the early Victorian schools — distinguished from those of famous poetic epochs — have been reflective, sombre, metaphysical, rather than fruitful, spontaneous, and joyously inspired ; while those of the later section are more related to culture and ele- gant artifice, than to the interpretation of nature or the artistic presentation of essential truth. The minor idyllists, romancers, and dramatic lyrists have pos- sessed much excellence of expression, but do not subordinate this to what is to be expressed. They laboriously, therefore, hunt for themes, and in various ways endeavor to compromise the want of virile imagi- Qiiestions origituiUy suggested. Tone of the minor philo- sophic poets. The idyl- lists, ro- mancers, and others. 288 THE TRUE FUNCTION OF ART. Ruskin uf on- Art oi a means of expression. His oivn •word-paint- ing. nation. Ruskin, who always has made an outcry against this frigid, perverted taste, established a correct rule in the first volume of Modern Painters, applying it to either of the fine arts: "Art," he said, "with all its technicalities, difficulties, and particular ends, is noth- ing but a noble and expressive language, invaluable as the vehicle of thought, but by itself nothing Rhythm, melody, precision, and force are, in the words of the orator and poet, necessary to their greatness, but not the tests of their greatness. It is not by the mode of representing and saying, but by what is represented and said, that the respective greatness either of the painter or writer is to be finally deter- mined. • .... It is not, however, always easy, either in painting or literature, to determine where the in- fluence of language stops and where that of thought begins But the highest thoughts are those which are least dependent on language, and the dig- nity of any composition and the praise to which it is entitled are in exact proportion to its independency of language or expression." Ruskin's own rhetorical gifts are so eminent, formerly leading him into word- painting for their display, that he pronounces deci- sively on this point, as one who does penance for a besetting fault. He might have added that the high- est thought naturally finds a noble vehicle of expres- sion, though the latter does not always include the former. To a certain extent he implies this, in his statement of a difference (which frequently confronts the reader of these late English poets) between what is ornamental in language and what is expressive : this distinction " is peculiarly necessary in painting : for in the language of words it is nearly impossible for that which is not expressive to be beautiful, ex- CONSTRUCTIOIV AND DECORATION. 289 cept by mere rhythm or melody, any sacrifice to which is immediately stigmatized as error." Upon this point Arnold well calls attention to Goethe's statement that "what distinguishes the artist from the amateur is archiiectonike in the highest sense ; that power of ex- ecution which creates, forms, and constitutes : not the profoundness of single thoughts, not the richness of imagery, not the abundance of illustration." The rule of architecture may safely be applied to poetry, — that construction must be decorated, not dec- oration constructed. The reverse of this is practised by many of these writers, who are abundantly supplied with poetical material, with images, quaint words, con- ceits, and dainty rhymes and alliteration, and who laboriously seek for themes to constitute the ground- work over which these allurements can be displayed. Having not even a definite purpose, to say nothing of real inspiration, their work, however curious in technique, fails to permanently impress even the refined reader, and never reaches the heart of the people, — to which all emotional art is in the end addressed. Far more genuine, as poetry, is the rude spontaneous lyric of a natural bard, expressing the love, or patriotism, or ardor, to which the common pulse of man beats time. The latter outlasts the former ; the former, however acceptable for a while, inevitably passes out of fashion, — being but a fashion, — and is sure to repel the taste of those who, in an- other age, may admire some equally false production that has come in vogue. Judged by the severe rule which requires soul, matter, and expression, all combined, does the char- acter of recent minor poetry of itself give us cause to expect a speedy renewal of the imaginative periods 13 s Goethe^s statement. Construction and decora- tion. See also page 286. Cp. " Poets 0/ A mer- ica ■'.■/• 459- The present cndlook. 290 ENGLAND AND AMERICA. British and A merican minor poets contrasted, Cp. "Poets of A nter- ica " .• p. 456. Freshness and individ- vality of the latter. See Cfiap. XL of British song? To apply another test which is Hke holding a mirror up to a drawing, suppose that the younger American singers were wholly devoted to work of the scholastic dilettant sort, would not their poetry be subjected to still more neglect and contu- mely than it has received from English critics ? On the whole, our poets do not occupy themselves with mediaeval and classical studies, with elaborate alliter- ations, curious measures, and affected refrains. Yet they have a periiect right to do this, — or, at least, every right that an English poet possesses, under the canon that the domain of the artist is boundless, and that the historic themes and treasures of all ages and places are at his disposal. America has no tradi- tional period, except her memories of the mother- land. She has as much right to British history, ante- dating Queen Anne's time, as the modern British poet. Before that epoch, her history, laws, relations, all were English, and her books were printed across the sea. The story of Mary Stuart, for instance, is as proper a theme for an American as for the author of Bothwell. Yet even our most eminent poets do not greatly avail themselves of this usufruct, and the minor songsters, who are many and sweet, sing to ex- press some emotion aroused by natural landscape, patriotism, friendship, religion, or love. There is much originality among those whose note is harsh, and much sweetness among those who repeat the note of others. And the notes of what foreign bard do they repeat with a servility that merits the epithet of " mocking-birds," applied to them by a poet whom I greatly admire, and often hinted at by others "i There is far less imitation of Tennyson, Browning, and Swinburne in the minor poetry of America than A COMPARATIVE SURVEY. 291 in that of Great Britain ; the former always has sweet- ness, and often strength, — and not seldom a fresh- ness and simplicity that are the garb of fresh and simple thoughts. America has been passing through the two phases which precede the higher forms of art : the landscape period, and the sentimental or emo- tional ; and she is now establishing her figure-schools of painting and song. A dramatic element is rapidly coming to light. The truth is that our minor poetry, with a few exceptions, is not well known abroad ; a matter of the less importance, since this is the coun- try, with its millions of living readers, to which the true American bard must look for the affectionate preservation of his name and fame. After a close examination of the minor poets of Britain, during the last fifteen years, I have formed, most unexpectedly, the belief that an anthology could be culled from the miscellaneous poetry of the United States equally lasting and attractive with any selected from that of Great Britain. I do not think that British poetry is to decline with the loss of Tennyson, Arnold, Brown- ing, and the rest. There is no cause for dejection, none for discouragement, as to the imaginative litera- ture of the motherland. The sterility in question is not symbolical of the over-ripening of the historical and aged British nation ; but is rather the afternoon lethargy and fatigue of a glorious day, — the product of a critical, scholarly period succeeding a period of unusual splendor, and soon to be followed, as I shall hereafter show, by a new cycle of lyrical and dramatic achievement; England, the mother of nations, renews her youth from her children, and hereafter will not be unwilling to receive from us fresh, sturdy, and vigorous returns for the gifts we have for two centu- The recent aspect, and its true meaning. Reflex in- fluence 0/ A nterica upon the tnotherland. 292 THE NEW DAWN. Past and future. ries obtained from her hands. The catholic thinker derives from the, new-born hope and liberty of our own country the prediction of a jubilant and meas- ureless art-revival, in which England and America shall labor hand to hand. If we have been children, guided by our elders, and taught to repeat lispingly their antiquated and timorous words, we boast that we have attained majority through fire and blood, and even now are learning to speak for ourselves. I be- lieve that the day is not far distant when the fine and sensitive lyrical feeling of America will swell into floods of creative song. The most musical of Eng- land's younger poets — those on whom her hopes depend — are with us, and inscribe their works to the champions of freedom and equality in either world. Thus our progress may exert a reflex influ- ence upon the mother-country; and to the land from which we inherit the wisdom of Shakespeare, the rapt- ure of Milton, and Wordsworth's insight of natural things, our own shall return themes and forces that may animate a new-risen choir of her minstrels, while neither shall be forbidden to follow melodiously where the other may be inspired to lead. CHAPTER IX. ROBERT BROWNING. IN a study of Browning, the most original and un- equal of living poets, three features obviously present themselves. His dramatic gift, so rare in these times, calls for recognition and analysis ; his method — the eccentric quality of his expression — constantly intrudes upon the reader; lastly, the moral of his verse warrants a closer examination than we give to the sentiments of a more conventional poet. My own perception of the spirit which his poetry, despite his assumption of a purely dramatic purpose, has breathed from the outset, is one which I shall endeavor to convey in simple and direct terms. Various other examples have served to illustrate the phases of a poet's life, but Browning arouses discussion with respect to the elements of poetry as an art. Hitherto I have given some account of an author's career and writings before proffering a crit- ical estimate of the latter. But this man's genius is so peculiar, and he has been so isolated in style and purpose, that I know not how to speak of his works without first seeking a key to their interpretation, and hence must reverse in some measure the order hitherto pursued. Robert Browning : horn in Camberwell, near Lon- don, 1812. 294 ROBERT BROWNING. Character of his dra- matic g;en- ius. The true dratnatic period. It is customary to call Browning a dramatist, and without doubt he represents the dramatic element, such as it is, of the recent English school. He counts among his admirers many intellectual persons, some of whom pronounce him the greatest dramatic poet since Shakespeare, and one has said that " it is to him we must pay homage for whatever is good, and great, and profound, in the second period of the Poetic Drama of England." This may be true ; nevertheless, it also should be declared, with certain modifications, that Robert Brown- ing, in the original sense of the term, is not a dra- matic poet at all. Procter, in the preface to a collection of his own songs, remarks with precision and truth : " It is, in fact, this power of forgetting himself, and of imagin- ing and fashioning characters different from his own, which constitutes the dramatic quality. A man who can set aside his own idiosyncrasy is half a drama- tist." Although Browning's earlier poems were in the form of plays, and have a dramatic purpose, they are at the opposite remove, in spirit and method, from the models of the true histrionic era, — the work of Fletcher, Webster, and Shakespeare. They have the sacred rage and fire, but the flame is that of Brown- ing, and not of the separate creations which he strives to inform. The early drama was the mouthpiece of a passion- ate and adventurous era. The stage bore to the period the relations of the modern novel and news- paper to our own, not only holding the mirror up to nature, but showing the "very age and body of the HIS DRAMATIC GENIUS. 295 time." It was a vital growth, sprung from the people, and having a reflex action upon their imagination and conduct. Even in Queen Anne's day the theatre was the meeting-place of wits, and, if the plays were meaner, it was because they copied the manners of an artificial world. But, in either case, the play- wrights were in no more hazard of representing their own natures, in one role after another, than are the leader-writers in their versatile articles upon topics of our day. They invented a score of characters, or took them from real life, grouped them with con- summate effect, placed them in dramatic situations, lightened tragedy with mirth, mellowed comedy with pathos, and produced a healthful and objective dra- matic literature. They looked outward, not inward : their imagination was the richer for it, and of a more varied kind. The stage still has its office, but one more sub- sidiary than of old. Our own age is no less stirring than was the true dramatic period, and is far more subtile in thought. But the poets fail to represent it objectively, and the drama does not act as a safety- valve for the escape of extreme passion and desire. That office the novelists have undertaken, while the press brings its dramas to every fireside. Yet the form of the play still seems to a poet the most com- prehensive mould in which to cast a masterpiece. It is a combination of scenic and plastic art ; it includes monologue, dialogue, and song, — action and medita- tion, — man and woman, the lover, the soldier, and the thinker, — all vivified by the imagination, and each essential to the completeness of the whole. Even to poets like Byron, who have no perception of natures differing from their own, it has a fascination T/ie modern, stage. Cp. " Poeti of Amer- ica '■ ; pp. 467-469. 296 ROBERT BROWNING. Brenuning's iubjectivity. as a vehicle of expression, and the result is seen in "Sardanapalus" and "Cain." Hence the closet-drama; and although praiseworthy efforts, as in " Virginius " and "Ion," have been made to revive the early method, these modern stage-plays often are unpoetical and tame. Most of what is excellent in our dramatic verse is to be found in plays that could not be suc- cessfully enacted. While Browning's earlier poems are in the dramatic form, his own personality is manifest in the speech and movement of almost every character of each piece. His spirit is infused, as if by metempsychosis, within them all, and forces each to assume a strange Pentecostal tone, which we discover to be that of the poet himself. Bass, treble, or recitative, — whether in pleading, invective, or banter, — the voice still is there. But while his characters have a common manner and diction, we become so wonted to the latter that it seems like a new dialect which we have mastered for the sake of its literature. This feeling is acquired after some acquaintance with his poems, and not upon a first or casual reading of them. The brief, separate pieces, which he terms " dra- matic lyrics," are just as properly dramas as are many of his five-act plays. Several of the latter were intended for stage-production. In these we feel that the author's special genius is hampered, so that the student of Browning deems them less rich and rare than his strictly characteristic essays. Even in the most conventional, this poet cannot refrain from the long monologues, stilted action, and metaphysical dis- cursion, which mark the closet-drama and unfit a composition for the stage. His chief success is in the portrayal of single characters and specific mooda THE POET OF PSYCHOLOGY. 297 I would not be understood to praise his originality at the expense of his greatness. His mission has been that of exploring those secret regions which generate the forces whose outward phenomena it is for the playwrights to illustrate. He has opened a new field for the display of emotional power, — found- ing, so to speak, a sub-dramatic school of poetry, whose office is to follow the workings of the mind, to discover the impalpable elements of which human motives and passions are composed. The greatest forces are the most elusive, the unseen mightier than the seen ; modern genius chooses to seek for the under-currents of the soul rather than to depict acts and situations. Browning, as the poet of psychology, escapes to that stronghold whither, as I have said, science and materialism are not yet prepared to follow him. How shall the chemist read the soul ^ No former poet has so relied upon this province for the excursions of his muse. True, he explores by night, stumbles, halts," has vague ideas of the topography, and often goes back upon his course. But, though others complete the unfinished work of Columbus, it is to him that we award the glory of discovery, — not to the engineers and colonists that succeed him, however firmly they plant themselves and correctly map out the now undisputed land. II. Browning's manner is so eccentric as to challenge attention and greatly affect our estimate of him as a poet. Eccentricity is not a proof of genius, and even an artist should remember that originality consists not only in doing things differently, but also in " doing 13* ffis sfecial A nalysis of Browniiig^s method. 298 ROBERT BROWNING. What con- ititutes a Poet. Ruskin on fopular ap- preciation. things better." The genius of Shakespeare and Mo- li^re enlarged and beautified their style ; it did not distort it. Again, the grammarian's statement is true, that Poetry is a means of Expression. A poet may differ from other men in having profounder emotions and clearer perceptions, but this is not for him to assume, nor a claim which they are swift to grant. The lines, "O many are the poets that are sown By Nature ! men endowed with highest gifts, The vision and the faculty divine ; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse," imply that the recognized poet is one who gives voice, in expressive language, to the common thought and feeling which lie deeper than ordinary speech. He is the interpreter : moreover, he is the maker, — an artist of the beautiful, the inventor of harmonious numbers which shall be a lure and a repose. A poet, however emotional or rich in thought, must not fail to express his conception and make his work attractive. Over-possession is worth less than a more commonplace faculty ; he that has the former is a sorrow to himself and a vexation to his hearers, while one whose speech is equal to his needs, and who knows his limitations, adds something to the treasury of song, and is able to shine in his place, "and be content." Certain effects are suggested by nature ; the poet discovers new combinations within the ground which these afford. Ruskin has shown that in the course of years, though long at fault, the masses come to appreciate any admirable work. By inversion, if, after a long time has passed, the world still is repelled by a singer, and finds neither rest nor music in him, the fault is not with the world, POETRY AND PROSE DISTINGUISHED. 299 there is something deficient in his genius, — he is so much the less a poet. ■ The distinction between poetry and prose must be sharply observed. Poetry is an art, — a specific fact, which, owing to the vagueness fostered by minor wits, we do not sufficiently insist upon. We hear it said that an eloquent prose passage is poetry, that a sun- set is a poem, and so on. This is well enough for rhetorical effect, yet wholly untrue, and no poet should permit himself to talk in that way. Poetr}^ is poetry, because it differs from prose ; it is artificial, and gives us pleasure because we know it to be so. It is beautiful thought expressed in rhythmical form, not half expressed or uttered in the form of prose. It is a metrical structure; a spirit not disembodied, but in the flesh, — so as to affect the senses of living men. Such is the poetry of Earth ; what that of a more spiritual region may be I know not. Milton and Keats never were in doubt as to the meaning of their art. It is true that fine prose is a higher form of expression than wretched verse ; but when a dis- tinguished young English poet thus writes to me, — " My own impression is that Verse is an inferior, or infant, form of speech, which will ultimately perish altogether The Seer, the Vates, the teacher of a new truth, is single, while what you call artists are legion," — when I read these words, I remember that the few great seers have furnished models for the simplest and greatest forms of art ; I feel that this poet is growing heretical with respect, not to the law of custom, but to a law which is above us all ; I fear to discover a want of beauty, a vague transcenden- talism, rather than a clear inspiration, in his verse, — Poetry. Misuse of the term. Cp. " Poets 0/ A mer- ica " : //. 327. 373- Letter from a rising English poet. Dangers of transcen- dentalis>n. Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica " .- pp. 168, 169, 249, 253. 300 ROBERT BROWNING. Jtnpression produced by Browning's work. to see him become prosaic and substitute rhetoric for passion, realism for naturalness, affectation for lofty thought, and, "having been praised for bluntness," to " affect a saucy roughness." In short, he is on the edge of danger. Yet his remark denotes a just im- patience of forms so hackneyed that, once beautiful, they now are stale and corrupt. It may be neces- sary, with the Pre-Raphaelites, to escape their thral- dom and begin anew. But the poet is a creator, not an iconoclast, and never will tamely endeavor to say in prose what can only be expressed in song. And I have faith that my friend's wings will unfold, in spite of himself, and lift him bravely as ever on their accustomed flights. Has the lapse of years made Browning any more attractive to the masses, or even to the judicious few ? He is said to have " succeeded by a series of fail- ures," and so he has, as far as notoriety means suc- cess, and despite the perpetuation of his faults. But what is the fact which strikes the admiring and sym- pathetic student of his poetry and career ? Distrust- ing my own judgment, I asked a clear and impar- tial thinker, — " How does Browning's work impress you ? " His reply, after a moment's consideration, was : " Now that I try to formulate the sensation which it always has given me, his work seems that of a grand intellect painfully striving for adequate use and expression, and never quite attaining either." This was, and is, precisely my own feeling. The question arises, What is at fault? Browning's genius, his chosen mode of expression, his period, or one and all of these ? After the flush of youth is over, a poet must have a wise method, if he would move ahead. He must improve upon instinct by experience THOUGHT AND EXPRESSION. 301 and common-sense. There is something amiss in one who has to grope for his theme and cannot adjust himself to his period \ especially in one who cannot agreeably handle such themes as he arrives at. More than this, however, is the difficulty in Browning's case. Expression is the flower of thought ; a fine imagina- tion is wont to be rhythmical and creative, and many passages, scattered throughout Browning's works, show that his is no exception. It is a certain caprice or perverseness of method, that, by long practice, has injured his gift of expression ; while an abnormal power of ratiocination, and a prosaic regard for de- tails, have handicapped him from the beginning. Be- sides, in mental arrogance and scorn of authority, he has insulted Beauty herself, and furnished too much excuse for small offenders. What may be condoned in one of his breed is intolerable when mimicked by every jackanapes and self-appointed reformer. A group of evils, then, has interfered with the greatness of his poetry. His style is that of a man caught in a morass of ideas through which he has to travel, — wearily floundering, grasping here and there, and often sinking deeper until there seems no prospect of getting through. His latest works have been more involved and excursive, less beautiful and elevating, than most of those which preceded them. Possibly his theory is that which was his wife's instinct, — a man being more apt than a woman with some reason for what he does, — that poetry is valuable only for the statement which it makes, and must always be subordinate thereto. Nevertheless, Emerson, in this country, seems to have followed a kindred method ; and who of our poets is greater, or so wise? Defective and capri- cious ex- pression. His recent productions. 302 ROBERT BROWNING. Fine Ttatu- ral gifts. Various stirring lyrics. III. Browning's early lyrics, and occasional passages of recent date, show that he has melodious intervals, and can be very artistic with no loss of original power. Often the ring of his verse is sonorous, and overcomes the jagged consonantal diction with stir- ring lyrical effect. The " Cavalier Tunes " are ex- amples. Such choruses as "Marching along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song ! " " King Charles, and who '11 do him right now ? King Charles, and who 's ripe for fight now ? Give a rouse : here 's, in Hell's despite now, King Charles!" — these, with, " Boot, saddle, to horse, and away ! " show that Browning can put in verse the spirit of a historic period, and has, or had, in him the making of a lyric poet. How fresh and wholesome this work ! Finer still that superb stirrup-piece, best of its class in the language, " How they brought the good news from Ghent to Aix." "Ratisbon" and "The Lost Leader," no less, are poems that fasten themselves upon literature, and will not be forgotten. The old fire flashes out, thirty years after, in " Herve Riel," another vigorous production, — unevenly sustained, but superior to Longfellow's legendary ballads and sagas. From among lighter pieces I will select for present mention two, very unlike each other ; one, as delightful a child's poem as ever was written, in fancy and airy extravagance, and having a wildness and pathos all its own, — the daintiest bit of folk-lore in English verse, — to what should I refer but " The Pied Piper of Hamelin.?" The author made a strong HIS GENERAL STYLE. 303 bid for the love of children, when he placed " By Robert Browning" at its head, in the collection of his poems. The other, '* Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead ! Sit and watch by her side an hour," appeals, like Wordsworth's " She dwelt among the untrodden ways," and Landor's " Rose Aylmer," to the hearts of learned and unlettered, one and all. Browning's style is the more aggressive, because, in compelling beauty itself to suffer a change and con- form to all exigencies, it presents such a contrast to the refined art of our day. I have shown that much of this is due to natural awkwardness, — but that the author is able, on fortunate occasions, to better his work, has just been amply illustrated. More often he either has let his verse have its way, or has shaped a theory of art by his own restrictions, and with that contempt for the structure of his song which Plato and St. Paul entertained for their fleshly bodies. If the mischief ceased here, it would not be so bad, but his genius has won pupils who copy his vices without his strength. He and his wife injured each the other's style as much as they sustained their common aspiration and love of poesy. To be sure, there was a strange similarity, by nature, between their modes of speech ; and what I have said of the woman's obscurity, affectations, elisions, will apply to the man's — with . his t'ihes and o't/ies, his dashes, breaks, halting measures, and oracular exclamations that convey no dramatic meaning to the reader. Her verse is the more spasmodic ; his, the more meta- physical, and, while effective in the best of his dramatic lyrics, is constantly running into impertinences worse Evils of his general style. The two Brownings. 304 ROBERT BROWNING. Disregard of the fitness of things. Irreverence. Crude real- than those of his poorest imitators, and which would not be tolerated for a moment in a lesser poet. Parodies on his st}'le, thrown off as burlesques, are more intelligible than much of his " Dramatis Personae." Unlike Tennyson, he does not comprehend the limits of a theme ; nor is he careful as to the relative im- portance either of themes or details ; his mind is sc alert that its minutest turn of thought must be ut- tered ; he dwells with equal precision upon the meanest and grandest objects, and laboriously jots down every point that occurs to him, — parenthesis within paren- thesis, — until we have a tangle as intricate as the line drawn by an anemometer upon the recording- sheet. The poem is all zigzag, criss-cross, at odds and ends, — and, though we come out right at last, strength and patience are exhausted in mastering it. Apply the rule that nothing should be told in verse which can be told in prose, and half his measures would be condemned ; since their chief metrical pur- pose is, through the stress of rhythm, to fix our at- tention, by a certain unpleasant fascination, upon a process of reasoning from which it otherwise would break away. For so much of Browning's crudeness as comes from inability to express himself, or to find a proper theme, he may readily be forgiven \ but whatever is due to real or assumed irreverence for the divine art, among whose votaries he stands enrolled, is a grievous wrong, unworthy of the humble and delightful spirit of a true craftsman. He forgets that art is the bride of the imagination, from whose embraces true creative work must spring. Lastly, concerning realism, while poets are, as Mrs. Browning said, "your only truth-tellers,' it is not well that repulsive or petty facts should 'PARACELSUS: 305 always be recorded ; only the high, essential truths demand a poet's illumination. The obscurity wherein Browning disguises his realism is but the semblance of imagination, — a mist through which rugged details jut out, while the central truth is feebly to be seen. IV. After a period of study at the London University young Browning, in 1832, went to Italy, and acquired a remarkable knowledge of the Italian life and lan- guage. He mingled with all classes of the people, mastered details, and rummaged among the monas- teries of Lombardy and Venice, studying mediaeval history, and filling his mind with the relics of a by- gone time. All this had much to do with the bent of his subsequent work, and possibly was of more benefit to his learning than to his ideality. At the age of twenty-three he published his first drama, Paracelsus; a most unique production, — strictly speaking, a metaphysical dialogue, as noticeable for analytic power as the romances of Keats for pure beauty. It did not find many readers, but no man of letters could peruse it without seeing that a genu- ine poet had come to light. From that time the author moved in the literary society of London, and was recognized as one who had done something and might do something more. The play is " Faust," with the action and passion, and much of the poetry and music, — upon which the fascination of the German work depends, — omitted; the hero resembles "Faust" in the double aspiration to know and to enjoy, to search out mystical knowledge, yet drink at all the fountains of pleasure, — lest, after a long struggle, T Browning's dramas, and "SordeUo." " Paracel- sus r 1835-36- 3o6 ROBERT BROWNING. failing of knowledge, he should have lived in vain. It must be understood that Mr. Browning's Paracel- sus was his own creation : a man of heroic lonmnsrs, observed at various intervals, from his twentieth year, in which he leaves his native hamlet, until he dies at the age of forty-eight, — obscure, and with his ideal seemingly unattained ; not the juggler, empiric, and charlatan of history, whose record the poet frankly gives us in a foot-note. This poem has every characteristic of Browning's genius. The verse is as strong and as weak as the best and worst he has composed during thirty years, and is pitched in a key now familiar to us all. " Paracelsus," the fruit of his youth, serves as well for a study of this poet as any later effort, and, though inferior to " Pippa Passes " and " In a Bal- cony," is much better than his newest romance in blank verse. I cannot agree with critics who say that he did his poorest work first and has been mov- ing along an ascending scale ; on the contrary, his faults and beauties have been somewhat evenly dis- tributed throughout his career. We are vexed in " Paracelsus " by a vice that haunts him still, — that tedious garrulity which, however relieved by beautiful passages, palls on the reader and weakens the gen- eral effect. As an offset, he displays in this poem, with respect to every kind of poetic faculty except the sense of proportion, gifts equal to those of any compeer. By turns he is surpassingly fine. We have strong dramatic diction : — Character- istic merits and defects. 'Festus, strange secrets are let out by Death, Who blabs so oft the follies of this world : And I am Death's familiar, as you know. 'PARACELSUS: 307 I helped a man to die, some few weeks since ; . . . . No mean trick He left untried ; and truly wellnigh wormed All traces of God's finger out of him. Then died, grown old; and just an hour before — Having lain long with blank and soulless eyes — He sate up suddenly, and with natural voice Said, that in spite of thick air and closed doors God told him it was June ; and he knew well. Without such telling, harebells grew in June ; And all that kings could ever give or take Would not be precious as those blooms to him." The conception is old as Shakespeare, but the manner is large and effective. Few authors vary the breaks and pauses of their blank verse so naturally as Browning, and none can so well dare to extend the proper limits of a poem. Here, as in later plays, he shows a more realistic perception of scenery and nature than is common with dramatic poets. We have a bit of painting at the outset, in the passage begin- ning, "Nay, Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay ! " and others, equally fine and true, are scattered through- out the dialogue. "Paracelsus" is meant to illustrate the growth and progress of a lofty spirit, groping in the darkness of his time. He first aspires to knowledge, and fails ; then to pleasure and knowledge, and equally fails — to human eyes. The secret ever seems close at hand : — "Ah, the curse, Aprile, Aprile ! We get so near — so very, very near! 'T is an old tale : Jove strikes the Titans down Not when they set about their mountain-piling. But when another rock would crown their work!" Browning's lilattk verse. ?o8 ROBERT BROWNING. "Straf- ford," 1837. Now, it is a part of Browning's life-long habit, that he here refuses to judge by ordinary standards, and makes the hero's attainment lie even in his failure and death. There are few more daring assertions of the soul's absolute freedom than the words of Festus, impressed by the nobility of his dying friend : — " I am for noble Aureole, God ! I am upon his side, come weal or woe ! His portion shall be mine ! He has done well ! I would have sinned, had I been strong enough, As he has sinned ! Reward him, or I waive Reward ! If thou canst find no place for him He shall be king elsewhere, and I will be His slave forever ! There are two of us ! " The drama is well worth preserving, and even now a curious and highly suggestive study. Its lyrical interludes seem out of place. As an author's first drama, it promised more for his future than if it had been a finished production, and in any other case but that of the capricious, tongue-tied Browning, the promise might have been abundantly fulfilled. In " Strafford," his second drama, the interest also centres upon the struggles and motives of one heroic personage, this time entangled in a fatal mesh of great events. Apparently the poet, after some ex- perience of authorship, wished to commend his work to popular sympathy, and tried to write a play that should be fitted for the stage ; hence a tragedy, dedi- cated to Macready, of which the chief character, — the hapless Earl of Strafford, — was assumed by that tragedian. The piece is said to have been well re- ceived, but ran for five nights only, one of the chief actors suddenly withdrawing from the cast. The characters are eccentrically drawn, and are more ■STRAFFORD' AND ' SORDELLO: 309 serious and mystical than even the gloom of their period would demand. It is hard to perceive the motives of Lady Carlisle and the Queen ; there is no underplot of love in the play, to develop the womanly element, nor has it the humor of the great play- wrights, — so essential to dramatic contrast, and for which the Puritans and the London populace might afford rich material. Imagine Macready stalking por- tentously through the piece, the audience trying to follow the story, and listening with patience to the solemn speeches of Pym and Strafford, which answer for a death-scene at the close. The language is more natural than is usual with Browning, but here, where he is least eccentric, he becomes tame — until we see that he is out of his element, and prefer his striking psychology to a forced attempt at writing of the academic kind. Something of this must have struck the poet him- self, for, as if chagrined at his effort, he swung back to the other extreme, and beyond his early starting- place : farther, happily, than any point he since has ventured to reach. In no one of his recent works has he been quite so "hard," loquacious, and im- practicable as in the renowned nondescript entitled Sordello. Twenty-three years after its appearance he owned that its "faults of expression were many," and added, "but with care for a man or book such would be surmounted." The acknowledgment was partial. " Sordello " is a fault throughout, in conception and execution : nothing is " expressed," not even the " in- cidents in the development of a soul," though such incidents may have had some nebulous origin in the poet's mind. It is asking too much of our care for \ book or a man that we should surmount this chaotic "Sordelh," 1840. 3IO ROBERT BROWNING. " Bells and Pomegran- ates," 1840- 46. "Luria." mass of word-building. Carlyle's " Sartor Resartus " is a hard study, but, once entered upon, how po- etical ! what lofty episodes ! what wisdom, beauty, and scorn ! Few such treasures await him that would read the eleven thousand verses into which the fatal facility of the rhymed-heroic measure has led the muse of Browning. The structure, by its very ugli- ness and bulk, like some half-buried colossus in the desert, may survive a lapse of time. I cannot per- suade myself to solicit credit for deeper insight by differing from the common judgment with regard to this unattractive prodigy. It had its uses, seemingly, in acting as a purge to cleanse the visual humors of the poet's eyes and to leave his general system in an auspicious condition. His next six years were devoted to the composition of a picturesque group of dramas, — the exact order of which escapes me, but which finally were collected in Bells and Pomegranates, a popular edition, issued in serial numbers, of this maturer work. " Luria," " King Victor and King Charles," and " The Return of the Druses," are stately pieces, historical or legend- ary, cast in full stage-form. In Luria we again see Browning's favorite characterization, from a different point of view. This is a large-moulded, suffering hero, akin, if disturbed in conscience, to Wallenstein, — if devoted and magnanimous, to Othello. Luria, the Moor, is like Othello in many ways: a brave and skil- ful general, who serves Florence (instead of Venice), and declares, "I can and have perhaps obliged the state, Nor paid a mere son's duty." He is so true and simple, that Domizia says of him. 'LURIA. 311 "How plainly is true greatness charactered By such unconsciousness as Luria's here, And sharing least the secret of itself!" Browning makes devotion to an ideal or trust, how- ever unworthy of it, the chief trait of this class of personages. Strafford dies in behalf of ungrateful Charles ; Luria is sacrificed by the Florence he has saved, and destroys himself at the moment when love and honor are hastening, too late, to crown him. Djabal, false to himself, is true to the cause of the Druses, and at last dies in expiation of his fault. Valence, in " Colombe's Birthday," shows devotion of a double kind, but is rewarded for his fidelity and honor. Luitolfo, in " A Soul's Tragedy," is of a kindred type. But I am anticipating. The language of " Luria " often is in the grand manner. In depict- ing the Moorish general and his friend Husain, — brooding, generous children of the sun, — the soldierly Tiburzio, painted with a few master-strokes, — and in the element of Italian craft and intrigue, the author is at home and well served by his knowledge of mediaeval times. That is an eloquent speech of Do- mizia, near the end of the fourth act. Despite the poverty of action, and the prolonged harangues, this drama is worthy of its dedication to Landor and the wish that it might be " read by his light " : almost worthy (Landor always weighed out gold for silver !) of the old bard's munificent return of praise : — "Shakespeare is not our poet but the world's, Therefore on him no speech ! and brief for thee. Browning ! Since Chaucer was alive and hale, No man hath walked along our roads with step So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue So varied in discourse. But warmer climes A favorite cluiracteri- zatwn. Landor to Browning. 312 ROBERT BROWNING. " The Re- turn of the Druses." Give brighter plumage, stronger wing : the breeze Of Alpine heights thou playest with, borne on Beyond Sorrento and Amalfi, where The Siren waits thee, singing song for song." "The Return of the Druses," with its scenic and choric effects, is like some of Byron's plays : the scene, an isle of the Sporades ; the legend, half- Venetian, half-Oriental, one that only Browning could make available. The girl Anael is an impassioned character, divided between adoration for Hakeem, the god of her race, — whom she believes incarnate in Djabal, — and her love for Djabal as a man. The tragedy, amid a good deal of trite and pedantic lan- guage, is marked by heroic situations and sudden dramatic catastrophes. Several brilliant points are made : one, where the Prefect lifts the arras, on the other side of which death awaits him, and says, — " This is the first time for long years I enter Thus, without feeling just as if I lifted The lid up of my tomb ! . . . . Let me repeat — for the first time, no draught Coming as from a sepulchre salutes me ! " A moment, and the dagger is through his heart. Another such is the wonder and contempt of Anael at finding Djabal no deity, but an impostor ; while perhaps the most telling point in the whole series of Browning's plays is her cry of Hakeem! made when she comes to denounce Djabal, but, moved by love, proclaims him as the god, and falls dead with the effort. The poet, however, is justly censured for too frequently taking off his personages by the intensity of their own passions, without recourse to the dagger 'THE RETURN OF THE DRUSES: 313 and bowl. He rarely does it after the "high Roman fashion."' This tragedy observes the classic unities of time and place. A hall in the Prefect's palace is made to cover its entire action, which occupies only one day. In its earnest pitch and lack of sprightly underplot, it also is Greek or Italian. Not long ago, Hstening to Salvini in "Samson" and other plays, I was struck by their likeness, in simplicity of action and costume, to the antique dramas. The actors were sufficient to themselves, and the audience was intent upon their lofty speech and passion ; there was no lack of interest, but a refreshing spiritual elevation. The Gothic method better suits the English stage, never- theless we need not refuse to profit by the experi- ence of other lands. Our poetry, like the language, should draw its riches from all tongues and races, and well can endure a larger infusion of the ancient grandeur and simplicity. In the play before us Browning has but renewed the debt, long since in- curred, of English literature to the Italian, — greater than that to all other sources combined. Not with- out reason, in " De Gustibus," he sang, — " Open my heart and you will see, Graved inside of it, 'Italy.' Such lovers old are I and she ; So it always was, so it still shall be ! " " King Victor " is one of those conventional plays in which he appears to ordinary advantage. His three dramatic masterpieces are " Pippa Passes," " A Blot in the 'Scutcheon," and "Colombe's Birthday." The last-named play, inscribed to Barry Cornwall, really is a fresh and lovely little drama. The fair 14 The Classi- cal and Gothic meth- ods in dra- 7natic art. "Kin^ Vic- tor and King Charles:'' " Colomhe's Birthday:' 314 ROBERT BROWNING. "A Blot in the 'Scutch- eon." young heroine has possessed her duchy for a single year, and now, upon her birthday, as she unsuspect- ingly awaits the greetings of her courtiers, is called upon to surrender her inheritance to Prince Berthold, decreed to be the lawful heir. At the same time Valence, a poor advocate of Cleves, seeks audience in behalf of his suffering townsmen, and ends by defending the Duchess's title to her rank. She loves him, and is so impressed by his nobility and cour- age as to decline the hand of the Prince, and sur- render her duchy, to become the wife of Valence, with whom she joyfully retires to the ruined castle where her youth was spent. This play might be performed to the great interest of an audience com- posed exclusively of intellectual persons, who could follow the elaborate dialogue and would be charmed with its poetry and subtile thought. Once accept the manner of Browning, and you must be pleased with the delineation of the characters. " Colombe " herself is exquisite, and like one of Shakespeare's women. Valence seems too harsh and dry to win her, and her choice, despite his loyalty and intellect, is hardly defensible. Still, " Colombe's Birthday " is the most natural and winsome of the author's stage-plays. " A Blot in the 'Scutcheon " was brought out at Drury Lane, in 1843. l^ is full of poetry and pathos, but there is little in it to relieve the human spirit, — which cannot bear too much of earnestness and woe added to the mystery and burden of our daily lives. Yet the piece has such tragic strength as to stamp the author as a great poet, though in a narrow range. One almost forgets the singular improbabilities of the story, the d/ase talk of the child-lovers (an English Juliet of fourteen is against nature), the stiff language 'A BLOT IN THE 'SCUTCHEON: 315 of the retainers, and various other blemishes. There is a serenade in which, unchecked by his fear of detection, Mertoun is made to sing under Mildred's window, — " There 's a woman like the dew-drop, she 's so purer than the purest ! " This song, composed seven years before the poet's meeting with Miss Barrett, is precisely in the style of " Lady Geraldine's Courtship," and other ballads of the gifted woman who became his wife. The most simple and varied of his plays — that which shows every side of his genius, has most light- ness and strength, and all in all may be termed a representative poem — is the beautiful drama with the quaint title of " Pippa Passes." It is a cluster of four scenes, with prologue, epilogue, and interludes ; half prose, half poetry, varying with the refinement of the dialogue. Pippa is a delicately pure, good, blithe- some peasant-maid. " 'T is but a little black-eyed, pretty, singing Felippa, gay silk-winding girl," — though with token, ere the end, that she is the child of a nobleman, put out of the way by a villain, Maffeo, at instigation of the next heir. Pippa knows nothing of this, but is piously content with her life of toil. It is New Year's Day at Asolo. She springs from bed, in her garret chamber, at sunrise, — resolved to enjoy to the full her sole holiday : she will not " squander a wavelet " of it, not a " mite of her twelve hours' treasure." Others can be happy throughout the year: haughty Ottima and Sebald, the lovers on the hill ; Jules and Phene, the artist and his bride ; Luigi and his mother ; Monsignor, the Bishop ; but Pippa has only this one day to enjoy. She envies these great "Pifipa Passes:' / 3i6 ROBERT BROWNING. Intense pas- sion atui beauty. ones a little, but reflects that God's love is best, after all. And yet, how little can she do ! How can she possibly affect the world ? Thus she muses, and goes out, singing, to her holiday and the sunshine. Now, it so happens that she passes, this day, each of the groups or persons we have named, at an important crisis in their lives, and they hear her various carols as she trills them forth in the innocent gladness of her heart. Sebald and Ottima have murdered the latter's aged husband, and are unremorseful in their guilty love. Jules is the victim of a fraud practised by his rival artists, who have put in his way a young girl, a paid model, whom he believes to be a pure and cultured maiden. He has married her, and just discovered the imposture. Luigi is hesitating whether to join a patriotic conspiracy. Monsignor is tempted by Maffeo to overlook his late brother's murder, for the 'sake of the estates, and utterly to ruin Pippa. The scene between Ottima and Sebald is the most intense and striking passage of all Browning's poetr}', and, possibly, of any dramatic verse composed during his lifetime up to the date of this play. A passion- ate esoteric theme is treated with such vigor and skill as to free it from any debasing taint, in the dialogue from which I quote : — " Ottima The past, would you give up the past Such as it is, pleasure and crime together .' Give up that noon I owned my love for you — The garden's silence — even the single bee, Persisting in his toil, suddenly stopt, And where he hid you only could surmise By some campanula's chalice set a-swing As he clung there — ' Yes, I love you ! ' Sebald. And I drew Back ; put far back your face with both my hands 'PIP PA passes: 317 Lest you should grow too full of me — your face So seemed athirst for my whole soul and body ! The July night ? Ottima. Then our crowning night — Sebald. Ottiyjia. The day of it too, Sebald ! When the heaven's pillars seemed o'erbowed with heat, Its black-blue canopy seemed let descend Close on us both, to weigh down each to each, And smother up all life except our life. So lay we till the storm came. Sebald. How it came ! Ottima. Buried in woods we lay, you recollect; Swift ran the searching tempest overhead ; And ever and anon some bright white shaft Burnt thro' the pine-tree roof, — here burnt and there, As if God's messenger thro' the close wood screen Plunged and replunged his weapon at a venture, Feeling for guilty thee and me : then broke The thunder like a whole sea overhead — Sebald. Yes ! • • • • • How did we ever rise .-' Was it that we slept ? Why did it end } Ottima. I felt you. Fresh tapering to a point the ruffled ends Of my loose locks 'twixt both your humid lips — (My hair is fallen now — knot it again ! ) Sebald. I kiss you now, dear Ottima, now, and now ! This way ? Will you forgive me — be once more My great queen ? Ottima. Bind it thrice about my brow ; Crown me your queen, your spirit's arbitress. Magnificent in sin. Say that ! Sebald. I crown you My great white queen, my spirit's arbitress, Magnificent — " But here Pippa passes, singing "God's in his heaven, — All 's right with the world ! " See " Pi/>pa Passes" Scent I. 318 ROBERT BROWNING. Too intel- lectual. Sebald is stricken with fear and remorse ; his para- mour becomes hideous in his eyes; he bids her dress her shoulders, wipe off that paint, and leave him, for he hates her ! She, the woman, is at least true to her lover, and prays God to be merciful, not to her, but to him. The scene changes to the post-nuptial meeting of Jules and Phene, and then in succession to the other passages and characters we have mentioned. All these persons are vitally affected, — have their lives changed, merely by Pippa's weird and suggestive songs, coming, as if by accident, upon their hearing at the critical moment. With certain reservations this is a strong and delicate conception, admirably worked out. The usual fault is present : the characters, whether students, peasants, or soldiers, all talk like sages ; Pippa reasons like a Paracelsus in panta- lets, — her intellectual songs are strangely put in the mouth of an ignorant silk-winding girl ; Phene is more natural, though mature, even for Italy, at four- teen. Browning's children are old as himself ; — he rarely sees them objectively. Even in the songs he is awkward, void of lyric grace ; if they have the wild- ing flavor, they have more than need be of specks and gnarledness. In the epilogue Pippa seeks her garret, and, as she disrobes, after artlessly running over the events of her holiday, soliloquizes thus : — " Now, one thing I should like really to know : How near I ever might approach all these I only fancied being, this long day — — Approach, I mean, so as to touch them — so As to . . in some way . . move them — if you please, Do good or evil to them some slight way." Finally, she sleeps, — unconscious of her day's mis- M sours tragedy: 319 sion, — and of the fact that her own life is to be something more than it has been, — but not until she has murmured these words of a hymn : — " All service is the same with God, — With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we : there is no last nor first." " Pippa Passes " is a work of pure art, and has a wealth of original fancy and romance, apart from its wisdom, to which every poet will do justice. Its faults are those of style and undue intellectuality. To quote the author's words, in another drama, " Ah ? well ! he o'er-refines, — the scholar's fault ! " As it is, we accept his work, looking upon it as upon some treasured yet bizarre painting of the mixed school, whose beauties are the more striking for its defects. The former are inherent, the latter external and subordinate. Everything from this poet is, or used to be, of value and interest, and " A Soul's Tragedy " is of both : first, for a masterly distinction between the action of sentiment and that founded on principle, and, secondly, for wit, satire, and knowledge of af- fairs. Ogniben, the Legate, is the most thorough man of the world Browning has drawn. That is a matchless stroke, at the close, where he says : " I have seen four-and-twenty leaders of revolts." It is a consolation to recall this when a pretender arises ; his race is measured, — his fall will surely come. With " Luria," in 1845-6, Browning, whose plays had been briefly performed, and whose closet-dra- mas had found too small a reading, made his "last attempt, for the present, at dramatic poetry." It A rare and exquisite production. "/} SouVs Tragedy." 320 ROBERT BROWNING. Dramatic nature of Bronvning' s lyrics. Founder of the new life- ichool. remains to examine his miscellaneous after-work, in- cluding the long poems which have appeared within the last five years, — thus far the most prolific, if not the most creative, period of his untiring life. Something of a dramatic character pertains to nearly all of Browning's lyrics. Like his wife, he has preferred to study human hearts rather than the forms of nature. A note to the first collection of his briefer poems places them under the head of Dramatic Pieces. This was at a time when English poets were enslaved to the idyllic method, and forgot that their readers had passions most suggestive to art when exalted above the tranquillity of picturesque re- pose. Herein Browning justly may claim originality. Even the Laureate combined the art of Keats with the contemplative habit of Wordsworth, and adapted them to his own times ; while Browning was the prophet of that reaction which holds that the proper study of mankind is man. His effort, weak or able, was at figure-painting, in distinction from that of landscape or still-life. It has not flourished during the recent period, but we are indebted to him for what we have of it. In an adverse time it was natural for it to assume peculiar, almost morbid phases ; but of this struggling, turbid figure-school, — variously represented by the younger Lytton, Rossetti, Swinburne, and others, he was the long-neglected progenitor. His genius may have been unequal to his aims. It is not easy for him to combine a score of figures upon the ample canvas : his work is at its best in separate ideals, or, rather, in portraits, — his DRAMATIC ROMANCES AND LYRICS. 321 dramatic talent b«ing more realistic than imaginative. Still, portraiture, in a certain sense, is the highest form of painting, and Browning's personal studies must not be undervalued. As usual, even here he is unequal, and, while some of them are matchless, in others, like all men of genius who aim at the highest, he conspicuously fails. A man of talent may never fail, yet never rise above a fixed height. Yet if Browning were a man of great genius his failures would not so outnumber his successes that half his lyrics could be missed without injury to his repu- tation. The shorter pieces, "Dramatic Romances and Lyr- ics," in the first general collection of his works, are of a better average grade than those in his latest book of miscellanies. One of the best is " My Last Duchess," a masterly sketch, comprising within sixty lines enough matter to furnish Browning, nowadays, with an excuse for a quarto. Nothing can be subtler than the art whereby the Duke is made to reveal a cruel tragedy of which he was the relentless villain, to betray the blackness of his heart, and to suggest a companion-tragedy in his betrothal close at hand. Thus was introduced a new method, applied with such coolness as to suggest the idea of vivisection or morbid anatomy. But let us group other lyrics in this collection with the matter of two later volumes, ATen a?id Women, and, Dramatis Personce. These books, made up of isolated poems, contain the bulk of his work during the eighteen years which followed his marriage in 1846. While their contents include no long poem or drama, they seem, upon the whole, to be the fullest expression of his genius, and that for which he is 14* u "My Last Duc/iess" "Men and IVomen," ■Sss- " Dramatis PcrsoncE," 1S64. 322 ROBERT BROWNING. Inferiority of the last- named vol- ume. " Men and ll'ome}i" a refiresenta- tive work. " Andrea iel Sarto." likeliest to be remembered. Every, poet has limita- tions, and in such briefer studies Browning keeps within the narrowest bounds allotted to him. Very few of his best pieces are in " Dramatis Personx," the greater part of which book is made up of his most ragged, uncouth, and even puerile verse ; and it is curious that it appeared at a time when his wife was scribbling the rhetorical verse of those years which I have designated as her period of decline. But observe the general excellence of the fifty poems in "Men and Women," — collected nine years earlier, when the author was forty-three years old, and at his prime. In the chapter upon Tennyson it was stated that almost every poet has a representative book, showing him at full height and variety. " Men and Women," like the Laureate's volume of 1842, is the most finished and comprehensive of the author's works, and the one his readers least could spare. Here we find numbers of those thrilling, skilfully dramatic studies, which so many have imitated with- out catching the secret of their power. The general effect of Browning's miscellaneous poems is like that of a picture-gallery, where cabinet- paintings, by old and modern masters, are placed at random upon the walls. Some are rich in color ; others, strong in light and shade. A few are elabo- rately finished, — more are careless drawings, fresh, but hurriedly sketched in. Often the subjects are repul- sive, but occasionally we have the solitary, impressive figure of a lover or a saint. The poet is as familiar with medieeval thought and story as most authors with their own time, and adapts them to his lyrical uses. " Andrea del Sarto " be- longs to the same group with " My Last Duchess." 'MEN AND women: 323 It is the language of "the faultless painter," ad- dressed to his beautiful and thoughtless wife, for whom he has lowered his ideal — and from whose chains he cannot break, though he knows she is un- worthy, and even false to him. He moans before one of Rafael's drawings, excusing the faults, in envy of the genius : — " Still, what an arm ! and I could alter it. But all the play, the insight and the stretch — Out of me ! out of me ! And wherefore out ? Had you enjoined them on me, given me soul, We might have risen to Rafael, I and you. c • • • • But had you — O, with the same perfect brow. And perfect eyes, and more than perfect mouth, And the low voice my soul hears, as a bird The fowler's pipe, and follows to the snare, — Had you, with these the same, but brought a mind ! Some women do so. Had the mouth there urged ' God and the glory ! never care for gain ! ' • • • • * I might have done it for you." Were it indeed "all for love," then were the "world well lost " ; but even while he dallies with his wife she listens for her gallant's signal. This poem is one of Browning's finest studies : of late he has given us nothing equal to it. The picture of the rollicking " Fra Lippo Lippi " is broad, free-handed, yet scarcely so well done. " Pictor Ignotus " is upon another art-theme, and in quiet beauty differs from the poet's usual manner. Other old-time studies, good and poor, which served to set the fashion for a number of minor poets, are such pieces as " Count Gismond," " Cristina," "The Laboratory," and "The Confessional." "Fra Lippo Lipjii" etc. 324 ROBERT BROWNING. " Christmas Eve" and "Easier Day," 1850. Excellent medicBval church studies. How perilous an easy rhymed-metre is to this author was discernible in "Sordello." After the same manner he is tempted to garrulity in the semi-relig- ious poems, " Christmas Eve " and " Easter Day." It is difficult otherwise to account for their dreary flow, since they are no more original in theology than poetical in language and design. It would be strange if Browning were not indebted, for some of his most powerful themes, to the super- stition from which mediaeval art, politics, and daily life took their prevailing tone. In his analysis of its quality he seems to me extremely profound. Mo- nasticism in Spain even now is not so different from that of the fifteenth century, and the repulsive im- agery of a piece like the " Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister," written in the harshest verse, well consorts with a period when the orders, that took their origin in exalted purity, had become degraded through lust, gluttony, jealousy, and every cardinaKsin. Browning draws his monks, as Dore in the illustrations to "Les Contes Drolatiques," with porcine or wolfish faces, monstrous, seamed with vice, defiled in body and soul. "The Bishop orders his Tomb" has been criti- cised as not being a faithful study of the Romish ecclesiastic, A. D. 15 — ; but, unless I misapprehend the spirit of that period, this is one of the poet's strongest portraitures. Religion then was often a compound of fear, bigotry, and greed ; its officers, trained in the Church, seemed to themselves invested with something greater than themselves ; their ideas of good and evil, after years of ritualistic service, — made gross with pelf, jealousy, sensualism, and even blood-guiltiness, — became strangely intermixed. The poet overlays this groundwork with that love of art MEDIEVAL STUDIES. 325 and luxury — of jasper, peach-blossom marble, and lazuli — inbred in every Italian, — and even with the scholar's desire to have his epitaph carved aright : — "Choice Latin, picked phrase, Tally's every word, No gaudy ware like Gandolf's second line, — Tully, my masters? Ulpian serves his need! And then how I shall lie through centuries, And hear the blessed mutter of the mass, And see God made and eaten all day long. And feel the steady candle-flame, and taste Good, strong, thick, stupefying incense-smoke ! " All this commanded to his bastards ! And for the rest, were ever suspicion, hatred, delight at outwit- ting a rival in love and preferment, and every other loathsome passion strong in death, more ruthlessly and truthfully depicted ? Of strictly mediaeval church studies, "The Heretic's Tragedy" and "Holy-Cross Day," with their grotesque diction, annotations, and prefixes, are the most skil- ful reproductions essayed in our time. Browning alone could have conceived or written them. In " A Grammarian's Funeral," " Abt Vogler," and " Master Hugues," early scholarship and music are commemo- rated. The language of the simplest of these is so in- tricate that we have to be educated in a new tongue to comprehend them. Their value lies in the human nature revealed under such fantastic, and, to us, un- natural aspects developed in other times. "Artemis Prologuizes," the poet's antique sketch, is as unclassical as one might expect from its affected title. " Saul," a finer poem, may have furnished hints to Swinburne with respect to anapestic verse and the Hebraic feeling. Three poems, which strive to re- produce the early likeness and spirit of Christianity, The Her- etic's Trag- edy," etc. Studies upon themes taken from the first century- 326 ROBERT BROWNING. "Clean." "A Death in the Des- ert." merit close attention. One describes the raising of Lazarus, narrated in an "Epistle of Karshish, the Arab Physician." The pious, learned mage sees in the miracle " but a case of mania — subinduced By epilepsy, at the turning-point Of trance prolonged unduly some three days." " Cleon " is an exposition of the highest ground reached by the Pagan philosophy, set forth in a letter written, by a wise poet, to Protos, the King. At the end he makes light of the preachings of Paul, who is welcome to the few proselytes he can make among the ignorant slaves : — "And (as I gathered from a bystander) Their doctrines could be held by no sane man." The reader is forced to stop and consider what despised doctrines even now may be afloat, which in time may constitute the whole world's creed. The most elaborate of these pieces is "A Death in the Desert," the last words of St. John, the Evangelist, recorded by Pamphylax, an Antiochene martyr. The prologue and epilogue are sufficiently pedantic, but, like the long-drawn narrative, so characteristic, that this curious production may be taken as a represent- ative poem. A similar bit of realism is the sketch of a great poet, seen in every-day life by a fellow- townsman, entitled, " How it Strikes a Contempo- rary." And now, having selected a few of these miscellaneous pieces to represent the mass, how shall we define their true value, and their influence upon recent art ? Browning is justified in offering such works as a substitute for poetic treatment of English themes, SCHOLASTIC REALISM. 327 since he is upon ground naturally his own. Yet as poems they fail to move us, and to elevate gloriously the soul, but are the outgrowth of minute realism and speculation. To quote from one who is reviewing a kindred sort of literature, they sin " against the spirit of antiquity, in carrying back the modern analytic feeling to a scene where it does not belong." It is owing precisely to this sin that several of Browning's longer works are literary and rhythmical prodigies, monuments of learning and labor rather than enno- bling efforts of the imagination. His hand is bur- dened by too great accumulation of details, — and then there is the ever-present spirit of Robert Brown- ing peering from the eyes of each likeness, however faithful, that he portrays. He is the most intellectual of poets, Tennyson not excepted. Take, for example, " Caliban," with its text, "Thou thoughtest I was altogether such an one as thyself." The motive is a study of anthropomor- phism, by reflection of its counterpart in a lower animal, half man, half beast, possessed of the faculty of speech. The "natural theology" is food for thought; the poetry, descriptive and otherwise, realism carried to such perfection as to seem imagination. Here we have Browning's curious reasoning at its best. But what can be more vulgar and strictly unpoetical than " Mr. Sludge, the Medium," a composition of the same period } Our familiarity with such types as those to which the author's method is here applied enables us to test it with anything but satisfaction. Applied to a finer subject, in " Bishop Blougram's Apology," we heartily admire its virile analysis of the motives actuating the great prelate, who after due reflection has rejected Defect of the fore- cited poetns. Browning's subtilty of intellect. "Caliban." "Mr. Sludge. " " Bishop Blougratn. '' 328 ROBERT BROWNING. Occasional lyrics : T/ieir excel- lence and faults. "A life of doubt diversified by faith For one of faith diversified by doubt." Cardinal Wiseman is worldly and insincere ; the poet, Gigadibs, is earnest and on the right side ; yet, somehow, we do not quite despise the churchman nor admire the poet. This piece is at once the fore- most defence and arraignment of Philistinism, drawn up by a thinker broad enough to comprehend both sides. As an intellectual work, it is meat and wine ; as a poem, as a thing of beauty, — but that is quite another point in issue. Browning's offhand, occasional lyrics, such as " War- ing," "Time's Revenges," " Up in a Villa," "The Ital- ian in England," " By the Fireside," " The Worst of It," etc.^ are suggestive, and some of them widely familiar. His style has been caught by others. The picturesqueness and easy rhythm of " The Flight of the Duchess," and the touches in briefer lyrics, are repeated by minnesingers like Owen Meredith and Dobell. There is a grace and turn that still evades them, for sometimes their master can be as sweet and tuneful as Lodge, or any other of the skylarks. Wit- ness " In a Gondola," that delicious Venetian cantata, full of music and sweet sorrow, or "One Way of Love," for example, — but such melodies are none too fre- quent. When he paints nature, as in " Home Thoughts, from Abroad," how fresh and fine the landscape ! " And after April, when May follows, And the white-throat builds, and all the swallows, — Hark ! where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms, and dew-drops — at the bent spray's edge — That 's the wise thrush ; he sings each song twice over. Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture ! " HIS SUGGESTIVENESS. 329 Having in mind Shakespeare and Shelley, I neverthe- less think the last three lines the finest ever written touching the song of a bird. Contrast therewith the poet's later method, — the prose-run-mad of stanzas such as this : — " Hobbs hints blue, — straight he turtle eats. Nobbs prints blue, — claret crowns his cup. Nokes outdares Stokes in azure feats, — Both gorge. Who fished the murex up ? What porridge had John Keats .' " And this by no means the most impertinent of kindred verses in his books, — poetry that neither gods nor men can endure or understand, and yet interstrewn with delicate trifles, such as " Memorabilia," which for suggestiveness long will be preserved. Who so deft to catch the one immortal moment, the fleeting exqui- site word? Who so wont to reach for it, and wholly fail? VI. We come, at last, to a class of Browning's poems that I have grouped for their expression of that domi- nating sentiment, to which reference was made at the beginning of this review. Their moral is that of the apothegm that " Attractions are proportional to desti- nies " j of rationalistic freedom, as opposed to Calvin- ism ; of a belief that the greatest sin does not consist in giving rein to our desires, but in stinting or too prudently repressing them. Life must have its full and free development. And, as love is the master- passion, he is most earnest in illustrating this belief from its good or evil progress, and to this end has composed his most impressive verse. Moral of his ev'^ional 330 ROBERT BROWNING. lis subjec- tive under- tone. A main lesson of Browning's emotional poetry is that the unpardonable sin is "to dare something against nature." To set bounds to love is to commit that sin. Through his instinct for conditions which engender the most dramatic forms of speech and ac- tion, he is, at least, as an artist, tolerant of what is called an intrigue ; and that many complacent English and American readers do not recognize this, speaks volumes either for their stupidity, or for their hypoc- risy and inward sympathy in a creed which they pro- fess to abhor. Affecting to comprehend and admire Browning, they still refuse to forgive Swinburne, — whose crude earlier poems brought the lust of the ilesh to the edge of a grossness too palpable to be seductive, and from which his riper manhood has departed altogether. The elder poet, from first to last, has appeared to defend the elective affinities against impediments of law, theology, or social rank. It is not my province to discuss the ethics of this matter, but simply to speak of it as a fact. It will not do to fall back upon Browning's protest, in the note to his " Dramatic Lyrics," that these are " so many utterances of so many imaginary persons," and not his own. For when he returns persistently to a certain theme, illustrates it in divers ways, and heaps the coals of genius upon it till it breaks out into flame, he ceases to be objective and reveals his secret thought. No matter how conservative his habit, he is to be judged, like any artist, by his work ; and in all his poems we see a taste for the joys and sor- rows of a free, irresponsible life, — like that of the Italian lovers, of students in their vagrant youth, or of Consuelo and her husband upon the windy heath. Above all, he tells us : — 'IN A balcony: 331 "Thou shalt know, those arms once curled About thee, what we knew before, How love is the only good in the world." "In a Balcony" is the longest and finest of his emo- tional poems: a dramatic episode, in three dialogues, the personages of which talk at too great length, — although, no doubt, many and varied thoughts flash through the mind at supreme moments, and it is Browning's custom to put them all upon the record. How clearly the story is wrought! What exquisite language, and passion triumphant over life and death ! Mark the transformation of the lonely queen, in the one radiant hour of her life that tells her she is be- loved, and makes her an angel of goodness and light. She barters power and pride for love, clutching at this one thing as at Heaven, and feels " How soon a smile of God can change the world." Then comes the transformation, upon discovery of the cruel deceit, — her vengeance and despair. The love of Constance, who for it will surrender life, and even Norbert's hand, is more unselfish ; never more subtly, perhaps, than in this poem, has been illus- trated Byron's epigram : — " In her first passion, woman loves her lover : In all the others, all she loves is love." Here, too, is the profound lesson of the whole, that a word of the man Norbert's simple, blundering truth would have prevented all this coil. But the poet is at his height in treating of the master passion : — "Remember, I (and what am I to you?) Would give up all for one, leave throne, lose life, Do all but just unlove him ! he loves me." "InaBal- co}ty.'" 332 ROBERT BROWNING. ''The Statue and the Bust." With fine abandonment he makes the real worth so much more than the ideal : — " We live, and they experiment on life, These poets, painters, all who stand aloof To overlook the farther. Let us be The thing they look at ! " But in a large variety of minor lyrics it is hinted that our instincts have something divine about them ; that, regardless of other obligations, we may not dis- obey the inward monition. A man not only may for- sake father and mother and cleave to his wife ; but forsake his wife and cleave to the predestined one. No sin like repression ; no stmg like regret ; no requital for the opportunity slighted and gone by. In " The Statue and the Bust," — a typical piece, — had the man and woman seen clearly " the end " of life, though " a crime," they had not so failed of it: — " If you choose to play — is my principle ! Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will ! "The counter our lovers staked was lost As surely as if it were lawful coin : And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost "Was, the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin. Though the end in sight was a crime, I say." " A Light Woman " turns upon the right of every soul, however despicable, to its own happiness, and to freedom from the meddling of others. The words of many lyrics, attesting the boundless liberty and sovereignty of love, are plainly written, and to say the lesson is not there is to ape those commentators POETRY ADDRESSED TO HIS WIFE. 33; who discover an allegorical meaning in each Scrip- tural text that interferes with their special creeds. Both Browning and his wife possessed by nature a radical gift for sifting things to the core, an heroic disregard of every conventional gloss or institution. They were thoroughly mated in this respect, though one may have outstripped the other in exercise of the faculty. Their union, apparently, was so absolute that neither felt any need of fuller emotional life. The sentiment of Browning's passional verse, there- fore, is not the outgrowth of perceptions sharpened by restraint. The poetry addressed to his wife is, if anything, of a still higher order. He watches her "Reading by firelight, that great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it Mutely — my heart knows how — "When, if I think but deep enough, You are wont to answer, prompt as rhyme"; and again and again addresses her in such lines as these : — " God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her. • • • • • This to you — yourself my moon of poets! Ah, but that 's the world's side — there 's the wonder — Thus they se'e you, praise you, think they know you." In fine, not only his passional lyrics, but all the poems relating to the wedded love in which his own deepest instincts were thoroughly gratified, are the most strong and simple portion of his verse, — show- ing that luminous expression is still the product of high emotion, as some conceive the diamond to have been crystallized by the electric shock. Wedded poets. Truepassion ennobles art. 334 ROBERT BROWNING. " Dramatis Persona." " The Ring and the Book," 1869. An intel- lectual mar- vel. VII. Many of the lyrics in the volume of 1864 are so thin and faulty, and so fail to carry out the author's intent, — the one great failure in art, — as sadly to illustrate the progressive ills which attend upon a wrong method. The gift still remained, however, for no work dis- plays more of ill-diffused power and swift application than Browning's longest poem, The Ring and the Book, It has been succeeded rapidly, within five years, by other works, — the whole almost equalling, in bulk, the entire volume of his former writings. Their special quality is affluence : limitless wealth of language and illustration. They abound in the material of poetry. A poet should condense from such star-dust the orbs which give light and outlast time. As in " Sordello," Browning again fails to do this ; he gives us his first draught, • — the huge, outlined block, yet to be reduced to fit proportions, — the painter's sketch, blotchy and too obscure, and of late without the early freshness. Nevertheless, " The Ring and the Book " is a won- derful production, the extreme of realistic art, and considered, not without reason, by the poet's admi- rers, to be his greatest work. To review it would require a special chapter, and I have said enough with respect to the author's style in my citation of his less extended poems; but as the product of sheer intellect this surpasses them all. It is the story of a tragedy which took place at Rome one hundred and seventy years ago. The poet seems to have found his thesis in an old book, — part print, part manu- script, — bought for eight pence at a Florence stall: — 'THE RING AND THE BOOK.' 335 "A book in shape, but, really, pure crude fact Secreted from man's life when hearts beat hard, And brains, high-blooded, ticked two centuries since." The versified narrative of the child PampiHa's sale to Count Guido, of his cruelty and violence, of her rescue by a young priest, — the pursuit, the lawful separation, the murder by Guido of the girl and her putative parents, the trial and condemnation of the murderer, and the affirmation of his sentence by the Pope, — all this is made to fill out a poem of twenty- one thousand lines ; but these include ten different versions of the same tale, besides the poet's prelude, — in which latter he gives a general oudine of it, so that the reader plainly may understand it, and the historian then be privileged to wander as he choose. The chapters which contain the statements of the priest-lover and Pampilia are full of tragic beauty and emotion ; the Pope's soliloquy, though too prolonged, is a wonderful piece of literary metempsychosis ; but the speeches of the opposing lawyers carry realism to an intolerable, prosaic extreme. Each of these books, possibly, should be read by itself, and not too steadily nor too often. Observe that the author, in elevated passages, sometimes forgets his usual manner and breaks into the cadences of Tennyson's style ; for instance, the apostrophe to his dead wife, beginning " O lyric Love, half angel and half bird, And all a wonder and a wild desire ! " But elsewhere he still leads the reaction from the art-school. His presentations are endless : in his ar- chitecture the tracery, scroll-work, and multifoil be- wilder us and divert attention from the main design. Yet in presence of the changeful flow of his verse, Outline of the poem. The style oj certain pas- sages- 336 ROBERT BROWNING. "Balaus- tiotCs A d- veniure," 1871. " Fifine at the Fair,'' 1872. and the facility wherewith he records the speculations of his various characters, we are struck with wonder. " The Ring and the Book " is thus far imaginative, and a rhythmical marvel, but is it a stronghold of poetic art ? As a whole, we cannot admit that it is ; and yet the thought, the vocabulary, the imagery, the wisdom, lavished upon this story, would equip a score of ordinary writers, and place them beyond danger of neglect. Balaustion's Adventure, the poet's next volume, dis- plays a tranquil beauty uncommon in his verse, and it seems as if he sought, after his most prolonged effort, to refresh his mind with the' sweetness and repose of Greek art. He treads decently and rever- ently in the buskins of Euripides, and forgets to be garrulous in his chaste semi-translation of the Alcestis. The girl Balaustion's prelude and conclusion are very neatly turned, reminding us of Landor ; nor does the book, as a whole, lack the antique flavor and the blue, laughing freshness of the Trinacrian sea. What shall be said of Fifitie at the Fair, or of that volume, the last but one of Browning's essays, which not long ago succeeded it? Certainly, that they ex- hibit his steadfast tendency to produce work that is less and less poetical. There is no harder reading than the first of these poems; no more badly chosen, rudely handled measure than the verse selected for it ; no pretentious work, from so great a pen, has less of the spirit of grace and comeliness. It is a pity that the author has not somewhat accustomed himself to write in prose, for he insists upon recording all of his thoughts, and many of them are essentially pro- saic. Strength and subtilty are not enough in art : beauty, either of the fair, the terrible, or the gro- HIS LATER PRODUCTIONS. 337 tesque, is its justification, and a poem that repels at the outset has small excuse for being. " Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, Savior of Society," is another of Browning's experiments in vivisection, the subject readily made out to be the late Emperor of the French. It is longer than " Bishop Blougram's Apol- ogy," but compare it therewith, and we are forced to perceive a decline in terseness, virility, and true im- aginative power. Red Cotton Night-Cap Country; or, Tiirf and Towers, — what exasperating titles Browning puts forth ! this time under the protection of Miss Thackeray. That the habit is inbred, however, is proved by some ab- surd invention whenever it becomes necessary to coin a proper name. After " Bluphocks " and " Gigadibs," we have no right to complain of the title of his Breton romance. The poem itself contains a melo- dramatic story, and hence is less uninteresting than " Fifine." But to have such a volume, after Brown- ing's finer works, come out with each revolving year, is enough to extort from his truest admirers the cry of " Words ! Words ! Words ! " Much of the detail is paltry, and altogether local or temporal, so that it will become inexplicable fifty years hence. There is a constant " dropping into " prose ; more- over, whole pages of wandering nonsense are called forth by some word, like " night-cap " or " fiddle," taken for a text, as if to show the poet's mastery of verse-building and how contemptible he can make it. Once he would have put the narrative of this poem into a brief dramatic sketch that would have had beauty and interest. " My Last Duchess " is a more genuine addition to literature than the two hundred pages of this tedious and affected romance. A pro-| 15 V " Prince Hohenstiel- Schwan- gau." "Red Cot- ton Nigkt- Cap Coun- try" 1873- Decline in poetic valtte. 338 ROBERT BROWNING. " AristopJia- nes' Apol- ogy" 1875. Filial esti- mate 0/ this poet. Most origi- ftnl and t*nequal. longed career has not been of advantage to the reputation of Browning: his tree was well-rooted and reached a sturdy growth, but the yield is too profuse, of a fruit that still grows sourer from year to year. Nevertheless, this poet, like all men of genius, has happy seasons in which, by some remarkable per- formance, he seems to renew his prime. Aristopha- nes' Apology continues the charm of " Balaustion's Adventure," to which poem it is a sequel. What I have said of the classical purity and sweetness of the earlier production will apply to portions of " the last adventure of Balaustion," — which also includes " a transcript from Euripides." Besides, it displays the richness of scholarship, command of learned de- tails, skill in sophistry and analysis, power to recall, awaken, and dramatically inform the historic past, in all which qualifications this master still remains un- equalled by any modern writer, even by the most gifted and affluent pupil of his own impressive school. VIII. A FAIR estimate of Browning may, I think, be de- duced from the foregoing review of his career. It is hard to speak of one whose verse is a metrical paradox. I have called him the most original and the most unequal of living poets \ he continually descends to a prosaic level, but at times is elevated to the Laureate's highest flights. Without realizing the proper functions of art, he nevertheless sympa- thizes with the joyous liberty of its devotees; his life may be conventional, but he never forgets the Latin Quarter, and often celebrates that freedom in love and song which is the soul of Beranger's LA W AND LA WLESSNESS IN ART. 339 " Dans un grenier qu'on est bicn i vingt ans." Then, too, what working man of letters does not thank him when he says, — " But you are of the trade, my Puccio ! You have the fellow-craftsman's sympathy. There 's none knows like a fellow of the craft The all unestimated sum of pains That go to a success the world can see." He is an eclectic, and will not be restricted in his themes ; on the other hand, he gives us too gross a mixture of poetry, fact, and metaphysics, appearing to have no sense of composite harmony, but to revel in arabesque strangeness and confusion. He has a barbaric sense of color and lack of form. Striving against the trammels of verse, he really is far less a master of expression than others who make less re- sistance. We read in " Pippa Passes " : " If there should arise a new painter, will it not be in some such way by a poet, now, or a musician (spirits who have conceived and perfected an Ideal through some other channel), transferring it to this, and escaping our conventional roads by pure ignorance of them } " This is the Pre-Raphaelite idea, and, so far, good ; but Browning's fault is that, if he has "conceived," he certainly has made no effort to " perfect " an Ideal. And here I wish to say, — and this is something which, soon or late, every thoughtful poet must dis- cover, — that the structural exigencies of art, if one adapts his genius to them, have a beneficent reaction upon the artist's original design. By some friendly law they help the work to higher excellence, suggest- ing unthought-of touches, and refracting, so to speak, the single beam of light in rays of varied and delight- ful beauty. A truefel- low-crafti- ntati. Rich, yet harbaiic taste. The limits of freedom in art : Their benefi- cent reaction upon the art- ist's work. 340 ROBERT BROWNING. Ultimate re- sults of law- lessness. Browning's minute dra- Tiiatic ill- sight. The brakes which art applies to the poet's move- ment not only regulate, but strengthen its progress. Their absence is painfully evinced by the mass of Browning's unread verse. Works like " Sordello " and " Fifine," however intellectual, seem, like the removal of the Malvern Hills, a melancholy waste of human power. When some romance like the last-named comes from his pen, — an addition in volume, not in quality, to what he has done before, — I feel a sad- ness like that engendered among hundreds of gloomy folios in some black-letter alcove : books, forever closed, over which the mighty monks of old wore out their lives, debating minute points of casuistic theology, though now the very memory of their discussions has passed away. Would that Browning might take to heart his own words, addressed, in "Transcendental- ism," to a brother-poet : — " Song's our art : Whereas you please to speak these naked thoughts Instead of draping them in sights and sounds. — True thoughts, good thoughts, thoughts fit to treasure up ! But why such long prolusion and display, Such turning and adjustment of the harp .'' But here 's your fault ; grown men want thought, you think ; Thought 's what they mean by verse, and seek in verse : Boys seek for images and melody. Men must have reason, — so you aim at men. Quite otherwise ! " Incidentally we have noted the distinction between the drama of Browning and that of the absolute kind, observing that his characters reflect his own mental traits, and that their action and emotion are of small moment compared with the speculations to which he makes them all give voice. Still, he has ULTIMATE STANDING AS A POET. 341 dramatic insight, and a minute power of reading other men's hearts. His moral sentiment has a potent and subtile quality : — through his early poems he really founded a school, and had imitators, and, although of his later method there are few, the younger poets whom he has most affected very naturally began work by carrying his philosophy to a startling yet perfectly logical extreme. Much of his poetry is either very great or very poor. It has been compared to Wagner's music, and entitled the "poetry of the future"; but if this be just, then we must revise our conception of what poetry really is. The doubter incurs the contemptuous en- mity of two classes of the dramatist's admirers : first, of the metaphysical, who disregard considerations of passion, melody, and form ; secondly, of those who are sensitive to their master's failings, but, in view of his greatness, make it a point of honor to defend them. That greatness lies in his originality ; his error, arising from perverseness or congenital defect, is the violation of natural and beautiful laws. This renders his longer poems of less worth than his lyri- cal studies, while, through avoidance of it, produc- tions, differing as widely as "The Eve of St. Agnes" and " In Memoriam," will outlive " The Ring and the Book." In writing of Arnold I cited his own quota- tion of Goethe's distinction between the dilettanti, who •afifect genius and despise art, and those who respect their calling though not gifted with high creative power. Browning escapes the limitations of the latter class, but incurs the reproach visited upon the former ; and by his contempt of beauty, or inability to surely ex- press it, fails of that union of art and spiritual power which always characterizes a poet "entirely great." The "foetry of the fu- ture" What con- stitutes true greatness in art. CHAPTER X. LATTER-DAY SINGERS. ROBERT BUCHANAN. DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI. — WILLIAM MORRIS. A new de- parture. The latter- day poets. THROUGHOUT the recent poetry of Great Brit- ain a new departure is indicated, and there are signs that the true Victorian era has nearly reached a close. To speak more fully, we approach the end of that time in which — although a composite school has derived its models from all preceding forms — the idyllic method, as represented by Tennyson, upon the whole has prevailed, and has been more success- ful than in earlier times, and than contemporary efforts in the higher scale of song. All periods are transitional ; yet it may be said that the calling of the British poets, during the last fifteen years, has been a " struggle," not so much for recognition, as for the vital influence which consti- tutes a genuine "existence." The latter-day singers, who bear a special relation to the immediate future, are like those priests of the Sun, who, on hills over- looking the temples of strange gods, and above the tumult of a hostile nation, tend the sacred fire, in presence of their band of devotees, and wait for the coming of a fairer day. Not that the blood of Eng- A CONFLICT OF INTERESTS. 343 lishmen is more frigid, and their wants more sordid, than of old. The time is sufficiently imaginative. Love of excitement, the most persistent of human motives, is strong as ever. But the sources are vari- ous which now supply to the imagination that stimu- lus for which the new generation otherwise might resort to poetry. It is an age of journalism ; all the acts of all the world are narrated by the daily press. It is, we have seen, a time of criticism and scholar- ship, similar to the Alexandrian period of Greek thought. It is the very noontide of imaginative work in prose ; and so largely have great novelists sup- planted the poets in general regard, that annalists designate the Victorian period as the " age of prose romance." Finally, and notably within the last dec- ade, readers have been confronted with those won- ders of science which have a double effect, — destroy- ing the old poetic diction and imagery, and elevating the soul with beauty and sublimity beyond anything proffered by verse of the idyllic kind. The poets — especially Tennyson, in his recognition of modern science and the new theology — have tried to meet the exigency, but their efforts have been timid and hardly successful. Their art, though noble and re- fined, rarely has swayed the multitude, or even led the literary progress of the time, — that which verse was wont to do in the great poetic epochs. Year by year these adverse conditions have been more se- verely felt. To the latest poets, I say, the situation is so oppressive that there is reason to believe it must be near an end, and hence we see them striv- ing to break through and out of the restrictions that surround them. Where is the point of exit ? This is the problem Tkeir em- barrass- ments. Cfi. " Poeti of A nter- ica " .• /. 437. 344 LA TTER-DA Y SINGERS. Remedial efforts. Need of a dra»taiic revival. Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica^'' : pp. 466-469. which, singly or in groups, they are trying, perhaps unconsciously, to solve. Some return to a purely natural method, applying it to scenes whose fresh- ness and simplicity may win attention ; others with- draw to the region of absolute art, and by new and studied forms of constructive beauty gratify their own taste, and at least secure a delight in labor which, of itself, is full compensation. Some have applied poetic investigation to the spiritual themes which float like shadows among the pillars and arches of recent materialism ; finally, all are agreed in attempt- ing to infuse with more dramatic passion the over- cultured method of the day. In this last endeavor I am sure their instinct is right. Modern art has carried restraint and breeding below the level of repose. Poetry, to recover its station, must shake off its luxurious sleep : the Phi- listines are upon it. It must stimulate feeling, arouse to life, love, and action, before there can be a true revival of its ancient power. It would be invidious to lay any stress upon the fact that the body of recent English verse is supplied by those smaller lyrists, who, the poet tells us, never weary of singing the old eternal song. Socialists avow that Nature is unerring in the distribution of her groups. Among a thousand men are so many natural farmers, so many mechanics, a number of scholars, two or three musicians, — a single philan- thropist, it may be. But we search groups of a hun- dred thousand for a tolerable poet, and of a million for a good one. The inspired are in the proportion of diamonds to amethysts, of gold to iron. If, in the generation younger than Tennyson and the Brown- ings, we discover three or four singers fit to aspire REPRESENTATIVE NAMES. 345 and lead the way, especially at this stage of compe- tition with science and prose romance, there surely is no need that we should wholly despair. I have spoken elsewhere of the minor poets, and of those specialists who excel in dialect-writing and so- ciety-verse, and have derived from their miscellaneous productions an idea of the tone and fashion of the period. As we seek for those who are distinguished, not only by power and individuality, but by the impor- tance of their accomplished work, three or four, at most, require specific attention. Another year, and the position may be changed ; for poets are like com- ets in the suddenness of their appearance, and too often also in brief glory, hyperbolic orbit, and abrupt departure to be seen no more. Of the four whose names most readily occur to the mind, — Buchanan, Rossetti, Morris, and Swinburne, — the first holds an isolated position; the remaining three, though their gifts are entirely distinctive, have an appearance of association through sympathy in taste or studies, — so that, while to classify them as a school might be unphilosophical, to think of one is to recall the others. Such a group is not without precedent. It is not for this cause that I include the thtee under one review ; if it were so, Buchanan, from his antagonistic position, well might be placed else- where. The fact is, that all are latter-day poets, and need not object to meet on the footing of guests in the house of a common friend. With the exception of Rossetti, these later poets are alike in at least one respect : they are distinguished from the Farringford school by a less condensed, more affluent order of work, — are prodigal of their verse, pouring it out in youth, and flooding the ear with rhythm. There is IS* Representa- tive names. 346 ROBERT BUCHANAN. Robert Bu- cha?ian : born in Scot- land, Aug. 18, 1841. Hh temper- ament. no nursing of couplets, and so fruitful a yield may be taken as the evidence of a rich and fertile soil. II. Judged either by his verse or by his critical writings, Robert Buchanan seems to have a highly developed poetic temperament, with great earnestness, strength of conviction, and sensitiveness to points of right and wrong. Upon the whole, he represents, possibly more than any other rising man, the Scottish element in literature, — an element that stubbornly retains its char- acteristics, just as Scotch blood manages to hold its own through many changes of emigration, intermar- riage, or long descent. The most prosaic Scotsman has something of the imagination and warmth of feel- ing that belong to a poet ; the Scottish minstrel has the latter quality, at least, to an extent beyond ordi- nary comprehension. He wears his heart upon his sleeve ; his naivete and self-consciousness subject him to charges of egotism ; he has strong friends, but makes as many enemies by tilting against other peo- ple's convictions, and by zealous advocacy of his own. It is difficult for such a man to confine himself to pure art, and Buchanan is no exception to the rule. He is a Scotsman all over, and not only in push and aggressiveness, but, let me add, in versatility, in gen- uine love and knowledge of nature, and in his reli- gious aspiration. The latter does not manifest itself through allegiance to any traditional belief, but through a spirit of individual inquiry, resulting in speculations which he advances with all the fervor of Knox or Chalmers, and thus furnishes another illustration of the saying that every Scot has a creed of his own. A PUPIL OF WORDSWORTH. 347 Great Britain can well afford to tolerate the meta- physics of Scotland for the sake of her poetry. Bu- chanan's transcendentalism is mentioned here, because he has made his verse its exponent, and thus, in his chosen quest after the knowledge of good and evil, has placed himself apart from the other poets of his time. The library edition of his writings, recently issued, does not exhibit accurately the progress of his growth. The poems are not arranged in the order of their composition, but upon a system adapted to the au- thor's taste. In their perusal this is not the only feature to remind us of Wordsworth, whose arbitrary classification of his works is familiar to all. Both the early and the later writings of Buchanan show that much of his tutelage came from a youthful study of the bard of Rydal Mount, and he thus took a bent in a direction quite separate from that of the modern art-school. What he gained in freedom he lost in reserve, acquiring Wordsworth's gravest fault, — the habit of versifying every thought that comes to mind. A useful mission of the art-school has been to correct this tendency. Like Wordsworth, also, Buchanan is a natural sonneteer and idyllist, and he resembles the whole Lake school in the Orphic utterance of his opinions upon half the questions that fill the air. Hence some notable mistakes and beliefs, subject to revision ; hence, also, ill-conceived and spasmodic work, like the " Napoleon Fallen " and " The Drama of Kings," of which I believe that only a select portion has been retained in a new edition of this author's works. Thus Robert Buchanan is one of the least restrained and most unequal of the younger poets ; yet he is to be placed by himself on the ground of his decided His writ- ings. Influence of Words- worth and tiie Lake school. An isolated position. 348 ROBERT BUCHANAN. " Under- tones" 1 860. "Idyls and Legends of Inverburn" 1865. purpose and originality. What he lacks is the faculty of restraint. Stimulated, it may be, by his quick suc- cess, he has printed a great quantity of verse since the day, fourteen years ago, when David Gray and himself first started for London. That portion which is most carefully finished is, also, the freshest and most original ; showing either that in his case the labor limce is not thrown away, or else that, if the ruggedness of certain pieces is its result, he should have left them as they came from his brain. Of course his early efforts were experiments in verse rather than new and sweet pipings of his own. Under- tones consisted chiefly of classical studies, — a kind of work, I should say, apart from his natural turn, and in which he was not very successful. We do not find the true classical spirit in "Pan," nor in "The Last Song of Apollo," good as both these pieces are in a certain way. " Polypheme's Passion," imitated from Euripides and Theocritus, is nearer the mark. The strength, precision, and beauty of the antique are what evade him. After Keats, Landor, Tennyson, and Arnold, his classicism is no real addition to work of this kind in English poetry. Five years later his Scottish idyls and legends showed the touch and feeling of the real poet. They introduced us to scenes and language before almost unstudied, and were affecting, truthful, and picturesque. His songs of Lowland superstition are light with fancy, and sometimes musical as the chim- ing of glass bells. The Inverburn tales, in rhymed- heroic and blank verse, were rightly named idyls. They are exquisite pictures of humble life, more full of dialogue and incident than Wordsworth's, broader in treatment than Tennyson's ; in short, composed in A FAITHFUL POET OF NATURE. 349 their author's own style, and transcripts of the man- ners and landscape which he best knew. Few poems have more fairly deserved their welcome than " Willie Baird," "Poet Andrew," "John" ("The English Hus- wife's Gossip "), and " The Widow Mysie." Buchanan justly may be pronounced the most faithful poet of Nature among the new men. He is her familiar, and in this respect it would seem as if the mantle of Words- worth had fallen to him from some fine sunset or misty height. He knows the country with that knowledge which is gained only in youth. Like an American poet, and like no British poet save himself, he knows the hills and valleys, the woods and rippling trout- streams. An artist is apt to underrate his special gift. Buchanan is said to place more value upon his town- poems ; yet they do not affect us as these rural studies do, and the persons he best describes are those found in bucolic life. His four " Pastoral Pictures " rank with the pastorals of Bryant and Wordsworth in being so imaginative as to have the charm of more dramatic poems. " A Summer Pool " and " Up the River " are full of excellence. The following lines, taken almost at random, show what poetic beauty can be reached in purely descriptive verse : — "The air is hotter here. The bee booms by With honey-laden thigh, Doubling the heat with sounds akin to heat ; And like a floating flower the butterfly Swims upward, downward, till its feet Cling to the hedge-rows white and sweet. • . . . • The sunlight fades on mossy rocks, And on the mountain-sides the flocks Are spilt like streams ; — the highway dips Down, narrowing to the path where lambs Fidelity to Nature. Pastoral verse. 350 ROBERT BUCHANAN. "London Poems," 1866. Lay to the udders of their dams Their soft and pulpy lips. The hills grow closer ; to the right The path sweeps round a shadowy bay, Upon whose slated fringes white And crested wavelets play. All else is still. But list, O list! Hidden by bowlders and by mist, A shepherd whistles in his fist ; From height to height the far sheep bleat In answering iteration sweet. Sound, seeking Silence, bends above her. Within some haunted mountain grot; Kisses her, like a trembling lover, — So that she stirs in sleep, but wakens not!" As a writer of Scottish idyls, Buchanan was strictly within his limitations, and secure from rivalry. There is no dispute concerning a specialist, but a host will rebuke the claims of one who aims at universal suc- cess, and would fain, like the hard-handed man of Athens, play all parts at once. The young poet, how- ever, having so well availed himself of these home- scenes, certainly had warrant for attempting other labors than those of a mere genre painter in verse. He took from the city various subjects for his maturer work, treating these and his North-coast pictures in a more realistic fashion, discarding adornment, and letting his art teach its lesson by fidelity to actual life. A series of the lighter city-poems, suggested by early experiences in town, and entitled "London Lyr- ics" in the edition of 1874, is not in any way remark- able. The lines " To the Luggie " are a more poetical tribute to his comrade, Gray, than is the lyric "To David in Heaven." For poems of a later date he made studies from the poor of London and it required some courage to set before his comfortable readers 'LONDON poems: 351 the wretchedness of the lowest classes, — to introduce their woful phantoms at the poetic feast. " Nell " and " Liz " have the unquestionable power of truth ; they are faithfully, even painfully, realistic. The metre is purposely irregular, that nothing may cramp the language or blur the scene. " Nell " — the plaint of a creature whose husband has just been hanged for murder, and who, over the corpse of her still-born babe, tells the story of her misery and devotion — is stronger than its companion-piece ; but each is the striking expression of a woman's anguish put in rug- ged and impressive verse. "Meg Blane," among the North-coast pieces, is Buchanan's longest example of a similar method applied to a rural theme. I do him no wrong by not quoting from any one of these pro- ductions, whose force lies in their general effect, and which are composed in a manner directly opposite to that of the elaborate modern school. As a presentment of something new and strong, these are remarkable poems. Nevertheless, and grant- ing that propagandism is a legitimate mission of art, does not that poetry teach the most effectually which is the most attractive to a poet's audience ? Have the great evangelists kept their hearers in an exalted state of anguish without frequent intermissions of relief? Hogarth, in his realistic pictures of low life, followed nature, and made their wretchedness endur- able by seizing upon every humorous or grotesque point that could be made. " Nell," " Liz," and " Meg Blane " harrow us from first to last ; there is no re- mission, — the poet is inexorable ; the pain is contin- uous ; we are willing to accept these lessons, but would be spared from others of the same cast. Better as a poem, more tempting in its graphic Their tner- its and de- fects. 352 ROBERT BUCHANAN. A beautiful idyl. Humor. " The Book o/Orm," 1870. pictures of coast-life and brave sailorly forms, more pathetic as a narrative, and told in verse at once sturdier and more sweet, is that dramatic and beauti- ful idyl, "The Scairth o' Barde," in which we find a union of naturalism and realism at their best. The lesson is just as impressive as that of " Meg Blane," and the verse — how tender and strong! I think that other poets, of the rhetorical sort, might have written the one, while Buchanan alone could have so ren- dered the Scottish-sailor dialect of the other, and have given to its changeful scenery and detail those fine effects which warrant us in placing "The Scairth o' Bartle " at the high-water mark of the author's North-coast poems. Among other realistic studies, " Edward Crowhurst " and " Jane Lawson " will repay attention. That this poet has humor of the Tam-o'-Shanter kind is shown in the racy sketch of Widow Mysie, and by the Eng- lish and Scottish Eclogues. He also has done good work after Browning's lighter manner, of which " De Berny " (a life-like study of a French refugee in London) and " Kitty Kemble " may be taken as ex- amples. The latter, by its flowing satire, reminds us of Swift, but is mellowed with the kindness and char- ity which redeem from cynicism the wit of a true poet. The ease and grace of these two poems are very noticeable. It is in another direction that Buchanan has made his decided revolt against the modes and canons of the period. The Book of Orm invites us to a spirit- ual region, where fact and materialism cannot hamper his imaginings. To many it will seem that, in tak- ing metaphysics with him, he but exchanges one set of hindrances for another. It is a natural outcome 'THE BOOK OF ORM: 353 of his Scottish genius that he should find himself discussing the nature of evil, and applying mysticism to the old theological problems. The " Book " itself is hard to describe, being a study of the meaning of good arid evil, as observed through a kind of Celtic haze ; and even the author, to explain his own pur- pose, resorts to the language of a friendly critic, who pronounces it "a striking attempt to combine a quasi- Ossianic treatment of nature with a philosophy of rebellion rising into something like a Pantheistic vision of the necessity of evil." The poet himself adds that to him its whole scope is "to vindicate the ways of God to Man \sic\" He thus brings the great instance of Milton to sustain his propagandism, but w^hile poetry, written with such intent, may be sensuous, and often is passionate, it never can be entirely simple. The world has well agreed that what is fine in " Paradise Lost " is the poetry ; what is tiresome, the theology ; yet the latter certainly fur- nished the motive of England's greatest epic. In adopting a theme which, after all, is didactics under a spiritual glamour, Buchanan has chosen a distinc- tive ground. The question is, What sort of art is the result ? Inevitably a strange mixture of poetry and prose, — the relative proportions varying with the flow of the poet's imagination. " The Book of Orm " is largely made up of vague aspiration, rhetoric, padded and unsatisfactory verse. It contains, withal, very fine poetry, of which one or two specimens are as good as anything the author has composed. A por- tion of the work has a trace of the weird quality to be found in nearly all of Blake's pictures, and in most of his verse. The " Soul and Flesh," the " Flower of the World," and the " Drinkers of Hemlock " are thus w Transcen- dental and lacking sint' plicity ; but fitie here and there. 354 ROBERT BUCHANAN. ^^ Napoleon Fallen" and the " Dra}na of Kings," 1871. characterized. Two episodes are prominent among the rest. "The Dream of the World without Death" is a strong and effective poem : a vision of the time when " There were no kisses on familiar faces, No weaving of white grave-clothes, no lost pondering Over the still wax cheeks and folded fingers. "There was no putting tokens under pillows, There was no dreadful beauty slowly fading, Fading like moonlight softly into darkness. "There were no churchyard paths to walk on, thinking How near the well-beloved ones are lying. There were no sweet green graves to sit and muse on, " Till grief should grow a summer meditation. The shadow of the passing of an angel. And sleeping should seem easy, and not cruel. "Nothing but wondrous parting and a blankness." Of a still higher order is " The Vision of the Man Accurst," which is marked by fine imagination, though conceits and artificial phrases somewhat lessen its effect. It seems to me the poet's strongest produc- tion thus far, and holds among his mystical pieces the position of " The Scairth o' Bartle " among the Scottish tales. In applying the Orphic method to contemporary politics he makes a failure akin to that of Shelley in "The Revolt of Islam." Having perceived the weakness of his poems upon the Franco-German war, he gives them to us under new titles, and largely pruned or otherwise remodelled. Much of the politi- cal verse is written in a mouthing manner, inferior to his narrative style. The aspiration of Shelley's HIS VERSATILITY. 355 writings doubtless went far to sustain the melody that renders them so exquisite. Whatever Buchanan's mission may be, it detracts from, rather than en- hances, his genius as a poet. In reformatory lyrics and sonnets he does not rise so very far above the level of Massey and other spasmodic rhymesters. An American, living in a country where every mechanic is the peer of Buchanan as a reformer, and where poetry is considerably scarcer than " progress," is likely to care not so much for a singer's theories as for the quality of his song. Buchanan's versatility, and desire to obtain a hear- ing in every province of his art, have impelled him to some curious ventures, among which are two ro- mantic volumes upon American themes, published anonymously, but now acknowledged as his own. St. Abe and White Rose and Red have been commended for fidelity of local color and diction, but readers to the manner born will assure the author that he has succeeded only in being faithful to a British ideal of American frontier life. To compensate us, we have some thin poetry in his Maine romance, while in the Salt Lake extravaganza I can find none at all. His critical prose-writings are marked by eloquence and vigor, but those of a polemical order have, I should opine, entailed upon him more vexation than profit. He is said to figure creditably as a playwright, "The Witch-Finder " and " The Madcap Prince " having met with success upon the London stage. As a result of his impulse to handle every theme that occurs to him, and to essay all varieties of style, much of his poetry, even after the winnowing to which it has been subjected, is not free from sterile and prosaic chaff. A lesser fault is the custom of 1871. " White Rose and Red," 1S73. Prose writ- ings. Stage-plays. Faiths of judgment and style. 356 ROBERT BUCHANAN. A n impres- sive ballad. The past tnd/uiure. handicapping his pieces with affected prekides, and his vokimes with metrical statements of their purpose, — barbarisms taken from a period when people did not clearly see that Art must stand without crutches. Occasionally a theme which he selects, such as the description from Heine's " Reisebilder" of the vanish- ing of the old gods, is more of a poem than any verses that can be set to it. Nor do we care for such an excess of self-annunciation as is found in the prelude to " Bexhill." Faults of style are less common, yet he does not wholly escape the affecta- tions of a school with which he is in open conflict. Still, he can be artistic to a degree not exceeded in the most careful poetry of his time. "The Ballad of Judas Iscariot," which he has done well to place at the opening of his collection, is equal in finish to anything written since " The Rime of the Ancient Mariner," and approaches that poem in weird impres- siveness and power. Among his sonnets, those of the Coruisken series, sustained by lofty feeling and noble diction, are without doubt the best. In conclusion, it would appear that his work of the last five years is not an advance upon his Scottish idyls, and that a natural and charming poet has been retarded by conceiving an undue sense of his inspi- ration as a seer, a mystic, a prophet of the future. Moreover, like Southey, Buchanan has somewhat too carefully nursed his reputation. The sibyls confided their leaves to the winds, and knew that nothing which the gods thought worth preserving could be effaced by the wanton storm. His merits lie in his originality, earnestness, and admirable understanding of nature, in freedom of style and strength of gen- eral effect. His best poetry grows upon the reader. DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTL 357 He still is young, scarcely having begun the n:iature creative period, and, if he will study the graces of restraint, and cling to some department of art in which he is easily foremost, should not fail of a new and still more successful career. III. RossETTi is one of those men whose significant position is not so much due to the amount of work which they produce as to its quality, and to the prin- ciples it has suggested. Such leaders often are found, and influence contemporary thought by the personal magnetism that attracts young and eager spirits to gather around them. Sometimes a man of this kind, in respect to creative labor, is greater than his pro- ductions. But if Rossetti's special attitude has been of more account than his poetry, it is not because he lacks the power to equalize the two. He has chosen to give his energies to a kindred art of ex- pression, for which his genius is no less decided. Yet his influence as a poet, judging from his writ- ings, and from even a meagre knowledge of his life and associates, seems to be radical and more or less enduring. A stream broadens as it flows. Already, in the careers of Morris and Swinburne, we see the forms of extension through which the indestructibility of nature is secured for a specific mode of art. The instinct is not so far wrong which connects these poets with Rossetti, and calls the circle by his name. Three men could not be more independent of one another in their essential gifts ; yet there is some common chain between them to which the clew most Dante Go- briel Ros- setti: born in London, May 12, 1828. His distinc- tive/orce and attitude. Comrades in art. 358 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTL Recent poe- try and the arts of de- tign. PreRaph- aelitism : its tise and abuse. likely was obtained first by Rossetti, — he being the eldest, and the first to seize it in his search after beauty's underlying laws. It is true that Morris, a comrade near his own age, dedicated a book of poe- try to him long before the artist had compiled a volume of his own poems ; nevertheless, we gather the idea that the conversation and presence of Ros- setti had a formative influence upon the author of "The Earthly Paradise," as well as upon that younger singer whose dramatic genius already has half deter- mined what is to be the poetic tendency of the era now beginning. We turn to the young for confirma- tion of our views with regard to the immediate out- look ; for it is the privilege of youth to discern the freshest and most potential style. A prophetic sen- sitiveness, wiser than the dulled experience of age, unites it to the party of the future. Since the master treatise of Lessing there has been no question of the impassable barriers betwixt the provinces of the artist and the poet. Poetry, however, furnishes themes to the painter ; and of late, painting, through study of elemental processes, has enriched the field of poetry, — to which Rossetti's contribution is the latest, if not the greatest, and has the charm of something rare that is brought to us from another land. He was an early member of the Pre-Raphaelite brotherhood in painting, Millais and Holman Hunt being his most famous associates. He also has had some connection with Morris in the decorative art- work to which the latter has been so enviably de- voted. The element which Rossetti's verse and bear- ing have brought into English poetry holds to that art the relation of Pre-Raphaelite painting and deco- ration to painting and decoration of the academic . PRE-RAPHA ELITISM. 359 kind. As a figure-painter, his drawings, such as I have seen, are far above the strictly realistic work produced by acolytes of his order. The term real- ism constantly is used to cloak the mediocrity of artists whose designs are stiff, barren, and grotesque, — the form without the soul. They deal with the minor facts of art, unable to compass the major ; their labor is scarcely useful as a stepping-stone to higher things ; if it were not so unimaginative, it would have more value as a protest against conventionalism and a guide to something new. But Rossetti, a man of genius, has lighted his canvas and his pages with a quaUty that is more ennobling. He has discerned the spirit of beauty, wandering within the confines of a region whose landscape is visible, not to ground- lings, but to the poet's finer sight. Even his strictly Pre-Raphaelite verse, odd and weird as it may at first appear, is full of exaltation and lyrical power. Such of his ballads as recall the Troubadour period are no more realistic than the ballads of the idyllic poets. They are studies of what the Pre-Chaucerian minstrels saw, and partly result from use of their materials. However rich and rare, they hold, in the youth of the new movement, no more advanced posi- tion than that of Tennyson's " Oriana " and " The Lady of Shalott " compared with his epic and philo- sophic masterpieces. This point is worth considera- tion. The Laureate's work of this kind was an effort, in default of natural themes, to borrow something from that old Romantic art which so long has passed away as again to have the effect of newness. Much of Rossetti's verse is of this sort, yet possess- ing a quality which shows that his genius, if fully ex- ercised, might lead him to far greater achievements Genius of Rossetti. Seepage 176. 36o DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI. Transla- tions from " The Early Italian Poets." *'Poems," 1870. as an English poet. Consecrated, from his Italian parentage, to learning, art, and song, — reared in a household over which the medieval spirit has brooded, — he is thoroughly at home among romantic themes and processes, while a feeling like that of Dante exalts the maturer portion of his emblematic verse. In fact, he made his first appearance as a writer with a volume of translations, — The Early Italian Poets., published in 1861. In the new edition (1874), entitled " Dante and his Circle, with the Italian Poets preceding him," more stress is laid upon the arrange- ment of the book, Dante, through the " Vita Nuova " and many lyrics associated with his friends, is made the luminous central figure of a group of poets who shine partly by their own and partly by reflected light. Sonnets, lyrics, and canzonets are given also from more than forty additional writers, chiefly of an earlier date, and the whole volume is edited with patient learning and religious care. The time and poetry are elucidated with a fidelity and beauty not to be found in any English or Continental essays in the same field. An exquisite spirit possesses the workman and the work. An Anglo-Italian, he has a double nature, like that of the enchanter who under- stood the speech of birds. Whatever original work he might have produced with the same labor, it hardly could be a greater addition to our literature than this admirable transcript of Italy's most suggestive period and song. Rossetti's own poems are collected in a single vol- ume. Twoscore ballads, songs, and studies, with thrice that number of sonnets, make up its contents ; but there are not a few to maintain that here we have "infinite riches in a little room." A reviewer HIS COLLECTED POEMS. 361 is grateful to one who waits for songs that sing them- selves, and does not force us to examine long cantos for a satisfactory estimate of his power. Some of these poems were composed years ago, but the author does not specify them, " as nothing has been included which he believes to be immature." Conscientious- ness is a feature of this artist's work. A poet is not to be measured by the quantity of his outpourings ; if otherwise, what of Keats or Collins, and what of Southey and Young ? In this collection, then, I find no verse so realistic as to be unimaginative ; but I do find a quaint use of old phraseology, and a revival of the early rhyth- mical accents. The result is a not unpleasant man- nerism, of a kind that is visible in the poetry of Morris and Swinburne, and also crops out frequently in recent miscellaneous verse. Besides enriching, like Tennyson, our modern English by the revival of obso- lete yet effective Saxon and Norman words, Rossetti adds to its flexibility by novel inversions and accent- ual endings. With regard to the diction, it should be noted that such forms as " herseemed," though here in keeping, would be unendurable in the verse of an imitator. Throughout his poetry we discern a finesse, a regard for detail, and a knowledge of color and sound, that distinguish this master of the Neo- Romantic school. His end is gained by simplicity and sure precision of touch. He knows exactly what effect he desires, and produces it by a firm stroke of color, a beam of light, a single musical tone. Herein he surpasses his comrades, and exhibits great tact in preferring only the best of a dozen graces which either of them would introduce. In terseness he cer- tainly is before them all. 16 Style and language. Precision 0/ touch. 362 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTL An earnest and spirit- ual artist. We must accept a true poet for what he is, and be thankful. Rossetti is not the man to attract a dul- lard. His quaintness must seem to many as " out- landish " as the speech and garments of Christian and Faithful among the worldlings of Vanity Fair ; and he is so indifferent to its outlandishness that some may deem him wanting in sense and humor. But he is too earnest, too absorbed in his own vision of things spiritual and lovely, to look at matters from the common point of view. To one willing to share his feeling, and apt to recognize the inspiration of Diirer, or William Blake, or John La Farge, the effect is not to be gainsaid. The strangeness passes away with a study of his poems. Yielding to their melody and illumination, we are bathed in the rich colors of an abbey-window and listen to the music of choristers chanting from some skyey, hidden loft. The melody is indisputably fine, — whether from the lips of the transfigured maiden, of whom he tells us that, when " She spoke through the still weather, Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together"; or the witch-music of Lilith, the wife of Adam : — " Not a drop of her blood was human, • But she was made like a soft, sweet woman." It is difficult, however, to separate a single tone from the current harmony. Light and color are worthy of the music : — " Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven." 'THE BLESSED DAMOZEL: 363 " Her hair, that lay along her back, Was yellow, like ripe corn." « — "The clear-ranged unnumbered heads Bowed with their aureoles." — " She ceased. The light thrilled toward her, filled With angels in strong level flight." Of Rossetti's lyrics in the Gothic or Romantic form, " The Blessed Damozel," from which I quote, is most widely known, and deserves its reputation. Nothing, save great originality and beauty, could win us over to its peculiar manner. It is full of imagination : — " Herseemed she scarce had been a day One of God's choristers ; The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers " ; "And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames." " I '11 take his hand and go with him To the deep wells of light, — We will step down as to a stream. And bathe there in God's sight." The spell of this poem, I think, lies in the feeling that even in heaven the maiden, as on earth, is so real, so living, that " her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm " ; and that her terrestrial love and yearning are more to her than all the joys of Paradise. The poet, moreover, in this brief, wild lyric, seems to have conceived, like Dante, an apotheosis of some buried " The Bless- ed Da»io- zeV 364 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI. Ballads. Miscellane- ous poems. Transla- tions from the French. These, Scrip," as any mistress, — regarded, it may be, with worship, but no less with immortal passion and desire. In three mediaeval ballads of another class there is lyrical and dramatic power. I refer to "Troy Town," "Eden Bower," and "Sister Helen." with "Stratton Water" and "The Staff and probably are as characteristic and successful late revival of the ballad forms. " A Last Confession " is a tragical Italian story, in blank-verse, not unlike what Browning — leaving out Rossetti's Italian song — might write upon a similar theme. " Dante at Verona " is a grave and earnest poem, sustained with dignity throughout, yet I prefer Dr. Parsons's lines " On a Bust of Dante," — that majestic lyric, the noblest of tributes to the great Florentine in our own or any other tongue. At the opposite extreme, and in a vein that differs from Rossetti's other works, we have a curious and vivid piece of realism entitled "Jenny." The poet moral- izes, with equal taste and feeling, and much pictu- resqueness, over a beautiful but ignorant girl of the town, who no more than a child is aware of the train of thought she has inspired. A striking passage upon lust is specially effective and poetical. I have said that as an Italian translator Rossetti is unsurpassed, and he is nearly as fine in renderings from the old French, of which both Swinburne and himself have made enthusiastic studies. Witness a stanza from " The Ballad of Dead Ladies," Frangois Villon, 1450. The translator's inherent quaintness is suited to his task : — 'Tell me now in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman ? HIS MELODY AND IMAGINATION. 365 Where 's Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither of them the fairer woman ? Where is Echo, beheld of no man, Only heard on river and mere, — She whose beauty was more than human ? . . . . But where are the snows of yester-year ? " His lyrical faculty is exquisite ; not often swift, but chaste, and purely English. " The Song of the Bower," a most tuneful love-chant, reminding us of George Darley, is a good specimen of his melody, while " The Stream's Secret " has more music in it than any slow lyric that I now remember. Dramatic power is indicated by true lyrical genius, and we are not surprised to find Rossetti's poems surcharged with it. As a sonneteer, also, he has no living equal. Take the group written for pictures and read the sonnet of "Mary Magdalene." It is a complete dra- matic poem. The series belonging to "The House of Life," in finish, spontaneity, and richness of feel- ing, is such as this man alone can produce. Mrs. Browning's sonnets were the deathless revelation of her own beautiful soul ; if these are more objective, they are equally perfect in another way. Finally, the imagination to which I have alluded is rarely absent from Rossetti's verse. His touches now are delicate, and again have a broad sweep : — " As though mine image in the glass Should tarry when myself am gone." " How then should sound upon Life's darkening slope, The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope, The wind of Death's imperishable wing .' " In measuring his career as a poet, we at once per- ceive that he has moved in a somewhat narrow range with respect to both the thought and method of his Melody, Rossetti's sonnets. Imagina- tion. A spects 0/ his poetry and career. 366 WILLIAM MORRIS. n. G. R. died at Birching- ton-071-Sea, April 9, 1882. William Morris : born near Lo'idon, 1834- A n artist of tJi€ beautiful. compositions ; but that he approaches Tennyson in simplicity, purity, and richness of tone. His dramatic and lyrical powers are very marked, though not fully developed ; if he had been restricted to verse as a means of expression, he no doubt would have added greatly to our English song. Sonnets like the " Bri- dal Birth " and " Nuptial Sleep," and poems so pro- foundly thoughtful as " The Sea-Limits " and " The Woodspurge," place him among his foremost contem- poraries. He has had a magnetic influence upon those who come within his aureole. Should he com- plete " The House of Life " upon its original pro- jection, he will leave a monument of beauty more lasting than the tradition of his presence. His verse is compact of tenderness, emotional ecstasy, and po- etic fire. The spirit of the master whose name he bears clothes him as with a white garment. And we should expect his associates to be humble lovers of the beautiful, first of all, and through its ministry to rise to the lustrous upper heaven of spiritual art. IV. It is but natural, then, that we should find in William Morris a poet who may be described, to use the phrase of Hawthorne, as an Artist of the feeautiful. He delights in the manifestation of objective beauty. Byron felt himself one with Nature. Morris is ab- sorbed in the loveliness of his romantic work, and as an artist seems to find enchantment and content. In this serenity of mood he possesses that which has been denied to greater poets. True, he sings of himself, AN ARTIST OF THE BE A UTIFUL. 1^7 " Dreamer of dreams, born out of niy due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight ? " but what time could be to him more fortunate ? Amid the problems of our day, and the uncertainty as to what kind of art is to result from its confused elements, there is at least repose in the enjoyment of absolute beauty. There is safety in an art without a purpose other than to refresh and charm. People who labor in " six counties overhung with smoke " are willing enough to forget them. Morris's proffer of the means to this end could not have been more timely. Keats had juster cause for dissatisfaction : he could not know how eagerly men would turn to his work when the grandiloquent period, in which he found himself so valueless, should have worn itself away. Besides, he never fairly attained his ideal. To him the pursuit of Beauty, rather than the pos- session, was a passion and an appetite. He followed after, and depicted her, but was not at rest in her presence. Had Keats lived, — had he lived to gain the feeling of Morris, to pass from aspiration to at- tainment, and had his delicious poems been succeeded by others, comparing with "Isabella" and "The Eve of St. Agnes," as " The Earthly Paradise " compares with " The Defence of Guenevere," then indeed the world would have listened to a singer " Such as it had In the ages glad, Lo ng ago!" Morris appears to have been devoted from youth to the service of the beautiful. He has followed more than one branch of art, and enjoys, besides his fame as a poet, a practical reputation as an original Morris and Keats. 368 WILLIAM MORRIS. Taste, the parent of versatility hi art. " The De- fence of Gtu'ftevere,' 1858. and graceful designer in decorative work of many kinds. The present era, like the Venetian, and others in which taste has sprung from the luxury of wealth, seems to breed a class of handicraftsmen who are adepts in various departments of creative art. Ros- setti, Morris, Linton, Scott, Woolner, Hamerton, among others, follow the arts of song or of design at will. Doubtless the poet Morris, while making his unique drawings for stained glass, wall-paper, or decorative tile-work, finds a pleasure as keen as that of the artist Morris in the construction of his metrical ro- mances. There is balm and recreation to any writer in some tasteful pursuit which may serve as a foil to that which is the main labor and highest purpose of his life. As for his poetry, it is of a sort which must be delightful to construct : wholly removed from self, breeding neither anguish nor disquiet, but full of soft music and a familiar olden charm. So easeful to read, it cannot be unrestful to compose, and to the maker must be its own reward. He keeps within his self- allotted region ; if it be that of a lotos-eater's dream, he is willing to be deluded, and no longing for the real makes him "half sick of shadows." In this re- spect he is a wise, sweet, and very fortunate bard. Some years ago, judging of Morris by The Defence of Guenevere, mid Other Poetns, the only volume which he then had printed, I wrote of him : " Never a slov- enly writer, he gives us pieces that repay close reading, but also compel it, for they smack of the closet and studio rather than of the world of men and women, or that of the woods and fields. He, too, sings the deeds of Arthur and Lancelot." Let me now say that there is no purer or fresher landscape, more clearly 'THE DEFENCE OF GUENEVERE? 369 visible both to the author and the reader, than is to be found everywhere in the course of Morris's later volumes. Not only are his descriptions of every as- pect of Nature perfect, but he enters fully into the effect produced by her changes upon our lives and feelings. He sings of June, " And that desire that rippHng water gives To youthful hearts to wander anywhere " ; of the drowsy August languor, " When men were happy, they could scarce tell why, Although they felt the rich year slipping by." A thousand similar examples may be selected fr6m his poems. But his first work was quite in sympathy with that of Rossetti : an effort to disconnect poetry from modern thought and purpose, through a return not so much to nature as to models taken from the age of ballad-romance. It was saturated with the Pre-Chaucerian spirit. In medieval tone, color, and somewhat rigid drawing, it corresponded to the missal- work style of the Pre-Raphaelites in art. The manner was too studied to permit of swift movement or broad scope ; the language somewhat ancient and obscure. There is much that is fine, however, in the plumed and heroic ballad, " Riding Together," and " The Haystack in the Flood" is a powerful conception, wrought out with historic truth of detail and grim dramatic effect. " These thirty poems, fitly inscribed to Rossetti, made up a work whose value somewhat depended ujDon its promise for the future. The true Pre-Raphaelite is willing to bury his own name in order to serve his art ; to spend a life, if need be, in laying the ground- 16* X Pre-Chau- cerian bal- lads. 370 WILLIAM MORRIS. "The Life and Death of Jason," 1865. Q. " Poets vf A mer- ica'\- p. wall upon which his successors can build a new tem- ple that shall replace the time-worn structure he has helped to tear away. But, to a man of genius, the higher service often is given later in his own career. Morris's second volume showed that he had left the shadows of ballad minstrelsy, and entered the pleasant sunlight of Chaucer. After seven years of silence T/ie Life and Death of jfason was a surprise, and was welcomed as the sustained performance of a true poet. It is a narrative poem, of epic propor- tions, all story and action, composed in the rhymed pentameter, strongly and sweetly carried from the first book to the last of seventeen. In this produc- tion, as in all the works of Morris, — in some respects the most notable raconteur since the time of his avowed master, Geoffrey Chaucer, — the statement is newly illustrated, that imaginative poets do not invent their own legends, but are wise in taking them from those historic treasuries of fact and fiction, the out- lines of which await only a master-hand to invest them with living beauty. The invention of " Jason," for instance, does not consist in the story of the Golden Fleece, but in new effects of combination, and in the melody and vigor of the means by which these old adventurous Greeks again are made to voyage, sing, love, fight, and die before us. Its author has a close knowledge of antiquities. Here and there his method is borrowed from Homer, — as in the gathering of the chiefs, which occupies the third book. Octosyllabic songs are interspersed, such as that of Orpheus, " O bitter sea, tumultuous sea, Full many an ill is wrought by thee ! " after which, 'THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JASON: 371 "Then shouted all the heroes, and they drove The good ship forth, so that the birds above, With long white wings, scarce flew so fast as they." These three lines convey an idea of the general dic- tion ; nor can any be selected from the ten thousand which compose the work that do not show how well our Saxon English is adapted for the transmission of the Homeric spirit. The poem is fresh and stirring, and the style befits the theme, though not free from harshness and careless rhymes ; moreover, it must be confessed that the reader often grows weary of the prolonged tale. This is an Odyssean epic, but written with continuity of effort ; not growing of itself with the growth of a nation, nor builded at long intervals like the " Idyls of the King." The poet lacks variety. His voice is in a single key, and, although it be a natural one that does not tire the ear, we are con- tent as we close the volume, and heave a sigh of satisfied appetite rather than of regret that the enter- tainment has reached an end. In his learned taste for whatever is curious and rare Morris has made researches among the Sagas of Norse literature, especially those of Iceland. The admirable translations which he made, in company with E. Magnusson, from the Icelandic Grettis and Volsunga Sagas, show how thoroughly every class of work is fashioned by his hands, and illustrate the wealth of the resources from which he obtained the conception of his latest poem.' The Story of Grdtir the Strong^ and The Story of the Volsungs and Nibhings, ' He now is said to be engaged upon a lineal and literal translation of Virgil, — a work which he can hardly fail to exe- cute speedily and well. Transla- tions from the Iceland- ic, i86g. 372 WILLIAM MORRIS. "The Earthly Paradise," 1868-70. Historic mytlis and legends. tp. " Poets ef A tner- ica " ; //. 108, log. appeared in 1869 ; but in 1868, five years after the completion of "Jason," the public had been delighted with the early instalments of a charming production, which, whatever he may accomplish hereafter, fairly exhibits his powers in their most sustained and varied form. The plan of The Earthly Paradise was conceived in a day that should be marked with a white stone, since for this poet to undertake it was to complete it. The effort was so sure to adjust itself to his genius (which is epic rather than dramatic), that the only question was one of time, and that is now a question of the past. In this important work Morris reaches the height of his success as a relator. His poems always have been stories. Even the shortest ballads in his first book are upon themes from the old chron- icles. " The Earthly Paradise " has the universe of fiction for a field, and reclothes the choicest and most famous legends of Asia and Europe with the delicate fabric of its verse. Greek and Oriental lore, the tales of the Gesta Romanorum, the romance of the Nibe- lungen-Lied, and even the myths of the Eddas, con- tribute to this thesaurus of narrative song. All these tales are familiar: many of a type from which John Fiske or Miiller would prove their long descent, tra- cing them far as the " most eastern East " ; but never before did they appear in more attractive shape, or fall so musically from a poet's honeyed mouth. Their fascination is beyond question. We listen to the narrator, as Arabs before the desert fire hang upon the lips of one who recites some legend of the good Haroun. Here is a successor to Boccaccio and to Chaucer. The verse, indeed, is exclusively Chauce- rian, of which three styles are used, the hero.'c, sestina, 'THE EARTHLY PARADISE? 37: and octosyllabic. Chance quotations show with what fehcity and perfect ease the modern poet renews the cadences of his master. Take one from " Atalanta's Race": — "Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts up, on a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow, but seldom bent, Now at the noontide naught had happed to slay, Within a vale he called his hounds away. Hearkening the echoes of his lone voice cling About the cliffs, and through the beech-trees ring." Another from " The Man Born to be King " : — " So long he rode he drew anigh A mill upon the river's brim, That seemed a goodly place to him, For o'er the oily, smooth millhead There hung the apples growing red. And many an ancient apple-tree Within the orchard could he see, While the smooth millwalls, white and black, Shook to the great wheel's measured clack, And grumble of the gear within ; While o'er the roof that dulled that din The doves sat crooning half the day. And round the half-cut stack of hay The sparrows fluttered twittering." And this, from "The Story of Cupid and Psyche" :- "From place to place Love followed her that day And ever fairer to his eyes she grew. So that at last when from her bower she flew, And tinderneath his feet the moonlit sea Went shepherding his waves disorderly, He swore that of all gods and men, no one Should hold her in his arms but he alone." The couplet which I have italicized has an imagi-l Three modes of Chauce- rian verse. 374 WILLIAM MORRIS. Clear ex- fression. native quality not frequent in Morris's verse, for the excellence of this poet lies rather in his clear vision and exquisite directness of speech. Examples, other- wise neither better nor worse than the foregoing, may be taken from any one of the sixteen hundred pages of his great work. I can give but the briefest state- ment of its method and range. In each of these metrical forms the verse is smooth and transparent, — the choice result of the author's Chaucerian studies, with what addition of beauty and suggestiveness his genius can bestow. His language is so pure that there absolutely is no resisting medi- um to obscure the interest of a tale. We feel that he enjoys his story as we do, yet the technical excel- lence, seen at once by a writer, scarcely is thought of by the lay reader, to whom poetry is in the main addressed. Morris easily grasps the feeling of each successive literature from which his stories are de- rived. He is at will a pagan, a Christian, or a wor- shipper of Odin and Thor; and especially has caught the spirit of those generations which, scarcely emerged from classicism in the South, and bordered by hea- thendom on the North, peopled their unhallowed places with beings drawn from either source. Christ reigned, yet the old gods had not wholly faded out, but acted, whether fair or devilish, as subjects and allies of Satan. All this is magically conveyed in such poems as " The Ring given to Venus " and "The Lady of the Land." The former may be con- sulted (and any other will do almost as well) for evi- dence of the advantage possessed by Morris through his knowledge of mediaeval costumes, armor, dances, festivals, and all the curious paraphernalia of days gone by. So well equipped a virtuoso, and so facile 'THE EARTHLY PARADISE: 375 a rhythmist, was warranted in undertaking to write "The Earthly Paradise," broad as it is in scope, and extended to the enormous length of forty thousand lines. The result shows that he set himself a per- fectly feasible task. In this work he avoids the prolonged strain of " Jason," by making, with few exceptions, each story of a length that can be read at a sitting. His har- monic turn is shown in the arrangement of them all under the signs of the zodiac. We have one clas- sical and one mediaeval legend for each month of the year. I take it that the framework of the whole, the romance of voyagers in search of an earthly Paradise, is familiar to the reader. While Morris claims Chaucer, as Dante claimed Virgil, for his master, this only relates to the purpose and form of his poetry, for the freshness and sweetness are his own. He has gone to Chaucer, but also to nature, — to the earth whence sprang that well of English undefiled. His descriptive preludes, that serenely paint each phase of the revolving year, and the scenic touches throughout his stories, are truthful and picturesque. He uses but few and often-repeated ad- jectives ; like the early rhapsodists, once having chosen an epithet for a certain thing, he clings to it, never introducing, for novelty's sake, another that is poorer than the best. Morris fairly escapes from our turmoil and mate- rialism by this flight to the refuge of amusement and simple art. A correlative moral runs through all of his poetry ; one which, it must be owned, savors of pagan fatalism. The thought conveyed is that noth- ing should concern men but to enjoy what hollow good the gods award us, and this in the present, be- : A tinge of fatalism. 376 WILLIAM MORRIS. " Car/e ifiem." fore the days come when we shall say we have no pleasure in them, — before death come, which closes all. He not only chooses to be a dreamer of dreams, and will not " strive to set the crooked straight," but tells us, — " Yes, ye are made immortal on the day Ye cease the dusty grains of time to weigh"; and in every poem has some passage like this : — " Fear little, then, I counsel you, What any son of man can do; Because a log of wood will last While many a life of man goes past, And all is over in slight space." His hoary voyagers have toiled and wandered, as they find, in vain : — "Lo, A long life gone, and nothing more they know, Why they should live to have desire and foil. And toil, that, overcome, brings yet more toil, Than that day of their vanished youth, when first They saw Death clear, and deemed all life accurst By that cold, overshadowing threat, — the End." They have nothing left but to beguile the remnant of their hours with story and repose, until the grave shall be reached, in which there is neither device, nor knowl- edge, nor wisdom. The poet's constant injunction is to seize the day, to strive not for greater or new things, since all will soon be over, and who knoweth what is beyond ? In his epilogue to the entire work he faithfully epitomizes its spirit : — " Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant ; Life have we loved, through green leaf and through sere, Though still tlie less we knew of its intent : The Earth and Heaven through countless year on year, '77/A EARTHLY PARADISE:' Z77 Slow changing, were to us but curtains fair, Hung round about a little room, where play Weeping and laughter of man's empty day." This tinge of fatalism has a saddening effect upon Morris's verse, and thus far lessens its charm. A shadow falls across the feast. One of his critics has well said that " A poet, in this age of the world, who would be immortal, must write as if he himself be- lieved in immortality." His personages, moreover, are phantasmal, and really seem as if they issued from the ivory gate. Again, while his latest work is a marvel of prolonged strength and industry, its length gives it somewhat of an encyclopedic character. The last volume was not received so eagerly as the first. I would not quote against the author that saying of Callimachus, " a great book is a great evil " ; never- theless we feel that he has a too facile power, — a story once given him, — of putting it into rippling verse as rapidly as another man can write it in prose. Still, " The Earthly Paradise " is a library of itself, and in yielding to its spell we experience anew the delights which the " Arabian Nights " afforded to our childhood. What more tempting than to loll in such an " orchard-close " as the poet is wont to paint for us, and — with clover blooming everywhere, and the robins singing about their, nests — to think it a por- tion of that fairy-land " East of the Sun and West of the Moon " ; or to read the fay-legends of " The Watch- ing of the Falcon " and " Ogier the Dane," or that history of " The Lovers of Gudrun," which possibly is the finest, as it is the most extended, of all our author's romantic poems .'' What more potent spell to banish care and pain ? And let there be some one near to sing : — Metrical facility. 378 WILLIAM MORRIS. Sweet, hui ttnimpcis- stojted, measures. Relative f>ositions of the Neo- Rontaniic poets. " In the white-flowered hawthorn brake, Love, be merry for my sake ; Twine the blossoms in my hair. Kiss me where I am most fair, — Kiss me, love ! for who knoweth What thing cometh after death ? " We have seen that the poetry of William Morris is thoroughly sweet and wholesome, fair with the beauty of green fields and summer skies, and pervaded by a restful charm. Yet it is but the choicest fashion of romantic narrative-verse. The poet's imagination is dear, but never lofty ; he never will rouse the soul to elevated thoughts and deeds. His low, continuous music reminds us of those Moorish melodies whose delicacy and pathos come from the gentle hearts of an expiring race, and seem the murmurous echo of strains that had an epic glory in the far-away past. Readers who look for passion, faith, and high im- aginings, will find his measures cloying in the end. Rossetti's work has been confined to Pre-Chaucerian minstrelsy, and to the spiritualism of the early Italian school. Morris advances to a revival of the narra- tive art of Chaucer. The next effort, to complete the cyclic movement, should renew the fire and lyric out- burst of the dramatic poets. Let us estimate the promise of what already has been essayed in that direction; — but to do this we must listen to the voice of the youngest and most impassioned of the group that stand with feet planted upon the outer circuit of the Victorian choir, and with faces looking eagerly toward the future. CHAPTER XL LATTER-DAY SINGERS. ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. SOME years have passed since this poet took the critical outposts by storm, and with a single effort gained a laurel-crown, of which no public envy, nor any lesser action of his own, thenceforth could dispossess him. The time has been so crowded with his successive productions — his career, with all its strength and imprudence, has been so thoroughly that of a poet — as to heighten the interest which only a spirit of most unusual quality can excite and long maintain. We have just observed the somewhat limited range of William Morris's vocabulary. It is composed mainly of plain Saxon words, chosen with great taste and musically put together. No barrenness, however, is perceptible, since to enrich that writer's language from learned or modern sources would disturb the tone of his pure English feeling. The nature of Swinburne's diction is precisely opposite. His faculty of expression is so brilliant as to obscure the other elements which are to be found in his verse, and constantly to lead him beyond the wisdom of art. Nevertheless, reflecting upon his genius and the chances of his future, it is difficult for any one to write with cold restraint who has an eye to see, an A Igernon Cliarles Swinhtrnc : born in Lon- don, April 5. 1S37. His diction. 38o ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. His surpris- ing com- mand of rhythm. ear to hear, and the practice which forces an artist to wonder at the lustre, the melody, the unstinted fire and movement, of his imperious song. I. I WISH, then, to speak at some length upon the one faculty in which Swinburne excels any living English poet ; in which I doubt if his equal has existed among recent poets of any tongue, unless Shelley be excepted, or, possibly, some lyrist of the modern French school. This is his miraculous gift of rhythm, his command over the unsuspected resources of a language. That Shelley had a like power is, I think, shown in passages like the choruses of " Prometheus Unbound," but he flourished half a century ago, and did not have (as Swinburne has) Shelley for a prede- cessor ! A new generation, refining upon the les- sons given by himself and Keats, has carried the art of rhythm to extreme variety and finish. Were Shelley to have a second career, his work, if no finer in single passages, would have, all in all, a range of musical variations such as we discover in Swinburne's. So close is the resemblance in quality of these two voices, however great the difference in development, as almost to justify a belief in metempsychosis. A master is needed to awake the spirit slumbering in any musical instrument. Before the advent of Swin- burne we did not realize the full scope of English verse. In his hands it is like the violin of Paganini. The range of his fantasias, roulades, arias, new effects of measure and sound, is incomparable with anything hitherto known. The first emotion of one who studies even his immature work is that of wonder at the HIS COMMAND OF RHYTHM. 381 freedom and richness of his diction, the susurrus of his rhythm, his unconscious alliterations, the endless change of his syllabic harmonies, — resulting in the alternate softness and strength, height and fall, riot- ous or chastened music, of his alifluent verse. How does he produce it? Who taught him all the hidden springs of melody ? He was born a tamer of words : a subduer of this most stubborn, yet most copious of the literary tongues. In his poetry we discover qual- ities we did not know were in the language, — a soft- ness that seemed Italian, a rugged strength we thought was German, a blithe and debonair lightness we de- spaired of capturing from the French. He has added a score of new stops and pedals to the instrument. He has introduced, partly from other tongues, stanzaic forms, measures and effects untried before ; and has brought out the swiftness and force of metres like the anapestic, carrying each to perfection at a single trial. Words in his hands are like the ivory balls of a juggler, and all words seem to be in his hands. His fellow- craftsmen, who alone can understand what has been done in their art, will not term this state- ment extravagance. Speaking only of his command over language and metre, I have a right to reaffirm, and to show by many illustrations, that he is the most sovereign of rhythmists. He compels the in- flexible elements to his use. Chaucer is more limpid, Shakespeare more kingly, Milton loftier at times, Byron has an unaffected power, — but neither Shelley nor the greatest of his predecessors is so dithyrambic, and no one has been in all moods so absolute an autocrat of verse. With equal gifts, I say, none could have been, for Swinburne comes after and prof- its by the art of all. Poets often win distinction by Unprece- dented mel- ody and freedom. The most dithyrambic of poets. 382 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. ^xfiression carried to fatiguitig excess. producing work that differs from what has gone be- fore. It seems as if Swinburne, in this ripe period, resolved to excel others by a mastery of known melodies, adding a new magic to each, and going beyond the range of the farthest. His amazing tricks of rhythm are those of a gymnast outleaping his fellows. We had Keats, Shelley, and Coleridge, after Collins and Gray, and Tennyson after Keats, but now Swinburne adds such elaboration, that an art which we thought perfected seems almost tame. In the first place, he was born a prodigy, — as much so as Morphy in chess ; added to this he is the product of these latter days, a phenomenon impossible before. It is safe to declare that at last a time has come when the force of expression can no further go. I do not say that it has not gone too far. The fruit may be, and here is, too luscious ; the flower is often of an odor too intoxicating to endure. Yet what execution ! Poetry, the rarest poetic feeling, may be found in simpler verse. Yet again, what exe- cution ! The voice may not be equal to the grandest music, nor trained and restrained as it should be. But the voice is there, and its possessor has the finest natural organ to which this generation has listened. Right here it is plain that Swinburne, especially in his early poems, has weakened his effects by cloying us with excessive richness of epithet and sound : in later works, by too elaborate expression and redun- dancy of treatment. Still, while Browning's amplifi- cation is wont to be harsh and obscure, Swinburne, even if obscure, or when the thought is one that he has repeated again and again, always gives us unap- proachable melody and grace. It is true that his glo- ries of speech often hang upon the slightest thread VOICE AND EXECUTION. 383 of purpose. He so constantly wants to stop and sing that he gets along slowly with a plot. As we listen to his fascinating music, the meaning, like the libretto of an opera, often passes out of mind. The melody is unbroken : in this, as in other matters, Swinburne's fault is that of excess. He does not frequently admit the sweet discords, of which he is a master, nor re- lieve his work by simple, contrasting interludes. Un- til recently his voice had a narrow range ; its effect resulted from changes upon a few notes. The rich- ness of these permutations was a marvel, yet a series of them blended into mannerism. Shelley could be academic at times, and even humorous ; but Swin- burne's monotone, original and varied within its bounds, was thought to be the expression of a limited range of feeling, and restricted his early efforts as a dramatic lyrist. The question first asked, with regard to either a poet or singer, is, Has he voice ? and then. Has he execution ? We have lastly to measure the passion, imagination, invention, to which voice and method are but ministers. From the quality of the latter, the style being the man, we often may estimate the higher faculties that control them. The principle here in- volved runs through all the arts of beauty and use A fine vocal gift is priceless, both for itself and for the spiritual force behind it. With this preliminary stress upon Swinburne's most conspicuous gift, let us briefly examine his record, bethinking ourselves how difficult it is to judge a poet who is obscured by his own excess of light, and whose earlier verses so cloyed the mind with richness as to deprive it of the judicial taste. Voice and execution aliuays essential. 384 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. Swinburne and Lander. Early dra- tnris : pub- lished in 1861. An Eliza- bethan tnan- ner. II. There is a resemblance, both of temperament and intellect, between Swinburne and what is known of Landor in his youth. The latter remained for a com- paratively brief time at college, but the younger poet, like the elder, was a natural scholar and linguist. He profited largely by his four years at Oxford, and the five at Eton which preceded them, for his intuitive command of languages is so unusual, that a year of his study must be worth a lustrum of other men's, and he has developed this gift by frequent and ex- quisite usage. No other Englishman has been so able to vary his effects by modes drawn, not only from classical and Oriental literatures, but from the haunting beauty of medieval song. I should suppose him to be as familiar with French verse, from Ron- sard to Hugo, as most of us are with the poetry of our own language, — and he writes either in Greek or Latin, old and new, or in troubadour French, as if his thoughts came to him in the diction for the time assumed. No really admirable work, I think, can be produced in a foreign tongue, until this kind of lingui-naturalization has been attained. His first volume, The Queen Mother and Rosamond, gave him no reputation. Possibly it was unnoticed amid the mass of new verse offered the public. We now see that it was of much significance. It showed the new author to be completely unaffected by the current idyllic mode. Not a trace of Tennyson ; just a trace, on the other hand, of Browning; above all, a true dramatic manner of the poet's own, — like noth- ing modern, but recalling the cadences, fire, and ac- tion of England's great dramatic period. There were 'THE QUEEN MOTHER' AND 'ROSAMOND? 385 many faults of construction, but also very strong and beautiful characterizations, in this youth's first essays : a manifest living in his personages for the time ; such fine language as this, in " Rosamond " : — " I see not flesh is holier than flesh, Or blood than blood more choicely qualified That scorn should live between them." And this: — " I that have roses in my name, and make All flowers glad to set their color by ; I that have held a land between twin lips And turned large England to a little kiss ; God thinks not of me as contemptible." " The Queen Mother " (time : the massacre of St. Bartholomew) is a longer and more complex tragedy than that from which the foregoing lines are taken. Catherine de' Medici is strongly and clearly delineated, — a cruel, relentless, yet imposing figure. The style is caught from Shakespeare, as if the youth's pride of intellect would let him go no lower for a model. Study, for example, the language of Teligny, Act III., Scene 2 ; and that of Catherine, Act V., Scene 3, where she avows that if God's ministers could see what she was about to do, then " Surely the wind would be as a hard fire, And the sea's yellow and distempered foam Displease the happy heaven ; . . . . . . . . towers and popular streets Should in the middle green smother and drown, And Havoc die with fulness." In another scene the king says of Denise : — 17 Y "Rosa- mond.''* " The Queen Mother." 386 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. " Atalanta in Calydon" 1864. "Yea, dead? She is all white to the dead hair, who was So full of gracious rose the air took color, Turned to a kiss against her face." The scene in which Catherine poisons her clown, and the whole of the closing portion of Act V., are full of strength and spirit. Scattered through the two plays are some of the curious Latin, old French, and old English lyrics which the author already was so deft at turning. The volume was inscribed to Rossetti. It reveals to a penetrative eye many traits of the gen- ius that has since blazed out so finely, and shows the nature of Swinburne's studies and associates. The man had come who was to do what Browning had failed to do in a less propitious time, and make a successful diversion from the idyllic lead of Tennyson. The body of recent minor verse fully displays the swift and radical character of the change. Three years later Swinburne printed his classical tragedy, Atalanta in Calydon^ Whatever may be said of the genuineness of any reproduction of the antique, this is the best of its kind. One who undertakes such work has the knowledge that his theme is removed from popular sympathy, and must be content with a restricted audience. Swinburne took up the classical dramatic form, and really made the dry bones live, — as even Landor and Arnold had not; as no man had, before or after Shelley ; that is to say, as no man has, for the " Prometheus Unbound," grand as it is, is classical only in some of its personages and in the ' During this time he also had written " Chastelard," but held it in reserve for future publication. "Atalanta" was begun on the day following the completion of the last-named poem. ' ATALANTA IN CALYDON: 387 mythical germ of its conception, — a sublime poem, full of absorbing beauty, but antique neither in spirit nor in form. "Atalanta" is upon the severest Greek model, that of ^schylus or Sophocles, and reads like an inspired translation. We cannot repeat the antique as it existed, though a poem may be better or worse. But consider the nearness of this success, and the very great poetry involved. Poetry and all, this thing has for once been done as well as possible, and no future poet can safely at- tempt to rival it. "Atalanta" is Greek in unity and simplicity, not only in the technical unities, — utterly disregarded in " Prometheus Unbound," — but in maintenance of a single pervading thought, the im- possibility of resisting the inexorable high gods. The hopeless fatalism of this tragedy was not the senti- ment of the joyous and reverential Greeks, but reminds us of the Hebrews, whose God was of a stern and dreadful type. This feeling, expressed in much of Swinburne's early verse, is the outcome of a haughty and untamed intellect chafing against a law which it cannot resist. Here is an imperious mind, requiring years of discipline and achievement to bring it into that harmony with its conditions through which we arrive at strength, happiness, repose. The opening invocation of the Chief Huntsman, with its majestic verse and imagery, alone secures the reader's attention, and the succeeding chorus, at the height of Swinburne's lyric reach, resolves attention to enchantment : — " When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain ; The best English re- production of the an- tique- 388 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half-assuaged for Itylus, For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil, and all the pain." Read this divine chorus, and three others equally perfect of their kind, deepening in grandeur and im- pressiveness : " Before the beginning of years," " We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair," "Who hath given man speech?" — and we have read the noblest verse of a purely lyric order that has appeared since the songs and choruses of the " Prometheus." How much more dithyrambic than the unrhymed measures of Arnold ! Rhyme is free as the air, that chartered libertine, to this poet, and our language in his mouth becomes not only as strong, but as musical, as the Greek. The choric spirit is here, however inharmo- nious the thought that God is the "supreme evil," covering us with his " hate," or the conclusion of the whole matter : — " Who shall contend with his lords, Or cross them or do them wrong .-• Who shall bind them as with cords ? Who shall tame them as with song .' Who shall smite them as with swords .'' For the hands of their kingdom are strong." Finally, the conception of the drama is large, the imagination clear, elevated, of an even tone through- out. The herald's account of the hunt is finely poetic. The choric responses of the last dialogue form a reso- nant climax to the whole. As a work of art it still remains the poet's flawless effort, showing the most objective purpose and clarified by the necessity of restraint. It is good to know that a work of pure art could at once make its way. It appealed to a 'POEMS AND ballads: 389 select audience, but the verdict of the few was so loud and instant as to gain for " Atalanta " a popular reading, — especially in rude America, with her strange, pathetic, misunderstood yearning for a rightful share of the culture and beauty of the older world. " Chastelard " appeared in the ensuing year ; but as I wish to mention this poem in some discussion of the larger work to which it holds the relation of the first division of a trilogy, and of Swinburne's char- acter as a dramatist, let us pass to the miscellaneous productions of the ten years intervening between "Ata- lanta " and "Bothwell." III. Swinburne's work revived the interest felt in poetry. His power was so evident that the public looked to see what else had come from his pen. This led to the collection, under the title of Foems and Ballads, of various lyrical pieces, some of which had been contributed to the serials, while others now were printed for the first time. Without fair consideration, this volume was taken as a new and studied work of the mature poet, and there was much astonishment over its contents. Here began a notable literary dis- cussion. If unmeasured praise had been awarded to Swinburne for the chastity and beauty of " Atalanta," he now was made to feel how the critical breath could shift to the opposite extreme and balance its early favor with reprehension of the severest kind. Here was a series of wild and Gothic pieces, full of sensu- ous and turbid passion, lavishing a prodigious wealth &f music and imagery upon the most perilous themes, and treating them in an openly defiant manner. " Poems and Ballads" 1866. Excitement created by this book. 390 ALGERNON CHARLES SIVLNBURNE. " Notes on Poems and Reviews," 1866. A literary tntagonism. Sense was everywhere exalted above spirituality ; and to them who did not consider the formative nature of the book and the dramatic purpose of the least re- strained ballads, it seemed as if the young author was lusting after strange gods, and had plunged into adoration of Venus and Priapus ; or that he had drunk of Circe's goblet, and was crowning himself with garlands ere his transformation into one of the beasts that follow in her train. Rebukes were freely uttered, — indeed, a storm of denunciation began. Friends and partisans rushed to his defence ; and at last the poet spoke for himself, with no doubtful force of satire and scorn, in reply both to the reviewers and to an able but covert attack made against him by a rival singer. So fierce a literary antagonism has not been known since the contests of Byron and the Lake school. Of course it gave the book a wide reading, followed by a marked influence upon the style of fledgling poets. The lyrics were reprinted in America, with the new title of " Laus Veneris," — taken from the opening poem, another presentment of the Tannhauser legend that has bewitched so many of the recent French and English minstrels. The author's reputation, hitherto confined to the ad- mirers of " Atalanta," now extended to the masses who read from curiosity. Some were content to rep- rehend, or smack their lips over the questionable portions of the new book ; but many, while perceiv- ing the crudeness of the ruder strains, rejoiced in the lyrical splendor that broke out here and there, and welcomed the poet's unique additions to the metric and stanzaic forms of English verse. That Swinburne fairly provoked censure he must himself have been aware, if he cared enough about THE POET AND HIS CRITICS. 391 the matter to reflect at all. I have no doubt he was astonished at its vehemence, and in truth the outcry of the moralists may have been overloud. People did not see, what now is clear enough, that these poems and ballads represented the primal stages of the poet's growth. Good or bad, they were brought to- gether and frankly given to the public. Doubtless, were the author now to make up a library edition of his works, there are several of these pieces he would prefer to omit. Of what writer may there not as much be said, unless, like Rossetti, he has lived be- yond the years of Byron before publishing at all 1 It chances, however, that certain lyrics which we well could spare on account of their unpleasant sug- gestions are among the most beautiful in language and form. Others, against which no ethical objec- tions can lie, are weakened by the author's feeblest affectations. All young poets have sins to answer for: to Swinburne men could say, as Arthur to Guen- evere, " And in the flesh thou hast sinned ! " so mor- bid and absurd are some of the phrases in this collection. Certainly there was an offence against good taste and discretion, and, if some of the poems were open to the interpretation given them, an offence of a more serious nature, for all indecency is out- lawed of art. The young poet, under a combination of influences, seems to have had a marked attack of that green-sickness which the excited and untrained im- agination, mistaking its own fancies for experience, undergoes before gaining strength through the vigor of healthy passion, mature and self-contained. Still, there are those who can more easily forgive the worst of Swinburne's youthful antics than those unconscious sins of commonplace, plagiarism, turgidity, — the hun- Censure fdirly pro- voked, but too vehe- ment. The voltime an mit- grovjth of the poefs formative period. 392 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. The "/er- tnejit of neiv •wifie." Early Gothic stittiies. dred weak offences that are pardoned in the early verse of men who make their mark as poets. After all, " Poems and Ballads " was a first book, tliough printed later than " Atalanta." The juvenile pieces which it contained, written during college life, are now announced for removal into a volume of ac- knowledged " Early Poems," including also the dra- mas of " Rosamond " and " The Queen Mother." But the original volume is of great interest, because it exhibits the germs of everything for which the author has become distinguished. Its spirit is that of un- bounded freedom, of resistance to an established ideal, — for Swinburne, with Shelley and kindred poets, has seen that finer ideals will take the place of those that are set aside. Meantime, in advance of a new reve- lation, he devoted himself to the expression of sensu- ous, even riotous beauty. Unequal as they are, these lyrics led up to work like " Atalanta," " Songs before Sunrise," and " Bothwell." They were the ferment of the heated fancy, and, though murky and unsettled, to be followed by clarity, sweetness, and strength. The fault of the book is excess. This poet, extrava- gant in spiritual or political revolt, in disdain, in dramatic outbursts, was no less so in his treatment of sensuous themes. He could not be otherwise, ex- cept when restrained by his artistic conscience in work modelled upon accepted forms. Among the earlier lyrics are to be numbered, I imagine, those mediaeval studies near the close of the volume which belong to the same class with much of Rossetti's and Morris's verse, yet never could be thought to come from any hand but Swinburne's own. Such are " The Masque of Queen Bersabe " (a miracle play), "A Christmas Carol," "St. Dorothy," EARLY LYRICS. 393 and various ballads, — besides the " Laus Veneris," to which I already have referred. In other pieces we discover the influence which French art and litera- ture had exerted upon the author. His acquaintance with the round of French minstrelsy made it natural for him to produce a kind of work that at first would not be relished by the British taste and ear. The richness of the foreign qualities brought into English verse by Swinburne has made amends for a passing phase of Gallic sensualism. What now crosses the Channel is of a different breed from the stilted for- malism of Boileau. With the rise of Hugo and the new Romantic school came freedom, lyrical melody, and dramatic fire. Elsewhere in this volume we note the still more potential Hebraic influence. " Aholi- bah " is closely imitated from Hebrew prophecy, and " A Ballad of Burdens " is imbued with a similar spirit, reading like the middle choruses in " Atalanta." More classical studies, " Phaedra " and " At Eleusis," approach the grade of Landor's " Hellenics." The " Hymn to Proserpine " is a beautiful and noble poem, dramatically reviving the emotion of a pagan who chooses to die with his gods, and musical with cadences which this poet has made distinctly his own. " Anactoria " and " Dolores," two pieces against which special objection has been made, exhibit great beauty of treatment, and a mystical though abnormal feeling, and are quite too fine to lose. The author holds them to be dramatic studies, written for men and not for babes, and connects them with " The Garden of Proserpine " and " Hesperia," in order to illustrate the transition from passion to satiety, and thence to wisdom and repose. The little sonnet, " A Cameo," suggests the rationale of this conception, and the 17* French, Hebraic, and classical influences. 394 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. latter, I may add, is practically illustrated by a re- view of Swinburne's own productions, from the " Poems and Ballads" up to "Bothwell." The value of the book consists in its fine poetry, and especially in the structure of that poetry, so full of lyrical revelations, of harmonies unknown before. Take any stanza of an apostrophe to the sea, in " The Triumph of Time " : — Very fine foetry. " O fair green-girdled mother of mine, Sea, that art clothed with the sun and the rain. Thy sweet hard kisses are strong like wine, Thy large embraces are keen like pain. Save me and hide me with all thy waves, Find me one grave of thy thousand graves, Those pure cold populous graves of thine. Wrought without hand in a world without stain." Or take any couplet from " Anactoria," that musical and fervent poem, whose imagination and expression are so welded together, and wherein the English heroic verse is long sustained at a height to which it rarely has ventured to aspire : — " Yea, thou shall be forgotten like spilt wtne, Except these kisses of my lips on thine Brand them with immortality ; but me — Men shall not see bright fire nor hear the sea, Nor mix their hearts with music, nor behold Cast forth of heaven with feet of awful gold And plumeless wings that make the bright air blind, Lightning, with thunder for a hound behind Hunting through fields unfurrowed and unsown, — But in the light and laughter, in the moan And music, and in grasp of lip and hand And shudder of water that makes felt on land The immeasurable tremor of all the sea. Memories shall mix and metaphors of me." A certain amount of such writing is bold and fine. METRICAL VARIATIONS. 395 The public knows, however, that it was carried by Swinburne to excess ; that in erotic verse a confec- tion of luscious and cloying epithets was presented again and again. At times there was an extravagance which would have been absent if this poet, who has abundant wit and satire, had also then had a hearty sense of humor, and which he himself must smile at now. But go further, and observe his original hand- ling of metres, as in the " Hymn to Proserpine " : — " Wilt thou yet take all, Galilean ? but these thou shalt not take, The laurel, the palms, and the paean, the breasts of the nymphs in the brake" ; and in " Hesperia " : — " Out of the golden remote wild west where the sea without shore is. Full of the sunset, and sad, if at all, with the fulness of joy, As a wind sets in with the autumn that blows from the region of stories. Blows with a perfume of songs and of memories beloved from a boy." Examine, too, the remarkable group of songs, set to melodies so fresh and novel : among others, " Dedi- cation," " The Garden of Proserpine," " Madonna Mia," " Rococo," and " Before Dawn." If these have their faults, what wrinkle can any Sybarite find in such a rose-leaf as the lyric called " A Match " : — " If love were what the rose is. And I were like the leaf. Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather. Blown fields or flowerful closes, Green pleasure or gray grief; If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf" Unwhole- some and fcititastic extrava- gance. for which we are com- pensated by novel and beautiful effects of rhythm. 396 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. "Ave aique Vale": a lofty eUgiac ode. Baudelaire, The tender and pious stanzas in memory of Lan- dor are included among these lyrics. The collection, after we have noted its weaknesses, extravagance, lack of technical and moral restraint, still remains the most striking, the most suggestive volume of miscel- laneous poems that has been offered by any poet of the younger schools. And it must be confessed that since its appearance, and after the period of growth which it represents, not a note has been uttered by its author to which the most rigid of moralists can honestly object. The full bloom of his lyrical genius appears not only in the choruses of " Atalanta," but in that large- moulded ode, " Ave atque Vale," composed in memory of Charles Baudelaire. It is founded on the model of famous English prototypes, to wit, the " Epitaph of Bion." If unequal to " Lycidas " in idyllic feeling, or to " Adonais " in lofty scorn and sorrow, it is more imaginative than the former, and surpasses either in continuity of tone and the absolute melody of elabo- rate verse. Arnold's " Thyrsis " is a wise and manly poem, closely adjusted to the classic phrase ; but here is an ethereal strain of the highest elegiac or- der, fashioned in a severe yet flexible spirit of lyric art. In stanzaic beauty it ranks, with Keats's odes, among our rarest examples. Critics who have sat at the feet of Wordsworth should remember that Swin- burne, in youth, was powerfully affected by the poetry of the wild and gifted author of " Les Fleurs du Mai." This threnody comes as directly from the heart as those of Shelley or Arnold lamenting Keats or Clough. Baudelaire and his group constituted what might be termed the Franco-Sapphic school. Their spirit pervades many of the " Poems and Bal- 'AVE ATQUE VALE: 397 lads"; but Swinburne, more fortunate than his teacher, has lived to outlive this phase, and is nearing his visioned " Hesperia " of strength and luminous calm. The " Ave atque Vale " is a perfect example of the metrical affluence that renders his verse a marvel. It is found in the opening lines : — " Shall I strew on thee rose, or rue, or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee ? " — The second stanza, recalling the dead poet's favor- ite ideal, is highly characteristic : — " For always thee the fervid, languid glories Allured of heavier suns in mightier skies ; Thine ears knew all the wandering watery sighs Where the sea sobs round Lesbian promontories. The barren kiss of piteous wave to wave, That knows not where is that Leucadian grave Which hides too deep the supreme head of song." An imagination like that of " Hyperion " is found in other stanzas : — " Now all strange hours and all strange loves are over, Dreams and desires and sombre songs and sweet. Hast thou found place at the great knees and feet Of some pale Titan-woman like a lover, Such as thy vision here solicited, Under the shadow of her fair vast head. The deep division of prodigious breasts, The solemn slope of mighty limbs asleep, The weight of awful tresses that still keep The savor and shade of old-world pine-forests Where the wet hill-winds weep?" — In one sense the motive thought is below the tech- nical grandeur of the poem. Its ideals are Sappho, Proserpine, Apollo, and the Venus of Baudelaire, — not the Cytherean, but the Gothic Venus "of the I^Ietrical affluence. 398 ALGERNON CHARLES SWLNBURNE. Trihite to the tjie^nory of Gautier. 1872. Sivinhurne' s ?'ft of tongues. See page 62. hollow hill." The round of Baudelaire's conceptions is thus pursued, after the antique fashion, with ex- quisite and solemn power. The tone is not one of high laudation, but of a minstrel who recalls the dead as he was, — a chant of sorrow and appreciation, not of hope. What extravagance there may be is in the passion and poetry lavished upon the theme. It is an ode written for persons of delicate culture ; no one else can grasp the allusions, though who so dull as not to be captivated by the sound ! But the same may be said of " Adonais " or " Hylas " ; and here again recurs the question asked concerning Landor, Shall not the wise, as well as the witless, have their poets ? The " Memorial Verses on the Death of Theophile Gautier" are also beautiful. They are composed in a grave form of quatrain resembling, though with a dif- ference, FitzGerald's version of the " Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam." The elegy is the longest of our author's contributions to a volume in which eighty poets of France, Italy, and England united to lay upon the tomb of Gautier a wreath more profuse with laurels than any other which has been recorded in the history of elegiac song. Swinburne's portion of this remark- able tribute includes, also, an English sonnet, a son- net and an ode in French, and Greek and Latin verses such as, I think, no other of the chanting multitude could have composed. A word in respect to his talent for this kind of work. Possibly Landor was a more ready Latinist, but no Englishman has written Greek elegiac to equal either the dedication of " Atalanta " or the Gautier " inscriptions " con- tained in this memorial volume. Having spoken of the uselessness of Landor's classical exploits, I would GREEK AND LATIN VERSES. 399 here add that their uselessness relates to the audi- ence, and not to the poet. The effect of such prac- tice upon himself and Swinburne would of itself argue for this amendment. The younger poet's own language is so modest and suggestive, that in repeating what was privately uttered I simply do him justice by stating his position better than it can otherwise be stated. " The value of modern Latin or Greek verse," he says, "depends, I think, upon the execution. Good verse, at any time, is a good thing, and a change of instrument now and then is good practice for the performer's hand I confess that I take delight in the metrical forms of any language of which I know anything whatever, simply for the metre's sake, as a new musical instrument ; and, as soon as I can, I am tempted to try my hand or my voice at a new mode of verse, like a child trying to sing before it can speak plain." In short, to a poet like Swinburne diversions of this kind have a practical value, even though they seem to be those of a knight tilting at a wayside tournament as he rides on his votive quest. We have dwelt so long upon the lyrics as to have little space for examination of more recent and im- portant works. My object has been to observe the development of the poet's genius, and thence derive an estimate of his present career. From 1867 to 187 1 he gave his ardent sympathy to the cause of European freedom, exerting himself in laudation, al- most in apotheosis, of the republican heroes and martyrs. Possibly his radical tendency was strength- ened in youth by association with a sturdy grandsire, the late Sir John Swinburne, who was a personal friend of Mirabeau, and to the last of his ninety- His own statement of tlie value of modern Latin or Greek Revolution- ary poems. 40O ALGERNON CHARLES SWhWBURNE. " A Song of Italy," 1867. " Ode on the French Republic," 1S70. "Songs be- fore Sun- rise," 1871. eight years an ultra-liberal of the French revolu- tionary school. The democratic poets of this century — men like Landor, Shelley, Hugo, Swinburne — often are to be found among those of patrician birth and culture. Swinburne, as if tired of art followed for its own sake, threw his soul into the struggle of the French and Italian patriots. A Song of Italy is marked by sonorous eloquence, and carries us buoy- antly along ; yet, despite its splendid apostrophes to Mazzini and Garibaldi, it was not a poem to be widely received and to stir the common heart. It appeals to the lover of high poetry rather than to votaries of the cause. The Ode on the French Republic was less worthy of the author, and not equal to its occasion. It bears the stamp of work composed for a special event as plainly as some of Southey's or Wordsworth's laureate odes. We may apply to it a portion of Swinburne's own censure of a far nobler poem, Lowell's " Commemoration Ode," of which many an isolated line is worth more to a great nation than the whole French ode can ever be to them that love France. Songs before Sunrise may be taken as the crowning effort of the author during the period just named. It is a series of lofty and imposing odes, exhibiting Swinburne's varied lyrical powers and his most earnest traits of character. The conflict of day with night before the sunrise of freedom is rehearsed in twoscore pieces, which chant the democratic up- rising of Continental Europe and the outbreak in Crete. Grouped together, the efifect is that of a strong symphonic movement ; yet much of it is tumultuous and ineffective. The prolonged earnestness fags the reader, and helps a cause less than might some pop- ular lyric or soldier's hymn. A trace of the spas- PROSE WRITINGS. 401 modic manner injures much of Swinburne's revolu- tionary verse. Yet here are powerful single poems : "The Watch in the Night," " Hertha," the "Hymn of Man," and " Perinde ac Cadaver." " Hertha " rates high among the author's pieces, having so much lyric force and music united with condensed and clarified thought. "The Eve of Revolution " is like the sound of a trumpet, and charged with fiery imagination, a fit companion-piece to Coleridge's finest ode. In Swinburne's poems we do not perceive the love of nature which was so passionate an element in the spirit and writings of Shelley, that exile from the hearts and households of his fellow-men. Were he compelled to follow art as a means of subsistence and to suit his work to the market, it would be more condensed and practical, yet would, I think, lose some- thing of its essential flavor. After all, he has been an industrious man of letters, devoted to literature as a matter of love and religion. The exhaustive essays upon Blake and Chapman, his various pref- aces and annotations, and his criticisms of Arnold, Morris, and Hugo, among other professional labors, are fresh in mind. The prose, like the poetry, is unflagging and impetuous beyond that of other men. No modern writer, save De Quincey, has sustained himself so easily and with such cumulative force through passages which strain the reader's mental power. His organ of expression is so developed that no exercise of it seems to produce brain-weariness, and he does not realize that others are subject to that kind of fatigue. He rarely takes up the critical pen unless to pay honor to a work he admires, or to confront some foe with dangerous satire and wrath. His language is so z No marked passio7i for nature. Critical and other prose essays. 402 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. A brilliant and origi- nal, hit not always judi- cial tnind. " Under the Microscope," 1872. Thoughtless estitnate 0/ A inerican foeis. enthusiastic that it does not always convince ; in fact, his rhetoric and generous partisanship lessen his ju- dicial authority. His writings often are too learned. Scholarship is a second nature with him ; he is not obscure, like Browning, but his allusions are so famil- iar to himself that he cannot bring them to the level of popular comprehension. Nor can he, however laud- atory of the masters he affected in youth, look upon other modern poets except with the complacency felt by one who listens to a stranger's rude handling of the native tongue. His command of verse is so be- yond that of any other Briton, that poets of different grades must seem to him pretty much alike, and their relative gifts scarcely worth distinguishing. By the law of attractions I should expect to see him inter- ested in verse of the most bald and primeval form. Many excel him in humor, simplicity, range of in- ventive power. But contend with him in rhythm, and, though you are Thor himself, you are trying to drain the horn of which one end is open to the sea. While recognizing his thorough honesty, I do not assent to his judgment of American poets. In Under the Microscope he pays a tribute to Poe, and has a just understanding of the merits and defects of Whitman. His denunciation of all the rest, as either mocking-birds in their adherence to models, or corn-crakes in the harshness and worthlessness of their original song, results, it is plain, not from preju- dice, but from ignorance of the atmosphere which per- vades American life. A poet must sing for his own people. Whitman, for instance, well and boldly avows himself the mouthpiece of our democratic nationality. Aside from the unconscious formalism that injures his poems, and which Swinburne has pointed out, he has AMERICAN POETS. 403 done what he could, and we acknowledge the justice shown to one, at least, of our representative men. But to cite other examples, — and a few are enough for this digression, — if Swinburne thoroughly under- stood the deep religious sentiment, the patriotism, the tender aspiration, of the best American homes, he would perceive that our revered Whittier had fairly expressed these emotions \ would comprehend the na- tional affection which discerns quality even in his faults, and originality and music in his fervent strains. And if he could feel the mighty presence of American woods and waters, he would see how simply and grandly the author of " Thanatopsis," " A Forest Hymn," and " The Night Journey of a River," had communed with nature, and acknowledge the Doric strength and purity of his imaginative verse. Our figure-school is but lately founded j landscape-art and sentiment have had to precede it ; but, again, cannot even a foreign critic find in poems like Lowell's " The Courtin'" an idyllic truth that Theocritus might re- joice in, all that can be made of the New England dialect, and pictures full of sweetness and feeling? Of this much I am confident, and this much will serve. America is not all frontier, and her riper thought and life are reflected in her literature. Our poets may avail themselves of " the glory that was Greece " with as much justice and originality as any British minstrel. The artist claims all subjects, times, and places for his own. Bryant, Emerson, Whittier, Lowell, Longfellow, — to cite no lesser or younger names, — are esteemed by a host of their countrymen who can read between the lines ; their poems are the music of a land to which British authors now must look for the largest and ever-growing portion of their 404 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. " Ckastel- ard," 1865. A romantic historical dranui. The poefs conception of Mary Stuart. own constituency. Each one of these poets as truly represents his country as any of their comrades who secure foreign attention by claiming a special prerog- ative in this office. IV. To return to Chastelard, which appeared close after " Atalanta," but in order of composition, as I have said, is known to have preceded the classical drama. The latter poem seemed flooded with moonlight, but " Chastelard " is warm-blooded and modern, charged with lurid passion and romance. As a historical tragedy it was a direct test of the dramatic powers of the author, and it is as a dramatic poet that he must be chiefly regarded. In this play we see the ripening of the genius that in youth produced " The Queen Mother," and to me it has far more interest than Swinburne's political lyrics. Mary Stuart and her " four Maries "' are the women of the piece ; Chastelard, her minstrel-lover, and Darnley, the lead- ing men ; Knox, who is to figure so grandly in another and greater work, drifts as a gloomy and portentous shadow across the scene. The poem opens with an exquisitely light French song of the period. A fine romantic flavor, smacking of the " dance and Pro- vencal song," pervades the interludes of the tragedy. The interest centres in the charm wrought by Mary upon Chastelard, although he knows the cruelty of one who toys with him while her ambition suffers him to be put to death. The dungeon-scene, in which he foregoes the Queen's pardon, is very powerful. Swinburne may almost be said to have discovered Mary Stuart. Upon his conception of her character chastelard: 405 he lavishes his strength ; she becomes the historic parallel of the Gothic Venus, loving love rather than her lover, full of passion, full of softness and beauty, full of caprice, vengeance, and deceit. She says of herself : — " Nay, dear, I have No tears in me ; I never shall weep much, I think, in all my life ; I have wept for wrath Sometimes, and for mere pain, but for love's pity I cannot weep at all. I would to God You loved me less ; I give you all I can For all this love of yours, and yet I am sure I shall live out the sorrow of your death And be glad afterwards." Yet this royal Lamia, when with a lover (and she never is without one), is so much passion's slave as to invite risks which certainly will be the death of her favorite, and possibly her own ruin. In depict- ing her as she moves through the historic changes of her life Swinburne has fortunately chosen a theme well suited to him. Mary Beaton, who in secret adores Chastelard, serves as a foil to the Queen, and is an equally resolute character. The execution scene is strongly managed, with thrilling dialogue between this Mary and Mary Carmichael ; at the end room is made for my lord of Bothwell, next the Queen. Though alive with poetry and passion, this play, like " Atalanta," is restrained within artistic bounds. It has less mannerism than we find in most of the au- thor's early style. The chief personages are drawn strongly and distinctly, and the language of the Scot- tish citizens, burgesses, courtiers, etc., is true to the matter and the time. The whole play is intensely emotional, the scenes and dialogue are vigorously conceived, and it must be owned that "Chastelard"} Choice of theme. 4o6 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. "Bothwell," 1874. The author in the front rank of Tnodern dra- tnaiic poets. "BothiveU," an epic in dratnatic form. was a remarkable essay for a poet of Swinburne's age at the date of its production. Nevertheless, youth is .the time to feel, and there- fore for a poet to illustrate, the extreme abandonment of delirious but unselfish passion. The second and greater portion of the Stuart trilogy required a man to write it. Now that almost a decade of creative and somewhat tempestuous experience has strength- ened, calmed, and otherwise perfected Swinburne's faculties, he completes the grand historical poem of Bothwell; a prodigious work in every way, — possibly the longest five-act drama ever written, and, at least, longer than any whose power and interest have not given out before the close. The time has not yet come to determine its place in English literature. But I agree with them who declare that Swinburne, by this massive and heroic composition, has placed himself in the front line of our poets ; that no one can be thought his superior in true dramatic power. The work not only is large, but written in a large manner. It seems deficient in contrasts, especially needing the relief which humor, song and by-play af- ford to a tragic plot. But it is a great historical poem, cast in a dramatic rather than epic form, for the sake of stronger analysis and dialogue. Consid- ered as a dramatic epic, it has no parallel, and is replete with proofs of laborious study and faithful use of the rich materials afforded by the theme. .Ar- tistically speaking, this painstaking has checked the movement ; even so free and ardent a genius is ham- pered by scholarship, on which Jonson prided himself, though imagination served Shakespeare's turn. On the other hand, " Bothwell " is a genuine con- tribution to history. The subject has grown upon 'BOTHWELL. 407 the poet. This section of the trilogy is many times the length of " Chastelard." " Things, now, that bear a weighty and a serious brow " are set before the reader. Great affairs of state hang at poise ; Rizzio, Darnley, Murray, Gordon, Knox, Bothwell, and the Queen are made to live or die in our presence, and the most of them are tangled in a red and desperate coil. Mary's character has hardened ; she has grown more reckless, fuller of evil passion, and now is not only a murderess by implication, but, outraged by the slaughter of Rizzio, becomes a murderess in fact. The sum of her iniquities is recounted by Knox in his preachment to the citizens of Edinburgh. That wonderful harangue seems to me the most sustained and characteristic passage in modern verse ; but even this Mary Stuart, who " washed her feet " in the blood of her lovers, — even she has found her tamer in the brutal and ruthless Bothwell, who towers like a black demon throughout the play. Nevertheless, amid her cruelties and crimes, we discover, from her very self-abandonment to the first really strong man she has met, that her falseness has been the reac- tion of a fine nature warped and degraded by the feeble creatures hitherto imposed upon her. Such love as she had for the beautiful was given to her poet and her musician, to Chastelard and Rizzio; but only the virile and heroic can fully satisfy her own nature and master it for good or evil. Under certain auspices, from her youth up, she might have been a paragon of love, sovereignty, and womanhood. Among the various notable passages in this drama are : the death of Rizzio, the scenes before and after the murder of Darnley, the interviews between Both- well and Mary in Hermitage Casde and elsewhere. The Queen 0/ Scots. Notable pas- sages and scenes. 4o8 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. the populace harangued by Knox ; finally, the clos- ing speech of the Queen to Mary Beaton, whose sinister avowal, " But I will never leave you till you die ! " connects the entire plot with that ominous future, whose story, ever deepening in gloom, has yet to make the trilogy complete. " Bothwell " exhibits no excess but that of length, and no mannerism ; on the contrary, a superb manner, and a ripe, pure, and ma- jestic style. To show the strength, richness, and dramatic variety of Swinburne's mature language, let us take a few extracts from the dialogue of this historical play, with its threescore personages and as many shifting scenes. The first portrays the soldier, Bothwell : — Bothwell. Mary. " Queen. Does your wound pain you ? Bothwell. What, I have a wound ? Queen. How should one love enough, though she gave all, Who had your like to love .'' I pray you tell me, How did you fight .' Bothwell. Why, what were this to tell ? I caught this riever, by some chance of God, • That put his death into mine hand, alone, And charged him ; foot to foot we fought some space. And he fought well ; a gallant knave, God wot, And worth a sword for better soldier's work Than these thieves' brawls; I would have given him life To ride among mine own men here and serve, But he would nought ; so being sore hurt i' the thigh, I pushed upon him suddenly, and clove His crown through to the chin." The second is from the lips of Mary, shut up in Lochleven Castle : — " Queen. Ay, we were fools, we Maries twain, and thought To be into the summer back again 'bothwell: 409 And see the broom blow in the golden world, The gentle broom on hill. For all men's talk And all things come and gone yet, yet I find I am not tired of that I see not here, The sun, and the large air, and the sweet earth, And the hours that hum like fire-flies on the hills As they burn out and die, and the bowed heaven, And the small clouds that swim and swoon i' the sun, And the small flowers." Lastly, a few powerful lines from Knox's terrific indictment of the Queen : — ^'' John Knox Then shall one say, Seeing these men also smitten, as ye now Seeing them that bled before to do her good, God is not mocked ; and ye shall surely know What men were these and what man he that spake The things I speak now prophesying, and said That if ye spare to shed her blood for shame. For fear or pity of her great name or face, God shall require of you the innocent blood Shed for her fair face' sake, and from your hands Wring the price forth of her blood-guiltiness." . . . . " Her reign and end Shall be like Athaliah's, as her birth Was from the womb of Jezebel, that slew The prophets, and made foul with blood and fire The same land's face that now her seed makes foul With whoredoms and with witchcrafts ; yet they say Peace, where is no peace, while the adulterous blood Feeds yet with life and sin the murderous heart That hath brought forth a wonder to the world And to all time a terror ; and this blood The hands are clean that shed, and they that spare In God's just sight spotted aj foul as Cain'%" The exceptions taken against poems of Swinburne's youth will not hold in respect to this fine production. The most serious charge that can be brought is that 18 John Knox, 410 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. Length of this poem. Restraint an element of perfect art. See page i. of its undue length, and as to this the judgments of different readers will be as various as their tempera- ments. " Bothwell " is a work for vigorous minds, and to such it must always seem the bloom of beauty and power. I think it would be fortunate if some new outlet of expression could be made for the dra- matic spirit of our time. Men like Browning and Swinburne do not readily become playwrights ; the stage now requires of a drama that it shall be written in sparkling prose or the lightest of verse, and, of the author, cleverness and ingenuity rather than poetic greatness. It would not injure this writer to shape his work for a direct hearing, to be restricted by the limits of an arbitrary system ; but might have upon these historical tragedies a gracious effect like that which resulted from the antique method applied to his " Atalanta." Ritualism, the bane of less prolific natures, is what such a man need not fear. Ease of circumstances has not made an amateur of this artist and enthusiast ; nevertheless, in his case, the benefits of professional independence are nearly balanced by the ills. V. Taine brings' a great cloud of examples to show that each period shapes the work and fortunes of its authors, but it is equally true that men of genius create new modes, and often determine the nature of periods yet to come. Swinburne may live to see the time and himself in correspondence. To me he seems the foremost of the younger school of British poets. The fact that a man is not yet haloed with the light that comes only when, in death or in hoary age, he HIS GENIUS AND WORKS. 411 recalls to us the past, need not debar him from full recognition. A critic must be quick to estimate the present. For some years, as I have observed the successive efforts of this poet, a feeling of his genius has grown upon me, derived not only from his prom- ise, but from what he actually has done. If he were to write no more, and his past works should be col- lected in a single volume, — although, as in the re- mains of Shelley, we might find little narrative-verse, what a world of melody, and what a wealth of imagi- native song ! It is true that his well-known manner would pervade the book ; we should find no great variety of mood, few studies of visible objects, a meagre reflection of English life as it exists to-day. Yet a subtile observer would perceive how truly he represents his own time, and to a poet this compen- dium would become a lyi-ical hand-book, a treasured exposition of creative and beautiful design. Acknowledging the presence of true genius, minor objections are of small account. A poet may hold himself apart, or from caprice may do things un- w'orthy of his noblest self, but we think of him al- ways as at his best. The gift is not so common ; let us value it while it is here. Let us also do justice to the world, — to the world that, remember- ing its past errors, no longer demands of great wits that they should wholly forego madness. Fifty years ago, and Swinburne, for his eccentricities and dis- dain, might have been an exile like Byron and Shel- ley, or, for his republicanism, imprisoned like Leigh Hunt. We have learned that poets gather from strange experiences what they teach in song. If rank un- wholesome flowers spring from too rich a soil, in the end a single fruitful blossoming will compensate us A mount and richness of the work already ac- complished by this poet. Genius to be measured at its best. 412 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. Application. Retrospec- tive si