CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY GIFT OF Miss A. B. Gregory Cornell University Library PR 591.S81 1887a _».. rouiaed and extended, by Victorian poetSjreviseaw The original of tliis bool< is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924012979765 iSootte; ip JSlr. Stelrman. PROSE AND POETIC WORKS. Including Poems, Victorian Poets, Poets of America, and The Nature and Elements of Poetry. 4 vols, uniform, crown 8vo, gilt top, in box, $7.50. POEMS. New Household Edition. With Portrait and Illustra- tions. i2mo, $1.50; full gilt, $2.00. HAWTHORNE, AND OTHER POEMS. i5mo, S1.25. FAVORITE POEMS. 32mo, 75 cents. VICTORIAN POETS. Revised and enlarged Edition. Crown 8vo, gilt top, $2.25. POETS OF AMERICA. A companion volume to "Victorian Poets." Crown 8vo, gilt top, $2.25. THE NATURE AND ELEMENTS OF POETRY. Crown 8vo, gilt top, Ji.so. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. An Essay. 32mo, 75 cents. HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & COMPANY, Boston and New York. VICTORIAN POETS. VICTORIAN POETS REVISED, AND EXTENDED, BY A SUPPLEMENTARY CHAPTER, TO THE FIFTIETH YEAR OF THE PERIOD UNDER REVIEW EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN AUTHOR OP " POETS OF AMERICA '' ©Kfn^ ^ w ^^^^^^ W ^^m kSt^'^S Mm Mf mtWmmtMtm. BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY 1S93 Pi TR 51 1 S'l CSopyright, 1875 and 1887, By JAMES R. OSGOOD & CO. and HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & Ctt Ail rights reserved, TWENTY-THIRD EDITION. Tkg Riverside Presst Cambridge ^ Mass.y V. S. A. Printed by H. O. Houghton & Company. TO GEORGE RIPLEY, LL.D., WHOSE JUDGMENT, LEARNING, AND PROFESSIONAL DEVOTION HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO THE ADVANCEMENT OP CRITICISM, AND FURNISHED AN ENVIABLE EXAMPLE TO MEN OF LETTERS, 5Cl)tj( Boltxme is Insicnbeb. PREFACE TO THE THIRTEENTH EDITION. (1887.) '' I "HE origin of the book now presented in an enlarged -*- form is given in the Preface to the edition of 1875. While it was an outgrowth, as stated, of a few essays each relating to a single personage, its main value, from the ultimate point of view, consisted first in the statement of what appear to me the true canons of imaginative art, as applied to the office of the poet ; again, in studies of the creative temperament derived from sympathetic examina- tion of its possessors ; and finally, in a record of the pro- gress of song during a noteworthy period, and of phases reflecting the thought, passion, ideality, of the specified country and age. Chapters VII and VIII, in which miscellaneous groups were considered, though written as an afterthought, and not possessing the artistic unity of other chapters, proved especially serviceable in the last-named capacity. My gain in comprehension of the general drift was greater than any fancied loss through deviation from an eclectic literary standard. They completed, moreover, the annals of the period, and gave my book a practical if secondary value as a work of reference. Vi PREFACE TO THE THIRTEENTH EDITION. Whether its early welcome at home and abroad, and the favor still vouchsafed to it, have been due to the quality of my argument, or to the need of such a record, or to both together, it is in view of this encouragement, and of the changes incident to the close of the typical Victorian epoch, that I add the supplemental matter which extends our survey to the present year. This seems the more expedient, because in a later trea- tise. Poets of America, I have applied the same method of criticism, with similar objects in view, to the poets and poetry of my own land. The rise of true poetry here was singularly coincident with that of the Victorian school in Great Britain, and my home -survey applies to the fifty years now ending with the celebration of Her Majesty's prolonged reign. The Victorian Poets, as enlarged, and its companion-volume thus proffer a general view of the poetry of our English tongue for the last half - century. The supplement itself, beyond that portion devoted to the afterwork of veteran leaders, is necessarily compressed and inclusive : in other words, is written upon the plan of Chapters VII and VIII, to discover current tendencies and the outlook, and to enhance the reference-value of the entire work. After a lapse of time which enables me to examine my original chapters almost as if they were the production of another hand, it would be strange if I did not observe cer- tain portions that would be written differently, with later and perhaps riper judgment, if I were to write them now. PREFACE TO THE THIRTEENTH EDITION. vii I see that frequent attention was paid to matters of art and form. Technical structure is of special interest to the young artist or critic. There was a marked and fascinat- ing advance in rhythmical variety and finish during the early influence of Tennyson. I do not regret its discus- sion, since throughout the book persistent stress is also laid upon the higher offices of art as the expression of the soul, and its barrenness without simplicity, earnestness, na- tive impulse, and imaginative power. The American trea- tise, less occupied with technical criticism, and examining its topic in connection with the formation of national senti- ment, enabled me to finish all I desired to say concerning poetry. These books are hopefully addressed to those who will read the two together, and each of them not in frag- ments but as a whole. As to the brief opinions with respect to younger singers, I think that a good deal of what was said has been justi- fied, and in a few cases notably, by their subsequent ca- reers. Examining the more elaborate reviews of other poets, I wish to amend in some degree my early criticism. With the comments upon Landor, Hood, Mrs. Browning, Tennyson, Rossetti, Morris, and Swinburne, I have no serious disagreement. What is said of the last-named four, in the new text, is in keeping with what was first said, and illustrated by an account of their recent works. I confess, however, that the prominence given to Proc- ter seems hardly in accord with the just perspective of a synthetic view. It grew out of the writer's distaste for two characteristics of latter-day verse : on the one viii PREFACE TO THE THIRTEENTH EDITION. hand, the doubt and sadness of that which is the most in- tellectual ; on the other, the artificial tone of that offered by many younger poets, in whom the one thing needful seemed to be the spontaneity so natural to " Barry Gorn- wall." While I thought the first of these characteristics too ex- cessive in the poetry of Arnold, the cultured master of his school, I paid full tribute to the majesty of his epic verse. But I was unjust in a scant appreciation of what is after all his most ideal trait, and his surest warrant as a poet. For this fault I now make reparation in the supplement. One or two errors of fact have been corrected in the original chapter on Browning, our most suggestive, figure at the close of a period which Tennyson dominated in its prime. My feeling with respect to some of this profound writer's idiosyncrasies is still unchanged. Yet in view, of my extended recognition of his matchless insight and re- sources, — and conscious of my own respect for the genius and personality of one to whose works I was guided in youth by kindred that knew and honored him, — it is hard for me to understand that even his uncompromising wor- shippers can discover between the lines of my criticism traces of hostility. The chalpter, however, is defective in one important respect. Drawing a sharp distinction be- tween the histrionic, objective method of the early dram- atists and that of Browning, I did not at once follow it with an incisive statement of the qualities in which his power and effectiveness consist. A praiseworthy reader — by which, as before, I mean one who accepts an essay in its PREFACE TO THE THIRTEENTH EDITION. ix entirety, and does not hang his approval or disapproval upon a single point — can find thes^ qualities plainly set forth in the comments upon Dramatic Lyrics, Men and Women, Pippa Passes, etc. But that there may be no doubt, and to make up for possible shortcomings, I have referred in the supplement at some length to the specific originality and nature of this poet's dramatic genius. Beyond these modifications, I have none with which in this place to trouble the reader, — deprecating, as I do, fin- ical changes in prose or poetry once given to the public, and choosing to let a treatise that has been so leniently judged stand in most respects as it was originally written. A revision and extension has been made of dates, etc., in the marginal notes, and some pains taken to insure correct- ness. The new Analytical Index covers both divisions of the book. My thanks are again due to friends, especially to Messrs. R. H. Stoddard, R. W. Gilder, Brander Mat- thews, George R. Bishop, — and to Mr. William T. Peoples, of the N. Y. Mercantile Library, — for the use of various books which were not already upon my shelves, and which my London agents were unable to procure. E. C. S. New York, July, 1887. PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION. (I87S-) 'T^HE contents of this volume chiefly relate to the -*- design announced at the beginning of the introduc- tory chapter, but I will prefix a brief statement of its scope, and of the principles that underlie its judgment. Although presented as a book of literary and biograph- ical criticism, it also may be termed an historical review of the course of British poetry during the present reign, — if not a minute, at least a compact and logical, survey of the authors and works that mainly demand attention. Having made a study .of the poets who rank as leaders of the recent British choir, a sense of proportion induced rrie to enlarge the result, and to use it as the basis of a guide-book to the metrical literature of the time and country in which those poets have flourished. It seemed to me that, by including a sketch of minor groups and schools, and giving a connection to the whole, I might offer a work that would have practical value for uses of record and reference, in addition to whatever qualities, as an essay in philosophical criticism, it should be found to possess. xiv PREFACE. To this end Chapters VII. and VIII. were written ; side- notes have been affixed throughout the volume, and an analytical index prepared of the whole. There is much dispute among the best authorities with respect to literary and biographical dates, and a few matters of this sort remain open to doubt ; but in many instances, where the persons concerned are still living, I have been successful in obtaining the requisite information at first hand. A reference to the notes and index will show what seems to my own mind, after the completion of these essays, their most conspicuous feature. So many and various qualities are displayed by the poets under review that, in writing of their works and lives, I have expressed incidentally such ideas concerning the aim and constituents of Poetry as I have gathered during my acquaintance with the his- toric body of English verse. Often, moreover, a leading author affords an illustration of some special phase of the poetic art and life. The case of Browning, for example, at once excites discussion as to the nature of poetic expres- sion ; that of Mrs. Browning involves a study of the poetic temperament, its joys and sorrows, its growth, ripeness, and decline. Hood's life was that of a working man of letters ; in Tennyson's productions we observe every aspect of poetry as an art, and the best average representation of the modern time ; while Landor not only affords another study of temperament, but shows the benefits and dangers of culture, of amateurship, and of intellectual versatility as opposed to special gift. In Arnold we find a passion of the PREFACE. intellect, in Procter the pure lyrical faculty, in Buchanan the force and weakness of transcendentalism, in Swinburne the infinite variety of melodious numbers, and the farthest extreme of rhythm and diction reached at this stage of metrical art. Home, Bailey, Lytton, Morris, and Rossetti are each suggestive of important and varying elements which make up the general quality of recent imaginative song. The different forms of poetry — reflective, idyllic, lyric, and dramatic — successively or in combination pass under review, for the modern era has been no less com- posite than refined. If not so eminent for poetic vigor as the impetuous Georgian revival which preceded it, nor characterized by dramatic greatness like that of the early and renowned Elizabethan age, it is in its own way as remarkable as either of those historic times, and on the score of complex and technical achievement full of real significance to the lyric artist and the connoisseur. In pursuing the general subject by an examination of the foremost poets, I have tried to convey a just idea of the career and genius of each, so that any portrait, taken by itself, might seem complete, and distinct from its fellows. In certain cases we are required to observe temperament, — in others, extended lyrical achievements or unusual traits of voice and execution. If my criticism seems more tech- nical than is usual in a work of this kind, it is due, I think, to the fact that the technical refinement of the period has been so marked as to demand full recognition and analysis It is seldom that an earnest reviewer, whether lay or XVI PREFACE. professional, can escape wholly the charge of dogmatism, Doubtless every reader will discover ppints that neithei accord with his judgment, nor seem to him fairly taken ; yet I trust that there will be few who will not elsewhere find reason to consider my work something better than labor thrown away. After all, a critic speaks only for himself, and his opinion must be taken for what it is worth, — as being always open to the broader criticism of those to whom it is submitted. The chapter on the relations of Tennyson and Theocritus, though somewhat in the nature of an excursus, relates to a matter which seems to me of more significance than the obligations of the modern idyllist to the ancient, — namely, the singular likeness of the Victorian period to the Alex- andrian, manifest in both external conditions and poetic results. Let me now say that this book is not the fulfilment of a deliberate plan, but that a peculiar train of thought and incident has led to its completion. There are times when a writer pauses to consider the work produced by his asso- ciates, and the influences by which this has been enlarged or injured. Reviewing the course of American poetry, since it may be said to have had a pathway of its own, I have tried to note the special restrictions and special advantages by which it has been affected. Our men of true poetic genius, although they have produced charming verse of an emotional, lyrical, or descriptive kind, have seemed indisposed or unable to compose many sustained PREFACE. xvn and important works. At first I designed to write of the difficulties which they have experienced, consciously or unconsciously, — some of these pertaining to the youth of the country, and to the fact that, as in the growth of a sister-art, landscape-painting usually must precede the rise of a true figure-school. I might touch upon the lack of inspiring theme and historic halo, of dramatic contrast and material, and of a public that can appreciate the structure, no less than the sweetness and quality, of a noble poem. With various exceptions, there has been a want of just criticism ; and even now a defect with many of the poets themselves is a cloudy understanding of their true mission and of what poetry really is. Beyond the charm of freshness, no great success in verse is attainable without that judicial knowledge of the poet's art which is the equivalent of what is indispensable to the painter, the sculptor, and the musician, in their respective depart- ments. But with regard to the causes of the success and failure of our own poets I easily perceived that some of the most important were not special, but general : belonging to the period, and equally affecting the verse of the motherland. This led me to make a study of a few British poets : first of one, Landor, whose metrical work did not seem, upon the whole, a full expression of his unusual genius ; then of others, notably Tennyson, who more obviously represent the diverse elements of their time. In order to formulate my own ideas of poetry and criticism, it seemed to me Xviii PREFACE. that I could more freely and graciously begin by choosing a foreign paradigm than by entering upon the home-field, and that none could be so good for this purpose as the poetry of Great Britain, — there being none so compre- hensive, and none with which myself and my readers are more familiar. Affection, reverence, national feeling, or some less worthy emotion, may be thought to prevent an American from writing without prejudice of Bryant, Longfellow, Whittier, Lowell, and the rest ; doubtless there are considerations which sometimes render British journal- ists disinclined to review Tennyson and Browning with that indifferent spirit which characterizes their judgment of eminent American poets. Lastly, upon a survey of the last forty years, I saw that what I term the Victorian period is nearly at an end, and that no consecutive and synthetic examination of its schools and leaders had yet been made. This led me to go on and to complete the present work. It follows that these essays are not written upon a theory. The author has no theory of poetry, and no par- ticular school to uphold. I favor a generous eclecticism, or universalism, in Art, enjoying what is good, and believ- ing that, as in Nature, the question is not whether this or that kind be the more excellent, but whether a work is excellent of its kind. Certain qualities, however, distin- guish what is fine and lasting. The principles upon which I rely may be out of fashion just now, and not readily accepted. They are founded, nevertheless, in the Miltonic PREFACE. xix canon of poetry, from which simplicity no more can be excluded than sensuousness and passion. The spirit of criticism is intellectual ; that of poetry (although our curi- ously reasoning generation often has forgotten it) is nor- mally the offspring of emotion, — secondly, it may be, of thought. I find that the qualities upon which I have laid most stress, and which at once have opened the way to commendation, are simplicity and freshness, in work of all kinds ; and, as the basis of persistent growth, and of greatness in a masterpiece, simplicity and spontaneity, refined by art, exalted by imagination, and sustained by intellectual power. Simplicity does not imply poverty of thought, — there is a strong simplicity belonging to an intellectual age ; a clearness of thought and diction, nat- ural to true poets, — whose genius is apt to be in direct ratio with their possession of this faculty, and inversely as their tendency to cloudiness, confusion of imagery, obscu- rity, or "hardness" of style. It may almost be said that everything really great is marked by simplicity. The poet's office is to reveal plainly the most delicate phases of wisdom, passion, and beauty. Even in the world of the ideal we must have clear imagination and language : the more life-like the dream, the longer it will be remem- bered. The traits, therefore, which I have deprecated earnestly are in the first place obscurity and hardness, and these either natural, — implying defective voice and insight, or affected, — implying conceit and poor judgment; and sec- XX PREFACE. ondly that excess of elaborate ornament, which places decoration above construction, until the sense of origi- nality is lost — if, indeed, it ever has existed. Both ob- scurity and super-ornamentation are used insensibly to disguise the lack of imagination, just as a weak and florid singer hides with trills and flourishes his inability to strike a simple, pure note, or to change without a slid- ing scale. But among true poets of the recent schools some have gone to the other extreme, putting the thought too far above the art, and have neglected melody and finish alto- gether, as if despising accomplishments now so widely diffused. This also is a fault common in an advanced period, especially in one eminent for speculative and meta- physical research. I have not overlooked this heresy, although steadfastly opposing meretricious efforts to attract notice by grotesque, fantastic, and other artificial means. If such methods prevail in an over-ripe country they should not in our own, and I point to them as errors which American poetry, as it gathers strength, should be able easily to avoid. And thus seeing how poorly charlatanism and effrontery can make up for patient, humble endeavor and experience in art, we must discern and revere, on the other hand, those gifts of inspiration which endow the born poet, and without which no amount of toil and learn- ing can insure the favor of the Muses. As to the latter requirements, the instinct of the world, that would not recognize Bulwer and still pays tribute to Burns, is almost PREFACE. XX i unerring ; as to the former, it often is for a while deceived ; so I have found occasion to write of dilettanteism, lack of apprenticeship, and of the assumption of those who would clutch the laurel " with a single bound." Finally, the intel- lectual activity of our time constantly demands a reviewer's notice ; and passion, rare in an idyllic period, must be sought out and welcomed at every visible turn. The spirit of the following chapters has now been in- dicated. I have made few quotations, depending on the reader's means of acquaintance with the poetry of his time. In treating the abstract portion of my subject, where some generalization has seemed requisite, I have tried to state my meaning in brief and open terms. Much originality is not claimed for either manner or thought. My effort simply has been to illustrate, through analysis of the careers of various poets, what already is widely understood among philosophical critics. No single sketch has been colored to suit the author's ideas, but each poet has been judged upon his own merits ; yet I think the general effect to be as stated. I trust that it may not prove a wholly thankless ofiSce, since it certainly is not one frequently undertaken, to write a purely critical volume, exclusively devoted to the litera- ture of another land. Criticism, like science, latterly has found a more interested public than of old. The catholic reviewer will not shut his eyes to the value of new modes, but even that conventional criticism, which holds to ac- cepted canons, has its use as a counterpoise to license xxii PREFACE. and bewilderment. As to the choice of field: — while I would not reassert in behalf of any verdict, least of all in behalf of my own, that " a foreign nation is a kind cf con- temporaneous posterity," it yet may be true that from this distance a reviewer can advantageously observe the general aspect of British poetry, whatever minor details may escape his eye. In concluding this work, I wish to acknowledge my obligations to friends who have assisted me in its revis- ion : — to Professor Roswell D. Hitchcock, D. D., for val- uable hints concerning recent hymnology ; to Mr. Richard H. Stoddard, for access to his choice collection of English verse ; to Messrs. William J. Linton and George P. Philes, for important data relating to the recent minor poets; and especially to Mr. Robert U. Johnson, of New York, and Mr. Henry H. Clark, of Cambridge, for careful and unstinted aid, at a time when, from prolonged illness, it was impossible for me to verify the statistical portion of my volume, or even to revise the proof-sheets as they came from the press. E. C. S. New York, July, 1875. CONTENTS -♦- CHAPTER I. Page The Period i CHAPTER II. Walter Savage Landor 33 CHAPTER III. Thomas Hood. — Matthew Arnold. — Bryan Waller Procter . 72 CHAPTER IV. Elizabeth Barrett Browning 114 CHAPTER V. Alfred Tennyson 150 CHAPTER VI. Tennyson and Theocritus 201 CHAPTER VII. The General Choir 234 CHAPTER VIII. The Subject continued 262 XXIV CONTENTS. CHAPTER IX. Robert Browning 293 CHAPTER X. Latter-Day Singers: Robert Buchanan. — Dante Gabriel Rossetti. — William Morris 342 CHAPTER XI. Latter-Day Singers: Algernon Charles Swinburne 379 Twelve Years Later: A Supplementary Review . . .415 INDEX ............ ^5 VICTORIAN POETS. VICTORIAN POETS. CHAPTER I. THE PERIOD. I. THE main purpose of this book is to examine the lives and productions of such British poets as have gained reputation within the last forty years. Incidentally, I hope to derive from the body of their verse, — so various in form and thought, — and from the record of their different experiences, correct ideas in respect to the aim and province of the art of Poetr}', and not a few striking illustrations of the poetic life. In reviewing the works and careers of these singers, especially of the large number that may be classed as minor poets, we naturally shall be reminded of a pro- cess to which M. Taine has made emphatic reference in a history of previous English literature, and in his analysis of the one poet selected by him to represent the quality of recent song. This process is the insen- sible moulding of an author's life, genius, manner of expression, by the conditions of race, circumstance, and period, in which he is seen to be involved. But on the other hand, and chiefly in our recognition of the few master-spirits whose names, by common and just agreement, hold the first places upon the list under review, we shall observe with equal certainty that great Design of the present •work. Taine* s the- ory: thai an author is f^overned by his period. Genius^ however, is largely in- dependent oj pla£e or time. THE PERIOD. Illusiraiion qfthe/onner statefnent ; and of the exceptions which C071- firm and rnodi/y it. Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica " : pp. 3) 12* poets overcome all restrictions, create their own styles, and even may determine the lyrical character of a period, or indicate that of one which is to succeed them. Among authors of less repute we therefore shall find more than one rare and attractive poet hampered by lack of fortune and opportunity, or by a failure to har- monize his genius with the spirit of his time. For ex- ample, several persons having the true dramatic feeling arose, but cannot be said to have flourished, during or just before the early portion of the era, and were over- borne by the reflective, idyllic fashion which then began to prevail in English verse. These isolated singers — Taylor, Darley, Beddoes, Home, and others like them — never exhibited the full measure of their natural gifts. The time was out of keeping; and why? Because it followed the lead, and listened to the more courageous voices of still greater poets, who introduced and kept in vogue a mode of feeling and expression to which the dramatic method is wholly antagonistic. These suc- cessful leaders, no less sensitive than their rivals to the feeble and affected mood which poetry then had assumed, and equally familiar with the choicest models of every age and literature, were more wise in select- ing the ground upon which the expression of their own genius and the tendencies of the period could be brought together. They persisted in their art, gathered new audiences, and fulfilled the mission for which they were endowed with voice, imagination, and the poet's creative desire. This surer instinct, this energy' and success, this utterance lifted above opposing voices, are what have distinguished poets like Tennyson, the Brownings, Rossetti, Swinburne, from less fortunate aspirants whose memory is cherished tenderly by our CULTURE AND SPONTANEITY. united guild, but who failed to reach the popular heart or to make a significant impression upon the literature of their own time. It is an open question, however, whether a poet need be conscious of the existence and bearing of the laws and conditions under which he produces his work. It may be a curb and detriment to his genius that he should trouble himself about them in the least. But this rests upon the character of his intellect and includes a further question of the effects of culture. Just here there is a difference between poetry and the cognate arts of expression, since the former has some- what less to do with material processes and effects. The freedom of the minor sculptor's, painter's, or com- poser's genius is not checked, while its scope and pre- cision are increased, by knowledge of the rules of his calling, and of their application in different regions and times. But in the case of the minor poet, excessive culture, and wide acquaintance with methods and mas- terpieces, often destroy spontaneity. They shut in the voice upon itself, and overpower and bewilder the singer, who forgets to utter his native, characteris- tic melody, awed by the chorus and symphony of the world's great songs. Full-throated, happy minstrels, like Beranger or Burns, need no knowledge of thorough- bass and the historical range of composition. Their expression is the carol of the child, the warble of the skylark scattering music at his own sweet will. Never- theless, there is no strong imagination without vigorous intellect, and to its penetrative and reasoning faculty there comes a time when the laws which it has instinc- tively followed must be apparent ; and, later still, it cannot blind itself to the favoring or adverse in- fluences of period and place. Should these forces be Diverse ef- fects of cul- ture upon spontaneity. Cp. " Poets of A mer- ica^^ : pp. 109, I3S, 320, 342. THE PERIOD. The critic's province. Cp.'-'- Poets o/ Atner- zca" : pp. 26, 323. Aspects of the time un- der revie'w. restrictive, their baffling effect will teach the poet to recognize and deplore them, and to endeavor, though with wind and tide against him, to make his progress noble and enduring. In regard to the province of the critic there can, however, be no question. It is at once seen to be twofold. He must recognize and broadly observe the local, temporal, and generic conditions under which poetry is composed, or fail to render adequate judg- ment upon the genius of the composer. Yet there always are casts in which poetry fairly rises above the idealism of its day. The philosophical critic, then, in estimating the importance of an epoch, also must pay full consideration to the messages that it has received from poets of the higher rank, and must take into account the sovereign nature of a gift so independent and spontaneous that from ancient times men have united in looking upon it as a form of inspiration. As we trace the course of British poetry, — from a point somewhat earlier than the beginning of the pres- ent reign, down to the close of the third quarter of our century, — we observe that at the outset of this period the sentiment of the Byronic school had de- generated into sentimentalism, while for its passion there had been substituted the calm of reverie and in- trospective thought. Two kinds of verse were marked by growing excellence. The first was that of an art- school, taking its models from old English poetry and from the delicate classicism of Landor and Keats ; the second was of a didactic, yet elevated nature, and had the imaginative strain of Wordsworth for its loftiest exemplar. We see these two combining in that idyllic method which, upon the whole, has distinguished the recent time, and has maintained an atmosphere un- SUCCESSIVE POETIC PHASES. favorable to the revival of high passion and dramatic power. Nevertheless, and lastly, we observe that a new dramatic and lyric school has arisen under this adverse influence and brought its methods into vogue, obtain- ing the favor of a new generation, and therewith round- ing to completion the poetic cycle which I have under- taken to review. The evolution of the art-school, partly from classicism, partly from a renewal of early and natural English feel- ing, may be illustrated by a study of the life and relics of Landor : first, because Landor, while an intellectual poet, was among the most perfect of those who have excelled in the expression of objective beauty ; again, because, although contemporary with Keats, his career was prolonged into the second half of our era, and thus was a portion of its origin, progress, and matu- rity. Throughout this time, as in other eras, various phases of metrical art have been displayed by authors who have maintained their independence of the domi- nant mode. Mrs. Browning wins our attention, as the first of woman-poets, endowed with the rarest order of that subjective faculty which is the special attribute of feminine genius. Hood, Arnold, and Procter may be selected as prominent representatives of the several kind's of feeling and rhythmical utterance that are no- ticeable in their verse. Elsewhere, as we look around, we soon begin to discover the influence of the emi- nent founder and master of the composite school. The method of Tennyson may be termed composite or idyl- lic : the former, as a process that embraces every variety of rhythm and technical effect ; the latter, as essentially descriptive, and resorting to external por- traiture instead of to those means by which characters are made unconsciously to depict themselves. Other- Names •which illus- trate succes- sive poetic phases. Outline of a projtosed critical sur- vey. THE PERIOD. ■wise, it is suggestive rather than plain-spoken, and greatly relies upon surrounding accessories for the fuller conveyance of its subtle thought. After some comparison of the laureate with the father of Greek idyllic verse, — pointing out, meanwhile, the significant likeness between the Alexandrian and Victorian eras, — I shall give attention to a number of those minor poets, from whose diverse yet blended rays we can most readily derive a general estimate of the time and its poetic tendency. These may be partially assorted in groups depending upon specific feeling or style ; but doubtless many single lights will be found scat- tered between such constellations, and each shining with his separate lustre and position. Finally, in re- counting the growth of the new dramatic and ro- mantic schools, under the leadership of Browning and Rossetti, we shall find their characteristics united in the verse of Swinburne, — in some respects the most notable of the poets who now, in the prime of their creative faculties, strive to maintain the historic beauty and eminence of England's song. Before entering upon a citation of the poets them- selves, I wish to make what reference may be needful to the conditions of the period. Let us see wherein it has been marked by transition, how far it has been critical and didactic, to what extent poetical and crea- tive. A moment's reflection will convince us that it has witnessed a change in the conditions bearing upon art, as important and radical as those changes, more quickly recognized, that have affected the whole tone of social order and philosophic thought. Our rhyth- mical expression originated in phenomenal language and imagery, an inheritance from the past ; modem poetry has struggled painfully, even heroically, to cast POETRY AND SCIENCE. this off and adjust itself to a new revelation of the truth of things. The struggle is not yet ended, but con- tinues, — and will continue, until the relations between imagination and knowledge shall be fairly harmonized upon a basis that will inure to the common glory of these twin servitors of every beautiful art. II. It follows that, in any discussion of the recent era, the scientific movement which has engrossed men's thoughts, and so radically affected their spiritual and material lives, assumes an importance equal to that of all other forces combined. The time has been marked by a stress of scientific iconoclasm. Its bearing upon theology was long since perceived, and the so-called conflict of Science with Religion is now at full height. Its bearing upon poetry, through antagonism to the traditional basis of poetic diction, imagery, and thought, has been less distinctly stated. The stress has been vaguely felt by the poets themselves, but they are not given to formulating their sensations in the polemical manner of those trained' logicians, the churchmen, — and the attitude of the latter has so occupied our re- gard that few have paused to consider the real cause of the technical excellence and spiritual barrenness common in the modern arts of letters and design. Yet it is impossible, when we once set about it, to look over the field of late English verse, and not to see a question of the relations between Poetry and Science pressing for consideration at every turn and outpost. Scientific iconoclasm is here mentioned simply as an existing force : not as one to be deplored, for I have Modern iconoclasm. The rela- tions be- iweenPoetry and Science. THE PERIOD. No inherent antagonism. A n early sonnet by E. A. Pae. faith that it will in the end lead to new and fairer manifestations of the immortal Muse. However irre- pressible the conflict between accepted theologies and the spirit of investigation, however numerous the tra- ditions of faith that yield to the advances of knowledge, there is no such inherent antagonism between science and poetry. In fact, the new light of truth is no more at war with religious aspiration than with poetic feel- ing, but in either case with the ancient fables and follies of expression which these sentiments respec- tively have cherished. A sense of this hostility has oppressed, I say, the singers clinging to forms of beauty, which long remain the dearest, because loved the first. Their early instinct of resistance is manifest in the following sonnet by a poet who saw only the beginning of the new dispensation : — " Science ! true daughter of old Time thou art, Who alterestall things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities .' How should he love thee ? or how deem thee wise. Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing ? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car, And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star ? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind-tree ? " Had this youth lived to the present hour, he would begin, I think, to discern that Poetry herself is strug- gling to be free from the old and to enter upon the new, to cast off a weight of precedent and phenom- enal imagery and avail herself of the more profound METHOD OF THE POET. suggestion and more resplendent beauty of discovered truth ; and he would not forbid her to light the flames of her imagination at the torch which Science carries with a strong and forward-beckoning hand. \\ hile, therefore, there can be no irreconcilable war- fare between poetry and science, we discover that a temporary struggle is under way, and has seriously embarrassed the poets of the era. Let us observe the operation of this contest, or, rather, of this enforced transition to the method of the future. There are two ways of regarding natural objects : first, as they appear to the bodily eye and to the normal, untutored imagination ; second, as we know they actually are, ^ — -having sought out the truth of their phenomena, the laws which underlie their beauty or repulsiveness. The former, purely empirical, hith- erto has been the simple and poetic function of art; the latter is that of reason, scientifically and radically informed. The one is Homeric, the other Baconian. Up to Coleridge's time, therefore, his definition of poetry, that it is the antithesis of science, though not complete, was true as far as it extended. Let us see how the ideals of an imaginative, primitive race, differ from those of the children of knowledge, who make up our later generations. The most familiar example will be found the best. Look at the antique spirit as partially revived by a painter of the seventeenth century. The Aurora fresco in the Rospigliosi palace expresses the manner in which it once was perfectly natural to observe the perpetual, splendid phenomena of breaking day. Sun- rise was the instant presence of joyous, effulgent deity. A pagan saw the morning as Guido has painted it. The Sun-God in very truth was urging on his fiery- A temporary conflict. The poetic and rational methods ex- ajnined and compared. I. The po- etic, or phe- no»ze?tal mode. lO THE PERIOD. The antique spirit. The vtedicB- val spirit. footed steeds. The clouds were his pathway; the early morning Hour was scattering in advance flow- ers of infinite prismatic hues, and her blooming, radiant sisters were floating in air around Apollo's chariot ; the earth was roseate with celestial light ; the blue sea laughed beyond. Swiftly ascending Heaven's archway the retinue swept on ; all was real, exuberant life and gladness ; the gods were thus in waiting upon humanity, and men were the progeny of the gods. The elements of the Hellenic idealism, so often cited, are readily understood. It appeared in the blithesome imagery of a race that felt the pulses of youth, with no dogmas of the past to thicken its current and few ana- lytical speculations to perturb it. Youth, health, and simplicity of life brought men to accept and inform after their own longings the outward phenomena of natural things. Heaven lies about us in our infancy. I refer to the antique feeling (as I might to that of the pastoral Hebraic age), not as to the exponent of a period superior to our own, or comparable with it in knowledge, comfort, grasp of all that enhances the average of human welfare, but as that of a poetical era, charged with what has ever, until now, made the excellence of such times, — an era when gifted poets would find themselves in an atmosphere favoring the production of elevated poetry, and of poetry especially among the forms of art, since this has seemed more independent of aid from material science than the rest. But there are other types of the poetical age. Pass from the simple and harmonious ideals of classicism to the romantic Gothic era, whose genius was con- glomerate of old and new, and the myths of many ages and countries, but still fancy-free, or subject only to a pretended science as crude and wanton as the REALISM OF THE PRESENT TIME. II fancy itself ; whose imagination was excited by chival- rous codes of honor, brave achievement, and the recur- rent chances and marvels of new discovery. Such, for example, the Elizabethan period of our own literature ; such the great Italian period from which it drew its forms. There was a certain largeness of mechanical achievement, and a mass of theological inquiry, in the time of Dante, Boccaccio, and Petrarch, and in that of Tasso and Ariosto, but all subject to the influence of superstition and romance. The world was only half discovered ; men's fancy was constantly on the alert; nothing commonplace held the mind; even the lives and ventures of merchants had a wealth of mystery, strangeness, and speculation about them, which might well make an Antonio and a Sebastian the personages of Shakespeare's and Fletcher's plays. Each part of the globe was a phantasmal or fairy land to the inhabitants of other parts. A traveller was a marked man. Somewhere in Asia was the Great Khan ; later, in America, were cities of Manoa paved with gold. Nothing was extraordinary, or, rather, everything was so. The people fed on the material of poetry, and wove laurel-wreaths for those who made their song. Our own time, so eminently scientific, so devoted to investigation of universal truth, has found such wonders in the laws of force and matter, that the poetic bearing of their phenomena has seemed of transient worth; enjoyment and excitation of the intellect through the acquisition of knowledge are valued more and more. Thinkers become unduly impressed with the relative unimportance of man and his conceptions. Our first knowledge of the amazing revelations of astronomy — which I take as a most impressive type of the cognate The modem spirit. 12 THE PERIOD. The realis' tic tenden- cies of the present time. sciences — tends to repress self-assertion, and to make one content with accepting quietly his little share of life and action. In earlier eras of this kind, discov- ery and invention occupied men's minds until, fully satiated, they longed for mental rest and a return to a play of heart and fancy. Too much wisdom seemed folly indeed ; dance and song and pastoral romance resumed their sway ; the harpers harped anew, and from the truer life and knowledge scientifically gained broke forth new blossoms of poetic art. But our own period has no exact prototype. It is advanced in civilization ; but the time of Pericles, though also exhibiting a modern refinement, was one of scientific ignorance. There was, as we have seen, a mediaeval spirit of scientific inquiry, but almost wholly guided by superstition. Even nature's laws were compelled to bow to church fanaticism ; experiments were looked upon with distrust, or conducted in secrecy; and po- etry, at least in respect to its cherished language and ideals, had no occasion to take alarm. But in the nineteenth century, science, freedom of thought, refinement, and material progress have moved along together. The modern student often has been so narrowed by his investigations as to be more unjust to the poet than the latter was of old to the philoso- pher. Art has seemed mere pastime and amusement, as once it seemed the devil's frippery and seduction to the ascetic soul of the Puritan, aglow with the gloomy or rapturous mysteries of his theology. Also by the multitude whom the practical results of science at last have thoroughly won over, — and who now are impelled by more than Roman ambition to girdle the earth with engineering and conquer the elements them- selves, — ■ neither the songsters nor the metaphysicians, HUXLEY ON EDUCATION. 13 but the physical investigators and men of action, are held to be the world's great rnen. The Da Lesseps, Fields, Barings, and Vanderbilts, no less than Lyell, Darwin, and Agassiz, wear the bay-leaves of to-day. Religion and theology, also, are subjected to analysis and the universal tests, and at last the divine and the poet, traditionally at loggerheads, have a common bond of suffering, — a union of toleration or half -disguised contempt. Eating together at the side-tables, neither is adequately consoled by reflecting that the other is no more to be envied than himself. The poet's hold upon the youthful mind and sentimental popular emotion has also measurably relaxed ; for a learned professor, who has spoken of poetic expression as " sensual caterwauling," and possibly regards the gratification of the aesthetic perceptions as of little worth, grossly un- derrated his position when he said that, " at present, education is almost entirely devoted to the cultivation of the power of expression and of the sense of literary beauty." The truth is that our school-girls and spin- sters wander down the lanes with Darwin, Huxley, and Spencer under their arms ; or if they carry Tennyson, Longfellow, and Morris, read them in the light of spectrum analysis, or test them by the economics of Mill and Bain. The very tendency of modern poetry to wreak its thoughts upon expression, of which Huxley so complains, naturally follows the iconoclastic over- throw of its cherished ideals, confining it to skilful utilization of the laws of form and melody. Ay, even the poets, with their intensely sympathetic natures, have caught the spirit of the age, and pronounce the verdict against themselves. One of them envies his early comrade, who forsook art to follow learning, , and thus in age addresses him : — Theology. Huxley on " Scientific Education*^: ^^ Appleton^ yournal,^' Aug. 14, 1869. 14 THE PERIOD. IVhiUier's dedication of ^* Miriam " to President Barnard- Surrender of the poets. " Alike we loved The muses' haunts, and all our fancies moved To measures of old song. How since that day Our feet have parted from the path that lay So fail- before us ! Rich, from life-long search Of truth, within thy Academic porch Thou sittest now, lord of a realm of fact, Thy servitors the sciences exact ; Still listening, with thy hand on Nature's keys, To hear the Samian's spheral harmonies And rhythm of law And if perchance too late I linger where The flowers have ceased to blow, and trees are bare. Thou, wiser in thy choice, will scarcely blame The friend who shields his folly with thy name." The more intellectual will confess to you that they weary less of a new essay by Proctor or Tyndall than of the latest admirable poem ; that, overpowered in the brilliant presence of scientific discovery, their own conceptions seem less dazzling. A thirst for more facts grows upon them ; they throw aside their lyres and renew the fascinating study, forgetful that the inspiration of Plato, Shakespeare, and other poets of old, often foreshadowed the glory of these revelations, and neglecting to chant in turn the transcendent pos- sibilities of eras yet to come. Science, the modem Circe, beguiles them from their voyage to the Hesperi- des, and transforms them into her voiceless devotees. Every period, however original and creative, has a transitional aspect in its relation to the years before and after. In scientific iconoclasm, then, we have the most important of the symptoms which mark the recent era as a transition period, and presently shall observe features in the structure and composition of its po- etry which justify us in thus ranking it. The Victorian METHOD OF THE PHILOSOPHER. IS poets have flourished in an equatorial region of com- mon-sense and demonstrable knowledge. Thought has outlived its childhood, yet has not reached a growth from which experience and reason lead to visions more radiant than the early intuitions. The zone of youthful fancy, excited by unquestioning acceptance of outward phenomena, is now well passed ; the zone of cultured imagination is still beyond us. At present, skepticism, analysis, scientific conquest, realism, scorn- ful unrest. Apollo has left the heavens. The modern child knows more than the sage of antiquity. To us the Sun is a material, flaming orb, around which revolves this dark, inferior planet, obedient to central and centrifugal forces. We know that no celes- tial flowers bestrew his apparent pathway ; that all this iridescence is but the refraction of white light through the mists of the upper skies. Let me in advance dis- avow regret for the present, or desire to recall the past : I simply recognize a condition which was in- evitable and in the order of growth to better things. " Much of what we call sublime," said Landor, " is only, the residue of infancy, and the worst of it." cannot disbelieve the words of a latter-day writer, that, "so far from being unfriendly to the poetic imagina tion, science will breathe into it a higher exaltation.' In my chapter on Tennyson I shall have occasion to cite the language of Wordsworth, who, with prophetic vision, depicted an era when the poet and the man of science shall find their missions harmonious and united. But the change is none the less severe, and the period has been indeed trying for the votaries of song True, that already, in our glimmerings of the source and motion of the " offspring of Heaven first- born," in our partial knowledge of the meaning of 2. Thera^ tio7tal, or scientific mode. Words- ivorih^s Preface to the second edition of his Joctns- i6 THE PERIOD. Einharrass- ment of the idealists. appearances, we can use this meaning for the lan- guage and basis of poetical works ; but recent poets have had to contend with the fact that, while men are instructed out of the early phenomenal faith, their recognition of scientific truth has not yet become that second nature which can replace it. The poet of to- day, burdened with his new wisdom, represents the contemporary treatment when he says, — " There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound " ; but it is by a prosaic effort that he recalls a fact at variance with the impression of his own childhood, sub- duing his fancy to his judgment and to the soirit of the time. Let myths go by, and it still remain^, that every child is a natural Ptolemaist, who must be educated to the Copernican system, and his untutored notions gen- erally are -as far from the truth with regard to other physical phenomena. The characteristics of the middle portion of the nineteenth century have been so perplexing, that it is but natural the elder generation among us should ex- claim, "Where is it now, the glory and the dream?" While other arts must change and change, the pure office of poetry is ever to idealize and prophesy of the unknown ; and its lovers, forgetting that Nature is lim- itless in her works and transitions, mourn that — so much having been discovered, robbed of its glamour, and reduced to prosaic fact — the poet's ancient office is at last put by. Let them take fresh heart, recalling the Master's avowal that Nature's "book of secrecy'^ is infinite ; let them note what spiritual and materia! spheres are yet untrod ; rejoicing over the past rather than hopeless of future achievement, let them examine THE LAW OF PROGRESS. 17 with me the disenchanting process which has made their own time a turbulent, unrestful interval of tran- sition from that which was to that which shall be ; a time when, more than his perpetual wont, the poet looks "before and after, and pines for what is not." As in chemical physics, first sublimation, then crys- tallization, then the sure and firm-set earth beneath our feet; so in human progress, first the ethereal fan- tasy of the poet, then discovery by experience and induction, bringing us to what is deemed scientific, prosaic knowledge of objects and their laws. Thus in the earlier periods, when poets composed empirically, the rarest minds welcomed and honored their produc- tions in the same spirit. But now, if they work in this way, as many are still fain, it must be for the tender heart of women and the delight of youths, since the fitter audience of thinkers, the most elevated and eager spirits, no longer find sustenance in such empty magician's food. With regard to the so il of men and things, they still give rein to fancy and empiricism, for that is still unknown. Hence the new phases of psychical poetry, which formerly repelled the healthy- minded by its morbid cast. But touching' material phe- nomena they no longer accept, even for its beauty, the language of myth and tradition ; they know better ; the glory rnay remain, but verily the dream has passed away. A skeptical period may call forth heroic elements of self-devotion ; criticism is endured and even courted, and the vulnerable point of an inherited faith is surely found. Earnest minds sadly but manfully give up their ancestral traditions, and refuse to seek repose in any I creed that cannot undergo the extreme test. But an I age of distrust, however stoical and brave, rarely has Progress^ and its law. Features of an investi- gating pe- riod. i8 THE PERIOD. been favorable to high and creative art. Great pro- ductions usually have been adjusted to the formulas of some national or world-wide faith, and its common atmosphere pervades them. The Iliad is subject to the Hellenic mythology, whose gods and heroes are its projectors and sustainers. The Divine Comedy, Paradise Lost, the most imaginative poems, the great- est dramas, — each, as it comes to mind, seems, like the most renowned and glorious paintings, to have been the product of an age of faith, however sharply minor sects may have contended within the limits of the general belief. The want of such a belief often has led to undue realism, or to inertness on the part of the best intellects, and in many other ways has checked the creative impulse, the joyous ardor of the visionary and poet. To make another statement of the old position of art in relation to knowledge, we may say that until a recent date the imagination, paradoxical as it may seem, has been most heightened and sustained by the contemplation of natural objects, rather as they seem to be than as we know they are. For to the pure and absorbed spirit it is the ideal only that seems real; as a lover adores the image and simulacrum of his mistress, pictured to his inner consciousness, more than the very self and substance of her being. Thus Keats, the English apprentice, surrounded himself with all Olympus's hierarchy, and breathed the freshness oi Thessalian forest-winds. But for an instance of per- fect substitution of the seeming for the true, commend me to the passion and rhapsody of Heine, who on the last days of his outdoor life, blind to the loving sym- pathy of the actual men and women around him, falls smitten and helpless at the feet of the Venus of Miloi AN APPROACHING HARMONY. 19 his loved ideal beauty, sees her looking upon him with divine pity and yearning, and hears her words, spoken only for his ear, " Dost thou not see that I have no arras, and therefore cannot help thee ? " The knowl- edge of unreality was present to his reason, but the high poetic soul disdained it, and received such con- solation as only poets know. So also Blake, that sublime visionary, tells us : "I assert for myself that I do not behold the outward creation, and that to me it is hindrance and not action. ' What ! ' it will be questioned, 'when the sun rises, do you not see a disk of fire, somewhat like a guinea ? ' ' O no, no ! I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host, crying, " Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty ! " I question not my corporeal eye, any more than I would question a window concerning a sight. I look through it, and not with it.' " There are passages in modern poetry that seem to forebode the approaching harmony of Poetry and Sci- ence ; the essays of Tyndall and Spencer are, the question of form left out, poems in themselves ; and there are both philosophers and poets who feel that no absolute antagonism can exist between them. Dr. Adolphe Wurtz, in a paper before the French Associa- tion, declared that the mission of science is to struggle against the unknown, while in letters it is enough to give an expression, and in art a body, to the concep- tions of the mind or the beauties of nature. To this we may add' that science kindles the imagination with the new conceptions and new beauties which it has wrested fiom the unknown, and thus becomes the ally of poetry. The latter, in turn, is often the herald of science, through what is termed the intuition of the Doet. Whether by means of some occult revelation, Approach- ing har- mony of Poetry and Science. A ddress on " The Pro- gress of Chemistry" at Lille, Aug. 20, 1874- 20 THE PERIOD. Cp. " Poets of Anter- ica " ." pp. or by a feminine process of quick reasoning that ap- proaches instinct, or, again, by his riubtile power to " see^nto the life of things,'' the poet foretokens the discoveries of the man of science in the material world and concerning the laws of mind and being. A mod- ern philosopher goes back to Lucretius for the basis of the latest theory of matter. Before the general ac- knowledgment of the vibratory transmission of. light, and of the doctrine of the correlation of forces, Goethe made Mephistopheles avow that " Light, howe'er it weaves, Still, fettered, unto bodies cleaves : It flows from bodies, bodies beautifies ; By bodies is its course impeded." In " Death's Jest-Book," that weird tragedy composed by a poet who preceded Darwin, we find the idea of evolution carried to its full extreme : — " I have a bit of Fiat in my soul, And can myself create my little world. Had I been born a four-legged child, methinks I might have found the steps from dog to man. And crept into his nature." The speaker then hints at the development of mind from inert matter, through the crystal, through the organic plant, and so on through successive grades of animal life culminating with the intellectual man. Even then he adds, — " Have patience but a little, and keep still, I '11 find means, by and by, of flying higher." Beddoes, it is true, was a learned investigator, and so was Goethe. But such poets, observing the merest germs of scientific discovery, foresee their ultimate possibilities, and thus suggest and anticipate the empirical confirmation of their truth. Finally, the BOTH TRANSITIONAL AND CREATIVE. 21 poet must always have a separate and independent province, for the spirit of Nature is best revealed by an expression of her phenomena and not by analysis of her processes. Visible beauty exalts our emotions far more than a dissection of the wondrous and intricate system beneath it. The sight of a star or of a flower, or the story of a single noble action, touches our humanity more nearly than the greatest discovery or invention, and does the soul more good. Poetry will not be able to fully avail herself of the aid of Science, until her votaries shall cease to be dazed by the possession of a new sense. Our horizon is now so extended that a thousand novel and sublime objects confuse us : we still have to become wonted to their aspects, proportions, distances, and relations to one another. We are placed suddenly, as it were, in a foreign world, whose spiritual significance is but dimly understood. At last a clearer vision and riper faith «fill come to us, and with them a fresh inspiration, expressing itself in new symbols, new imagery and beauty, suggested by the fuller truth. Awaiting this, it is our present office to see in what manner the quality of the intervening period has been impressed upon the living pages of its written song. III. While in one sense the recent era, and with more point than usual, may be called a transition period, it s found to possess, in no less degree than eras that have witnessed smaller changes, a character and his- tory of its own. Such a period may be negative, or composite, in the value of its art-productions. The dreary interval between the times of Milton and Cow- The poet in undisturbed possession of one domain. A complete understaTtd- ing not yet possible. Cp. " Poets of A jner- ica " : pp. 26, 27. The recent period both transitional and crea- tive. 22 THE PERIOD. The period iransil tonal in thought and/eeling ; creative, chiefiy in style aTid ftrrtn. Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica " .' pp. 459, 460. per was of the former non-creative type. An eclipse of imagination prevailed and seemed to chill and be- numb the poets. They tried to plod along in the well- worn paths, but, like men with bandaged eyes, went astray without perceiving it. Substituting pedantry for emotion, and still harping on the old myths, they reduced them to vapid, artificial unreality, not having the faculty of reviving their beauty by new forms of expression. Of the art to conceal art none save a few like Collins and Goldsmith had the slightest in- stinct or control. As for passion, that was completely extinct. At last the soul of a later generation de- manded the return to natural beauty, and the heart clamored for pulsation and utterance: Cowper, Burns, Wordsworth, Byron, and their great contemporaries, arose, and with them a genuine creative literature, of which the poetry strove to express the spirit of nature and the emotions of the heart, — subtile, essential ele- ments, in which no amount of scientific environment could limit the poet's restless explorations. Our recent transition period ensued, but, in its com- posite aspect, how different from that to which I have referred ! The change which has been going on during this time pertains to imaginative thought and feeling; the specific excellence which characterizes its poetry is that of form and structure. In technical finish and variety the period has been so advanced that an ex- amination of it should prove most instructive to loversi of the arts. For this reason, much of the criticism in the following pages will be more technical than is common in a work of this scope \ nor can it be other- wise, and adequately recognize the distinctive emi- nence of the time. The poets have been generously endowed at birth, and who shall say that they have JOURNALISM AND PROSE ROMANCE. 23 not fulfilled their mission to the attainable extent? When not creative, their genius has been eclectic and refining. Doubtless the time has displayed the inva- riable characteristics of such periods. In fact, there never were more outlets to the imagination, serving to distract public attention from the efforts of the poets, than are afforded in this age of prose-romance and journalism. It has been a learned and scholarly period ; writers have busied themselves with enjoying and annotating the great works of the past; criticism has predominated, — but how exact and catholic ! How searching the tests by which tradition and authority have been tried ; how high the standard of excellence in art ; how intolerant the healthy spirit of the last thirty years toward cant and melodramatic affectation ; how vigorous the crusade against sham ! In all this we discern the remaining features which, though less radical in their importance than the scientific revolu- tion, have marked the Victorian period as one of tran- sition, and as composite in the thought and structure of its poetic art. Besides the restrictions to which the poets have been subjected by the triumphs of the journalists and novel- writers, their enthusiasm also is checked by the mod- ern dislike of emotional outgivings and display. This aversion naturally results from the peace, security, and ultra-comfortableness of the English people. It has been a time of repose and luxury, a felicitous Satur- nian era, when all rare things that poets dream of are close at hand. Fulfilment has stilled the voice of prophecy. We see disease averted, life prolonged and increasing in average duration, the masses clothed and housed, vice punished, virtue rewarded, the landscape beautiful with the handiwork of culture and thrift. A critical and schol- arly period. Other re- strictions to ideality. Modern comfort and refinement. 24 THE PERIOD. Restraint. Breeding. Impassi- bility. Remark by Grant White. Granted : but in most countries advanced to the front of modern refinement, the dominant spirit has been antagonistic to the production of great and lasting poetry, — and of this above other arts. For it is the passion of song that makes it lofty and enduring, and the snows of Hecia have overlaid human passion in English common life during most of the Victorian age. I am not deploring the so-called materialism of our century, for this may be more heroic and beneficial to mankind than the idealism of the past. Neverthe- less, and without magnifying the poet's office, it is fair to assume that, although a poetical era may not be best for the contemporary world, it is well for a poet to be born in such an era, and not ill for literature that he was so born. Having thus gone beyond the zone of idealism and the morning halo of impulsive deed and speech, we have reached the noonday of common-sense, breed- ing, facts as they are. Men do not mouth it in the grand manner, for the world has no patience to hear them, and deems them stagey or affected. Human emotions are the same, but modern training tones -us down to that impassibility wherein the thoroughbred Christian woman has been said to rival the Indian squaw; madmen are not, as of old, thought to be in- spired ; eccentricity bores us ; and poets, who should be prophets, are loath to boldly dare and differ. Men's hearts beat on forever, but Thackeray's Englishmen are ashamed to acknowledge it at their meetings and part- ings. The Platonists taught that the body should be despised; we quietly ignore the heart and soul. The time is off-hand, chaffy, and must be taken in its mood. A point was very fairly made by " Shakespeare's Scholar," in his essay on "The Play of the Period," ADVANCE IN POETRY AS AN ART. 25 that the latter days have been unfavorable to strong dramatic verse, the highest form of poetry, and the surest mark of a true poetical era. The modern Eng- lish have not been devoted to intense heroic feeling : whether above or below it, who shall say ? — but cer- tainly not within it. The novel is their drama ; true, but chiefly the photographic novel of conventional life ; others have obtained a hearing slowly, by accident, or by sheer force of genius. They subject their tears to analysis, but do not care for tragic rage ; avoiding high excitements as carefully as Septimius Felton in his effort to perpetuate life, they distribute their passion in a hundred petty emotions, and rather than be exalted are content With the usufruct of the five external wits. Domestic peace and comfort have resulted in absence of enthusiasm, and the rise and prolongation of an idyllic school in art. Adventure is the English amuse- ment, not a mode of action ; but the converse of this was true in the days of Raleigh, Drake, Sidney, and Richard Grenville. Not that England is wholly utili- tarian, " domestic, student, sensualist," as has been charged, but she has well defined and studied the sci- ence of society. All this the Victorian poets have had to contend with as poets, or adapt themselves to as clever artists, and, above all, as men of their time. Lastly, however, we find that the structural, artistic phases of modern English poetry, in scorn of the stilted conventionalism of the eighteenth century, have been of the most composite range, variety, and perfection. Of course the natural forms were long since discovered, but lyrists have learned that combinations are endless, so that new styles, if not new orders, are constantly brought out. In the ultra-critical spirit of the time, they enhance the strength and beauty of their meas- The novel. Cp." Poets of A iner~ tea " .• /. 463. Great ad- Vance in poetry as an art. 26 THE PERIOD. Its modem range and peyfection. ures by every feasible process, and the careful adap- tation of form to theme. This is an excellence not to be underestimated; for if, as Huxley asserts, "ex- pression is not valuable for its own sake," it is at least the wedded body of inspiration, employing the poet's keenest sensibilities, and lending such value to thought as the cutting of a diamond adds to the rugged stone. Never was the technique of poetry so well understood as since the time of Keats and the rise of Tennyson and his school. The best models are selected by the song-writers, the tale-tellers, the preachers in verse; and a neophyte of to-day would disdain the triteness and crudeness of the master-workmen of fifty years ago. The greater number, instead of restricting themselves to a specialty, range over and include all departments of their art, and are lyrists, balladists, and idyllists by turn, achieving excellence in every direction except the dramatic, which indeed but few venture upon. Modern poetry, in short, has been as composite as modern architecture ; and if, as in the case of the latter, gro- tesque and tawdry combinations abound, there also are many strong and graceful structures, which excel those of former periods in richness and harmony of adorn- ment. The rhythm of every dainty lyrical inspiration which heralded the morning of English minstrelsy has been caught and adapted by the song-writers, all of whom, from Barry Cornwall and Hood to Kingsley and Jean Ingelow, have new arrangements and effects of their own. The extreme of word-music and word- painting has been attained, together with a peculiar condensation in imagery and thought ; so that, whereas the poets of the last era, for all their strength of wing, occupied whole passages with a single image, their more refined successors discover its essential quality TO WHA T EXTENT REFLECTED IN ART. 27 (somewhat as chemists embody the active principle of a plant in the crystalline salt), and express it by a single adjective or epithet. If "the light that gilds" our recent English poetry be "the light of sunset," it is indeed beautiful with all prismatic hues, and its lustres are often as attractive in themselves as for the truth and beauty which they serve to illumine. So far as progress is a change from the simple to the complex, from the homogeneous to the heterogeneous, we may hold that an advance is making in English art. But a period of transition is also one of doubt and turbulence ; one whose characteristics it is especially requisite to bear in mind, in order to obtain a true appreciation - of the leading poets who represent it. For we must consider an artist's good or ill fortune, his struggles and temptations, his aids and encourage- ments ; remembering that the most important art of any period is that which most nearly illustrates its manners, thoughts, and emotions in imaginative lan- guage or form. Through his sensitive organization the poet is exquisitely affected by the spirit of his time; and, to render his work of future moment, seeks to reflect that spirit, or confines himself to expression of the spiritual experiences common to all ages and all mankind. Mr. Emerson, in his search for the under- lying principle of things, finds it a defect even in Homer and Milton, that their works are clogged with restrictions of times, personages, and places. Yet these are the world's great names ; it has no greater. The potent allegory of their poems comes nearer to us than the abstract Shastras. Their personages and places are but the media through which the Protean forms of nature are set forth. The statement of unmixed thought and beauty has not been the splendor of the Tendency of art to rejiect Us own time. Emerson : Essay " T^ Poet." 28 THE PERIOD. A dverse in- fluence of the recent tra upon the minor poets. Cp. "Poets o_f Amer- ica " ; pp. 458-461. masters. And while it is true that nature and history are the poet's workshop, and all material his property, the studies and reproductions of foreign or antique models, except as practice-work, are of less value than what he can show or say of his own time. Hence it is of the highest importance to the poet that he should live in a sympathetic, or co-operative, if not heroic period. In studying the minor poets, we see with especial clearness the adverse influences of a transition era, composite though it be. A likeness of manner and language is common to the Elizabethan writers, various as were their themes and natural gifts. The same is apparent in the Cromwellian period with regard to Marvell, Shirley, and their contemporaries. But now, as if in despair of finding new themes to suit their respective talents, yet driven on to expression, we discern the Victorian poets, — one copying the re- frains and legendary feeling of illuminated missals and black-letter lays ; another recasting the most enchant- ing and famous romances of Christendom in delicious language and measures caught from Chaucer himself ; others adopting the quaint religious manner qf Her- bert and Vaughan ; a host essaying new and conscien- tious presentations of the undying beauty of Greek mythologic lore. We see them dallying with sweet sense and sound, until our taste for melody and color is more than surfeited. The language which Henry Taylor applied to the poets of a former generation seems even more appropriate with respect to these artists. They, too, are characterized " by a profusion of imagery, by force and beauty of language, and by a ^versification peculiarly easy and adroit But from this undoubted indulgence in the mere luxuries of poetry, has there not ensued a want of adequate ap- STRUGGLES OF THE MINOR POETS. 29 preciation for its intellectual and immortal part ? . . . . They wanted, in the first place, subject-matter. A feel- ing came more easily to them than a reflection, and an image was always at hand when a thought was not forthcoming." It is but just to say that the recent poets are not so wanting in reflection as in themes and essential purpose. These defects many have striven to hide by excessive finish and ornamentation. Conscious of this, a few, with a spasmodic effort to be original, break away in disdain of all art, palming off a " saucy roughness " for strength, and coarseness for vigor ; and even this return to chaos wins the favor of many who, from very sickness of over-refine- ment, pass to the other extreme, and welcome the meaner work for a time because it is a change. The effect of novelty gives every fashion a temporary hold; but the calmer vision looks above and along the succession of modes, and seeks what is in itself ennobling] and every disguise of dilettanteism, aris- tocratic or democratic, whether it struts in the rags of Autolycus, or steals the robe of Prosper© and apes his majestic mien, must ultimately fall away. In the search for a worthy theme, more than one of the poets to whom I refer has, by a tour de force, allied himself to some heroic mission of the day. On the other hand, honest agitators have been moved, by passionate zeal for their several causes, to outbursts of rhythmical expression. In most cases the l)Tics of either class have been rhetorical and eloquent rather than truly poetical. Finally, in the wide diffusion of a partial culture, the Victorian period has been noteworthy for the multitudes of its tolerable poets. It has been a time of English minnesingers, hosts of them chanting " the old eternal song." See tke Preface to "Philip Van Artevetdi.'^'^ London, 1834. Two forms of dilettante' 30 THE PERIOD. 7riu7nph of ilie greater foets over their restric- tions. Landor. Tennyson. lilrs. Brown- ing. Browning. But the poets of such a period are like a collection of trout in water that has become stagnant or turbid. The graceful smaller fry, unconscious that the real difficulty is in the atmosphere about them, one after another yield to it and lose their color, flavor, and elastic life. But the few noble masters of the pool adapt themselves to the new condition, or resist it altogether, and abide till the disorder of the waters is assuaged. Reviewing the poetic genius of the clos- ing era, we find one strong spirit maintaining an in- dependent beauty and vigor through successive gen- erations, composing the rarest prose and poetry with slight regard to temporal mode or hearing, — a man neither of nor for an age, — who has but lately passed away. Another, of a different cast, the acknowledged master of the composite school, has reflected his own period by adapting his poems to its landscape, man- ners, and speculation, with such union of strength and varied elegance as even English literature has seldom displayed. We find a woman — an inspired singer, if there ever was one — all fire and air, her song and soul alike devoted to liberty, aspiration, and ethereal love. A poet, her masculine complement,, whose name is rich with the added glory of her renown, represents the antiquity of his race by study of medijeval themes, and exhibits to the modern lover, noble, statesman, thinker, priest, their prototypes in ages long gone by ; he con- stantly exalts passion above reason, while reasoning himself, withal, in the too curious fashion of the present day ; again, he is the exponent of what dra- matic spirit is still left to England, — that of psycho- logical analysis, which turns the human heart inside out, judging it not from outward action, in the manner of the early, simply objective masters of the stage. RECENT BRITISH TASTE. 31 iToungest and latest, we find a phenomenal genius, the extreme product of the time, carrying its artistic ind spiritual features to that excess which foretokens exhaustion ; possessed of unprecedented control over the rhythm and assonance of English poetry ; in the purpose and structure of his early verse to be studied as a force of expression carried to its furthest limits, but in his mature, dramatic work exhibiting signs of a reaction or transformation which surely is even now at hand. For that the years of transition are near an end, and that, in England and America, a creative poetic literature, adapted to the new order of thought and the new aspirations of humanity, will speedily grow into form, I believe to be evident wherever our com- mon tongue is the language of imaginative expres- sion. The idyllic philosophy in which Wordsworth took refuge from the cant and melodrama of his predecessors has fulfilled its immediate mission ; the art which was born with Keats, and found its perfect work in Tennyson, already seems faultily faultless and over-refined. A craving for more dramatic, sponta- neous utterance is prevalent with the new generation. There is an instinct that to interpret the hearts and souls of men and women is the poet's highest func- tion ; a disposition to throw aside precedents, — to study life, dialect, and feeling, as our painters study landscape, out of doors and at first hand. Con- sidered as the floating land-drift of a new possession, even careless and faulty work after this method is eagerly received ; although in England, so surfeited of the past and filled with vague desire, the faculty to discriminate between the richer and poorer fabric seems blunted and sensational ; experimental novel- Swinburne. A new dis- pensation. The dramatic ijistinct revived. British taste subordinate to love of novelty. 32 THE PERIOD. Thefuture. ties are set above the most admirable compositions in a manner already familiar ; just as an uncouth carv-' ing or piece of foreign lacquer-work is more prized than an exquisite specimen of domestic art, because it is strange and breathes some unknown, spicy fragrance of a new-found clime. The transition period, doubt- less, will be prolonged by the ceaseless progress of the scientific revolution, occupying men's imaginations and constantly readjusting the basis of language and illustration. Erelong some new Lucretius may come to reinterpret the nature of things, confirming many of the ancient prophecies, and substituting for the wonder of the remainder the still more wondrous tes- timony of the lens, the laboratory, and the millennial rocks. The old men of the Jewish captivity wept with a loud voice when they saw the foundations of the new temple, because its glory in their eyes, in com- parison with that builded by Solomon, was as nothing; but the prophet assured them that the Desire of all nations should come, and that the glory of the latter house should be greater than of the former. But I do not endeavor to anticipate the future of English song. It may be lowlier or loftier than now, but certainly it will show a change, and my faith in the reality of progress is broad enough to include the field of poetic art. CHAPTER II. WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. LISTENING to the concert of modern song, a critical ear detects the notes of one voice which possesses a distinct quahty and is always at its owner's command. Landor was never mastered by his period, though still in harmony with it ; in short, he was not a discordant, but an independent, singer. He was the pioneer of the late English school ; and among recent poets, though far from being the greatest in achieve- ment, was the most self-reliant, the most versatile, and one of the most imaginative. In the enjoyment of his varied writings, we are chiefly impressed by their constant exhibition of mental prowess, and everywhere confronted with an eager and incomparable intellect. Last of all to captivate the judgment of the laity, and somewhat lacking, it may be, in sympathetic quality of tone, Landor is, first of all, a poet for poets, of clear vision and assured utterance throughout the Victo- rian Year. His station resembles that of a bulkhead defending the sea-wall of some lasting structure, — a mole or pier, built out from tuneful, grove-shaded Ar- cadian shores. He stretches far into the channel along which the tides of literary fashion have ebbed and flowed. Other poets, leading or following the change- ful current, often appear to leave him behind; but Landor a pioneer of the recent school. A poet for poets. Intellectual a7id self- reliant. 34 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. Bom in tVarwickt yan. 30, I77S- His pro- longed career. His method Victorian. often find themselves again where he looms, unchangec and dauntless, wearing a lighted beacpn at his head. Why, among Victorian poets, do I first mention thii one, — who was born under George III. ; who ban died epithets with Byron, was the life-long friend 0: Southey, — the contemporary, likewise, in their prime of Wordsworth, Scott, and Coleridge ; in whose matu rity occurred the swift and shining transits of Keats and Shelley, like the flights of shooting-stars ; whose most imposing poem was given to the world at a date earlier than the first consulate of Napoleon; who lived, from the times of Warton and Pye, to see three successive laureates renew the freshness of Eng- land's faded coronal, while he sang aloof and took no care ? Because, more truly than another declared of himself, he stood among these, but not of them; greater or less, but different, and with the difference of a time then yet to follow. His style, thought, and versatility were Victorian rather than Georgian ; they are now seen to belong to that school of which Tenny- son is by eminence the representative. So far as his manner was anything save his own, it was that of recent years ; let us say, instead, that the popular method constantly approached Landor's until the epoch of his death, — and he died but even now, when it is on the point of yielding to something, we know not what. He not only lived to see the reflection and naturalism of Wordsworth produce fatigue, but to the borders of a reaction from that finesse and technical perfection which succeeded. His influence scarcelj? yet has grown to reputation, by communication from the select few to the receptive many, though he has always stood, unwittingly, at the head of a normal school, teaching the teachers. Passages are easily PROLONGED AND EMINENT CAREER. 35 traceable where his art, at least, has been followed by poets who themselves have each a host of imitators. He may not have been the cause of certain phe- nomena ; they may have sprung from the tendency of the age, — if so, he was the first to catch the ten- dency. Despite his appreciation of the antique, his genius found daily excitants in new discovery, action, and thought ; he never reached that senility to which earlier modes and generations seem the better, but was first to wtelcome progress, and thoroughly up with the times. The larger portion of his work saw print long after Tennyson began to compose, and his epic, tragedies, and miscellaneous poems were not brought together, in a single volume, until 1837, — a date with- in five years of the laureate's first collective edition. Hence, while it is hard to confine him to a single period, he is a tall and reverend landmark of the one under review; and the day has come for measuring him as a poet of that time, whatever he may have been in any other. Nor is he to be observed as an eccentric and curious spectacle, but as a distinguished figure among the best. As an artist he was, like a maple, swift of development, but strong to hold it as an elm or oak ; while many poets have done their best work under thirty, and ten years after have been old or dead, the very noontide of Lander's faculties was later than his fiftieth year. We could not regard him as a tyro, had he died, like Keats, at twenty-five, nor as a jaded old man, dying, as he did, at ninety ; for he was as conservative in youth as he ever grew to be,, and as fiery and forward-looking in age as in youth. He attained the summit early, and moved along an elevated plateau, forbearing as he grew older to descend the further side, and at death flung off Laitdor's retention of creative power. 36 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. Sustained equality. Intellectual range. Univer- sality, somewhere into the ether, still facing the daybreak and worshipped by many rising stars. Were it not for this poet's sustained equality with himself, we should be unable here to write of his ca- reer of seventy years, filled with literary recreations, each the companion of its predecessor, and all his own. Otherwise, in considering his works, we should have to review the history of that period, — as one who writes, for example, the life of Voltaire, must write the history of the eighteenth century. Lander's volumes not only touch upon the whole procession of those seventy years, with keen intuitive treatment of their important events, but go further, and almost cover the range of human action and thought. In this respect I find no such man of our time. A writer of dialogues, he subjects afEairs to the scrutiny of a modern journalist; but his newspaper has every age for its date of issue, and the history of the world supplies it with local incident. What is there in the air of Warwickshire to breed such men ? For he was born by Shakespeare's stream, and verily inhaled something of the master's spirit at his birth. Once, in the flush pf conscious power, he sang of himself, — " I drank of Avon too, a dangerous draught, That roused within the feverish thirst of song." Lowell has said of him, that, " excepting Shake- speare, no other writer has furnished us with so many delicate aphorisms of human nature " ; and we may add that he is also noticeable for universality of con- templation and the objective treatment of stately themes. In literature, his range is unequalled by that of Coleridge, who was so opulent and suggestive; in HIS UNIVERSALITY. 37 philosophy, history, and art, Goethe is not wiser or more imaginative, though often more calm and great ; in learning, the department of science excepted, no writer since Milton has been more thoroughly equipped. We place Landor, who was greater, even, as a prose- writer, among the foremost poetSj because it was the poet within the man that made him great ; his poetry belongs to a high order of that art, while his prose, though strictly prosaic in form, — he was too fine an artist to have it otherwise, — is more imaginative than other men's verses. Radically a poet, he ranks among the best essayists of his time ; and he shares this dis- tinction in common with Milton, Coleridge, Emerson, and other poets, in various eras, who have been intel- lectual students and thinkers. None but sentimental- ists and dilettanti confuse their prose and verse, — tricking out the former with a cheap gloss of rhetoric, or the false and effeminate jingle of a bastard rhythm. I have hinted, already, that his works are deficient in that broad human sympathy through which Shake- speare has found his way to the highest and lowest understandings, — just as the cloud seems to one a temple, to another a continent, to the child a fairy- palace, but is dazzling and glorious to all. Landor belonged, in spite of himself, to the Parnassian aris- tocracy ; was, as has been said, a poet for poets, and one who personally impressed the finest organizations. Consider the names of those who, having met him and known his works, perceived in him something great and worshipful. His nearest friends or admirers were Southey, Wordsworth, Hunt, Milnes, Armitage Brown ; the philosophers, Emerson and Carlyle ; such men of letters as Charles Lamb, Hazlitt, Forster, Julius and Francis Hare ; the bluff old philologist, Samuel Parr ; Prose and verse. Cp. ' ' Poets of Amer- ica " ; pp. 327> 373- His work addressed to noble minds. 38 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. The laiv of sympathy. the fair and discerning Blessington ; Napier, the sol- dier and historian ; feUzabeth and Robert Browning, the most subtile and extreme of poets, and, in the sunrise of his life, the youngest, Algernon Swinburne; among the rest, note Dickens, who found so much that was rare and undaunted in the man : — I am almost persuaded to withdraw my reservation ! True, Landor lived long: in seventy years one makes and loses many votaries and friends ; but such an artist, who, whether as poet or man, could win and retain the affection and admiration, despite his thousand caprices, of so many delicate natures, varying among themselves in temperament and opinion, must indeed possess a many-sided greatness. Nor is the definition of sympathetic quality restricted to that which touches the popular heart. There are persons who might read without emotion much of Dickens's sentiment and humor, yet would feel every fibre respond to the exquisite beauty of Landor's "Pericles and Aspasia"; — persons whom only the purest idealism can strongly affect. But this is human also. Shall not the wise, as well as the witless, have their poets? There is an idea current that art is natural only when it appeals to the masses, or awakens the simple, untutored emotions of humble life. In truth, the greater should include the less ; the finer, if need be, the coarse ; the composer of a symphony has, we trust, melody enough at his j command. Stage presentation has done much to popu- larize Shakespeare ; his plays, moreover, are relished for their stories, as " Pilgrim's Progress " and " Gulliver's Travels " are devoured by children without a thought of the theology of the one or the measureless satire of the other. Landor's work has no such vantage-ground, and much of it is "caviare to the general"; but he is ' HIS JUVENILE POEMS. 39 none the less human, in that he is the poet's poet, the artist's artist, the delight of high, heroic souls. When nineteen years old, in 1795, he printed his first book, — a rhymed satire upon tiie Oxford dons, — and his muse never left him till he died in 1864, lacking four months only of his ninetieth birthday. Seventy years of literary life, of which the noteworthy portion may be reckoned from the appearance of " Gebir" in 1798, to that_of the later series of the "Hellenics" in 1847 : since, although compositions dating the very year of his death exhibit no falling off, and his faculty was vigorous to the end, he produced no important work subsequent to the one last mentioned. His collections of later poems and essays are of a miscellaneous or fragmentary sort, and, though abounding in beautiful and ^aracteristic material, exhibit many trifles which add nothing to his fame. In reviewing his career, let us first look at his poetry, which contains the key to his genius and aspirations. His earliest verses, like those of Shelley and Byron, have a stilted, academic flavor, and, though witty enough, were instigated by youthful conceit and abhorrence of conventional authority. They were followed by a red- hot political satire, in the metre and diction of Pope. Thus far, nothing remarkable for a boy of nineteen : merely an illustration of the law that " nearly all young poets .... write old."' The great poetic revival had ' Not having a copy of Laiidor's first book, I have taken the description, given in the side-note, from Forster's biography, but am informed by Mr. Swinburne that Poems, English and Latin, is the correct title. My correspondent adds : " It contains a good deal besides satire, though that is perhaps its best part. The Epistle to Lord Stanhope, which I have also, is, I think, some- thing remarkable for a boy of nineteen, — singularly polished and vigorous." Hisfirst book : " The Poems of IV. S. L." '795- "A Moral EpislU to Earl Stan- 40 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. not begun. Burns was still almost unknown ; Cowper very faintly heard ; fledglings tried their wings in the direction of Pope, Warton, and Gray. The art of verse, the creation of beauty for its own sake or for that of imaginative expression, at first took small hold upon Landor. Considering the era, it is wonderful how soon the converse of this was true. Three years to a young man are more than three times three in after- life ; but never was there a swifter stride made than from Landor's prentice-work to Gebir, which dis- played his royal poetic genius in full robes. Where now be his politics and polemics? Henceforth his verse, for the most part, is wedded to pure beauty, and prose becomes the vehicle of his critical or controver- sial thought. In "Gebir," art, treatment, imagination, are everything ; argument very little ; the story i» of a remote, Oriental nature, a cord upon which he strings his extraordinary language, imagery, and versification. The structure is noble in the main, though chargeable, like Tennyson's earlier poetry, with vagueness here and there ; the diction is majestic and sonorous, and its progress is specially marked by sudden, almost ran- dom, outbursts of lofty song. I do not hesitate to say that this epic, as poetry, and as a marvelous produc- tion for the period and for Landor's twenty-two years, stands next to that renowned and unrivaled torso, com- posed so long afterward, the "Hyperion" of John Keats. It was the prototype of our modern formation, cropping out a great distance in advance. To every young poet who has yet his art to learn, I would say — do not overlook "Gebir," this strangely modern poem, which, though seventy-five years old, has so much of Tenny- son's finish, of Arnold's objectivit}', and the romance of Morris and Keats. Forster, Landor's biographer, 'GEBIR.' 4t says that it is now unknown. When was it ever known ? The first edition had little sale ; a sumptuous later issue, including the Latin translation "Gebirus," had still less. But the poets found it out ; it was the envy of Byron ; the despair of Southey, who could appreciate, if he could not create ; the bosom-com- panion of Shelley, to the last ; nor can I doubt that, directly and indirectly, it had much to do with the inception and development of the Victorian School. In recalling Landor's writings, prose and verse, I make no specific allusion to the minor pieces which he composed from time to time, careless about their reception, easily satisfied with the expression of his latest mood. A catalogue of them, extending from the beginning to the middle of our century, lies before me: The Phocaans, an unfinished epic; The Charitable Dowager, a comedy that never saw the light; various Icelandic poems, all save one of which are wisely omitted from his collected works; epigrams, letters, critiques, and what not; often mere Sibylline leaves, — sometimes put forth in obscurest pamphlet-form, sometimes elaborate with revision and costly with the utmost resources of the press ; making little mark at the time, but all idiosyncratic, Landorian, though closer scrutiny of them need nof detain us here. His liter- ary life was like the firmament, whose darkest openings are interspersed with scattered stars, but only the luminous, superior constellations herewith invite our regard. His first dramatic effort, made after a stormy and ill-regulated experience of fifteeri years, was the gloomy but magnificent tragedy of Count Julian. Like Shelley's "Cenci," Byron's "Manfred," and Cole- ridge's adaptation of " Wallenstein," it is a dramatic poem rather than a stage-drama of the available kind. Miscellane- ous produc- tions. Dramatic work, " Count Ju- lian" 1812. 42 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. The " Tril- ogy," 1839 - 40. The "Hel- lenics" 1847. Compared with kindred productions of the time, how- ever, it stands like the "Prometheus" among classic plays ; and as an exposition of dramatic force, a con- ception of the highest manhood in the most heroic and mournful attitude, — as a presentment of impas- sioned language, pathetic sentiment, and stern resolve, — it is an impressive and undying poem. Lander's career must be measured by Olympiads or lustra, not by years j he was thirty-five when he took this fearless dramatic flight, and then, save for occasional fragmen- tary scenes, his special faculty remained unused until he was nearly sixty-iive, in 1839-40, at which date he composed and published his Trilogy. The three plays thus grouped — " Andrea of Hungary," "Gio- vanna of Naples," and " Fra Rupert" — are, except- ing the one previously mentioned, the only extended dramatic poems which he has left us. Though rarely so imaginative and statuesque as " Count Julian," they are better adapted in action, and show no decline of power. Between the one and the others occurred the marvellous prose period of Lander's career, by which he first became generally known and upon which so largely rests his fame. From 1824 to 1837, — these thirteen years embrace the interval during which was ' written the most comprehensive and delightful prose in the English tongue, upon whose every page is stamped the patent of the author as a sage and poet. One is more nearly drawn to Landor — with the affection which all lovers of beauty, pure and simple, feel for the poet — by the Helletiics than by any other portion of his metrical work. The volume bear- ing that name was written when he was well past the Scriptural limit of life, at the age of seventy-two, and published in 1847. It consisted of translations from THE 'HELLENICS^ 43 his own Idyllia Heroica : Latin poems (many of them composed and printed forty years earlier) which were finally collected and revised for publication in a little volume, Posmata et Inscriptiones, which appeared, I think, in 1846. Of Lander's aptitude and passion for writing in Latin verse I shall speak hereafter. His sin in this respect (if it be a sin),' is amply expiated by the surpassing beauty of " Corythus," the " Last of Ulysses," and other translations from the " Idyllia." Still more exquisite, if possible, are the fifteen idyls, also called Hellenics, which previously had been col- lected in the standard octavo edition of his works, edited by Julius Hare and John Forster, and printed in 1846. During the past thirty years a taste for experimenting with classical themes has seized upon many a British poet, and numberless fine studies have been the result, from the " CEnone " and " Tithonus " of the laureate to more extended pieces, — like the "Andromeda" of Kingsley, and Swinburne's "Ata- lanta in Calydon." But to Landor, from his youth, the antique loveliness was a familiar atmosphere, in which he dwelt and had his being with a contentment so natural that he scarcely perceived it was not com- mon to others, or thought to avail himself of it in the way of metrical art. Finding that people could not, or would not, read the "Idyllia," he was led to translate them into English verse ; and of all the classical pieces in our language, his own, taken as a whole, aire the most varied, natural, simple, least affected with foreign forms : — "Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan! |._ Piercing sweet by the river." ' See remarks upon Swinburne's Greek and Latin verse, etc., in Chapter XI. of this book. " Foemata et Inscrip- tiones?^ 44 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. Generally they are idyllic, and after the Sicilian school. Now and then some Homeric epithets ap- pear; as where he speaks of "full fifty slant-browed, kingly-hearted swine," — but such examples are un- common. For the most part the Greek manner and feeling are veritably translated. "The Hamadryad" is universally known, — possessed of delicious melody and pathos which commend it to the multitude : I am not sure that any other ancient story, so tranquilly and beautifully told, is in our treasury of English song. The overture to the first of the " Hellenics " suggests the charm and purpose of them all : — " Who will away to Athens with me ? who Loves choral songs and maidens crowned with flowers, Unenvious 1 mount the pinnace ; hoist the sail," That splendid apostrophe to liberty, the fifteenth of the first series, beginning, " We are what suns and winds and waters make us ; The mountains are our sponsors, and the rills Fashion and win their nursling with their smiles," recalls the Hellenic spirit from its grave, and brings these antique creations within the range of modern thought and sympathy. In fine, it must be acknowl- edged that for tender grace, sunlight, healthfulness, these idyls are fresh beyond comparison, the inspira- tion of immortal youth. Never have withered hands more bravely swept the lyre. Landor, as I have said, was noticeable among recent poets as an artist, and the earliest to revive the par- tially forgotten elegance of English verse. Whoever considers the metrical product of our era must con- stantly bear in mind the stress laid upon the technics of the poet's calling. No shiftlessness has been tol- A FAULTLESS AND PROLIFIC ARTIST. 45 erated, and Landor was the first to honor his work with all the finish that a delicate ear and faultless touch could bestow upon it. But in observing the perfection of the " Hellenics," for example, you dis- cern at a glance that it is only what was natural to him and reached by the first intention ; that he falsi- fied the distich with reference to easy writing and hard reading, and composed admirably at first draught. By way of contrast, one sees that much of the famous poetry of the day has been carved with pains, "labo- rious, orient ivory, sphere in sphere." The morning grandeur of " Count Julian " and " Gebir," and the latter-day grace of Landor's idyls and lyrics, came to their author as he went along. A poor workman blames his tools; but he was so truly an artist and poet, that he took the nearest instrument which sug- gested itself, and wrought out his conceptions to his own satisfaction, — somewhat too careless, it must be owned, whether others relished them or not. At certain times, from the accident of study and early training, his thoughts ran as freely in Latin numbers as in English; and, without considering the utter uselessness of such labor, he persisted in writing Latin verses, to the alternate amusement and indig- nation of his friends; always quite at ease in either language, strong, melodious, and full of humor, — "strength's rich superfluity." The famous shell-pas- sage in " Gebir " was written first in Latin, and more musically than its translation. Compare the latter with the counterpart in Wordsworth's "Excursion," and determine, — not which of the two poets had the profounder nature, — but which was Apollo's darling and the more attractively endowed. Landor's blank verse, the test of an English singer, is like nothing His blank verse. 46 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. Lyrical aMuetice. before it; but that of Tennyson and his followers resembles it, by adoption and development. Like the best pentameter of the present day, it is akin to Milton's ; affected, like his, by classical influence, but rather of the Greek than the Latin ; more closely assimilated to the genius of our tongue and with fewer inversions ; terse, yet fluent, assonant, harmo- nious. Grace and nobility are its prominent char- acteristics. Landor's affluence embarrassed him. He had noth- ing costive in his nature, — disdained the tricks of smaller men, and could not spend days upon a son- net ; it must come at once, and perfect, or not at all. He was a Fortunatus, and, because the ten pieces of gold were always by him, delayed to bring together a store of poetry for his own renown. This was one secret of his leaving so few extended compositions; other reasons will be named hereafter ; meantime it is certain that he never hoarded and fondled his qua- trains, and that there was no waste, the supply being infinite. The minor lyrics, epigrams, fragments, — thrown off during his capricious life, in which every mood was indulged to the full and every lot experi- enced, — are numberless ; sometimes frivolous enough, biting and spleenful, yet bearing the mark of a deli- cate hand ; often, like " Rose Aylmer," possessed of an ethereal pathos, a dying fall, upon which poets have lived for weeks and which haunt the soul for- ever. Ideality belonged to Landor throughout life; for seventy years he reminds one of the girl in the fairy-tale, who could not speak without dropping pearls and diamonds. A volume might be made of the lyrical gems with which even his prose writings are interspersed. He had an aptitude for the largest H/S DRAMATIC FACULTY. A7 and smallest work, the true Shakespearian range ; and could make anything in poetry, from the posy of a ring to the chronicle of its most heroic wearer. While Lander's art is thus varied and original, his strongest hold — the natural bent of his imagination — lay, as I have suggested, in the direction of the drama. This he himself felt and often expressed ; yet his dramatic works are only enough to show what things he might have accomplished, under the favor- able conditions of a sympathetic age. Few modern poets have done much more. Procter, Taylor, Bed- does, Browning, — his dramatic compeers can almost be numbered on the fingers of one hand. I am not speaking of the playwrights. Had he written many dramas, doubtless they would have been of the Eliz- abethan style : objective rather than subjective ; their personages distinct in manner, language, and action, though not brought under the close psychological analysis which is a feature of our modern school. We have substituted the novel for the drama, yet, were Shakespeare now alive, he might write novels — and he might not. Possibly, like Landor, he would be repelled by the mummery of the plot, which in the novel must be so much more minutely developed than in a succession of stage-scenes. Landor might have constructed a grand historical romance, or a respect- able novel, but he never attempted either. Had the stage demanded and recompensed the labor of the best minds, he would have written plays, doing even the " business " well ; for he had the intellect and faculty, and touched nothing without adorning it. As it was, the plot seemed, in his view, given up to char- latans and hacks ; he had small patience with it, because, not writing in regular course for the theatre. Dramatic faculty. 48 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. His restric- iions. the framework of a drama did not come from him spontaneously. His tragedies already named, and various fragments, — " Ippolito di Este,'' " Ines de Castro," " The Cenci," and " Cleopatra," — are to be regarded as dramatic studies, and are replete with evidences of inspiration and tragic power. Some- times a passage like this, from " Fra :§.upert," has the strength and fire of Webster, in "The Duchess of Malfi": — " Stephen. Is the queen's death. Maximin. Stephen. With her own pillow, Maximin. Stephen. Worst of it all The queen's ? They stifled her Who says that.' The man Runs wild who did it, through the streets, and howls it, Then imitates her voice, and softly sobs, 'Lay me in Santa Chiara.'"' We say that Landor was an independent singer, but once more the inevitable law obtains. He was restricted by his period, which afforded him neither poetical themes most suited to his intellect, nor the method of expression in which he could attain a full development. He had little outside stimulus to fre- quent work. In his youth the serial market was limited to The Gentleman's Magazine and the preten- tious quarterly reviews. His early poems did not sell : they were in advance of the contemporary demand. In poetry, let us confess that he fell short of his own standard, — never so well defined as in "The Pen- tameron": "Amplitude of dimensions is requisite to constitute the greatness of a poet, besides his sym- metry of form and his richness of decoration We may write little things well, and accumulate one HIS PROSE WRITINGS. 49 upon another; but never will any justly be called a great poet, unless he has treated a great subject wor- thily A throne is not built of bird's-nests, nor do a thousand reeds make a trumpet." The one great want of many a master-mind oppressed him, — lack of theme. Better fitted to study things at a dis- tance, always £^p idealist and dreaming of some large achievement, Landor, with his imaginative force un- met by any commensurate task, wandered like "blind Orion, hungry for the morn." Or, like that other hapless giant, he groped right and left, but needed a guide to direct his strong arms to the pillars, that he might bow himself indeed and put forth all his powers. How great these were the world had never known, were it not for that interlude of prose composition which occupied a portion of the years between his early and later work. From youth his letters, often essays and reviews in themselves, to his selectest intellectual companions, exhibit him as a splendid artist in prose and a learned and accurate thinker. He had been drinking the wine of life, reading, re- flecting, studying "cities of men .... and climates, councils, governments," at Tours, Com'o, Pisa, Flor- ence, Bath; and, at the age of forty-five or forty-six, with every faculty matured, he became suddenly aware of the fitness of written dialogue as the vehicle of his conceptions, and for the exercise of that dra- matic tendency which had thus far found no practi- cable outlet. Forster has pointed out that this form of literature was suited alike to his strength, dogma- tism, and variety of mood. The idea, once conceived, was realized with his usual impetuosity. It swelled and swelled, drawing up the thought and observation Lack of thtme. Greatness as a writer of English prose. so WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. The "Im- aginary Conver.a- iionSi^ 1824. of a lifetime ; in two years the first and second books of Imaginary Conversations were given to the world, and in four more, six volumes in all had been com- pleted. For the first time the English people were dazzled and affected by this author's genius ; the books were a success ; and all citizens of the republic of letters discovered, what a few choice spirits had known before, that Landor was their peer and master. It is needless to eulogize the series of "Imaginary Conversations," — to which the poet kept adding, as the fancy seized him, until the year of his decease, within the memory of us all. They have passed into literature, and their influence and charm are undying. They are an encyclopaedia, a panoramic museum, a perpetual drama, a changeful world of fancy, char- acter, and action. Their learning covers languages, histories, inventions ; their thought discerns and an- alyzes literature, art, poetry, philosophy, manners, life, government, religion, — everything to which human faculties have applied themselves, which eye has seen, ear has heard, or the heart of man conceived. Their personages are as noble as those of Sophocles, as sage and famous as Plutarch's, as varied as those of Shakespeare himself: comprising poets, wits, orators, soldiers, statesmen, . monarchs, fair women and brave men. .Through them all, among them all, breathes the spirit of Landor, and above them waves his compel- ling wand. Where his subjectivity becomes apparent, it is in a serene and elevated mood; for he is trav- ersing the realm of the ideal, his better angel rules the hour, and the man is transfigured in the magician and poet. Paulo majora canamus. From the exhaustless re- sources of Landor's imagination, he was furthermore A TRINITY OF PROSE-POEMS. 51 enabled to construct a trinity of prose-poems, not frag- mentary episodes or dialogues, but round and perfect compositions, — each of them finished and artistic in the extreme degree. The Citation of Shakespeare, the Pentameron, and Pericles and Aspasia depict England, Italy, and Greece at their renowned and character- istic periods : the greenwood and castle-halls of Eng- land, the villas and cloisters of Italy, the sky and marbles of ancient Greece; the pedantry and poetry of the first, the mysticism of the second, the deathless grace and passion of Athens at her prime. Of "The Citation and Examination of William Shakespeare, etc., etc., Touching Deer-Stealing," I can but repeat what Charles Lamb said, and all that need here be said of it, — that only two men could have written it, he who wrote it, and the man it was written on. It can only be judged by reading, for there is nothing resembling it in any tongue. " The Pentameron " (of Boccaccio and Petrarca) was the last in date of these unique conceptions, and the favorite of Hunt, Crabb Robinson, Disraeli ; a mediaeval reproduction, the tone of which — while always in keeping with itself — is so different from that of the "Citation," that one would think it done by another hand, if any other hand were capable of doing it. Even to those who differ with its estimation of Dante, its learning, fidelity, and picturesqueness seem admirable beyond comparison. The highest luxury of a sensitive, cul- tured mind is the perusal of a work like this. Mrs. Browning found some of its pages too delicious to turn over. Yet this study had been preceded by the "Pericles and Aspasia," which, as an exhibition of intellectual beauty, may be termed the masterpiece of Landor's whole career. A trinity of prose-poems. " Citation oj SJiake- speare^^' 1 834' " The Pen- tatneron^^ 1837- 52 IV ALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. "Pericles and A spa- sia" 1836. Critics are not wanting who maintain " Pericles and Aspasia" to be the purest creation of sustained art in EngHsh prose. It is absolutely devoid of such affec- tations as mark the romances and treatises of Sidney, Browne, and many famous writers of the early and middle periods ; and to " The Vicar of Wakefield," and other classics of a time nearer our own, it bears the relation of a drama to an eclogue, or that of a sym- phony to some sweet and favorite air. What flawless English ! what vivid scenery and movement 1 Com- posed without a refereiice-book, it is accurate in schol- arship, free from inconsistencies as Becker's "Chari- cles"; nevertheless, the action is modern, as that of every golden era must appear ; the personages, whether indicated lightly or at full length, are living human beings before our eyes. As all sculpture is included in the Apollo Belvedere, so all Greek life, sunshine, air, sentiment, contribute, to these eloquent epistles. A rare imagination is required for such a work. While comparable with nothing but itself, it leaves behind it the flavor of some "Midsummer Night's Dream" or "Winter's Tale," maugre the unreality and anachro- nisms. Landor's dainty madrigals are scattered through- out, coming in like bird-songs upon the sprightly or philosophical Athenian converse: here we find "Arte- midora" and "Aglae"; here, too, is the splendid fragment of " Agamemnon." How vividly Alcibiades, Anaxagoras, Socrates, Pericles, Aspasia, appear before us : the noonday grace and glory, the indoor banquet and intellectual feast! We exclaim, not only: What rulers! what poets and heroes! but — What children of light ! what laurelled heads ! what lovers — what passionate hearts! How modern, how intense, how human! what beauty, what delicacy,- what fire! We 'PERICLES AND A SPA SI A.' 53 penetrate the love of high-bred men and women : nobles by nature and rank; — surely finer subjects for realistic treatment than the boor and the drudge. Where both are equally natural, I would rather contemplate a horse or a falcon, than the newt and the toad. Thus far, I am sure, one may carry the law of aristocracy in art. The people of this book are brave, wise, and beautiful, or at least fitly adapted: some unhappy, — others, under whatsoever misfortune, enraptured, be- cause loving and beloved. Never were women more tenderly depicted. Aspasia, with all her love of glory, confesses : " You men often talk of glorious death, of death met bravely for your country; I too have been warmed by the bright idea in oratory and poetry : but ah ! my dear Pericles ! I would rather read it on an ancient tomb than a recent one." Again, in the midst of their splendor and luxury, she exclaims : " When the war is over, as surely it must be in another year, let us sail among the islands .^gean and be as young as ever ! "- Just before the death of Pericles by the plague, amid thickening calamities, they write trage- dies and study letters and art. All is heroic and natural : they turn from grand achievements to the delights of intellect and affection. Where is another picture so elevating as this? Fame, power, luxury, are forgotten in the sympathy and glorious communion of kindred souls. Where is one so fitted to reconcile us with death, — the end of all such communings, — the common lot, from which even these beautiful ideals are not exempt ? Ay, their deaths, in the midst of so much that made life peerless and worth living, follow each other in pathetic, yet not inharmonious succes- sion, like the silvery chimings of a timepiece at the close of a summer's day. Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica " : p. 43°- A ristocrat- ism in art. 54 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. study of Landor's personal his- tory. "Pericles and Aspasia" is a Greek temple, with frieze and architrave complete. If it be not Athens, it is what we love to think Athens must have been, in the glory of Pericles' last days. It is a thing of beauty for all places and people ; for the deep-read man of thought and experience, for the dreamy youth or maiden in the farthest Western wilds. The form is that of prose, simple and translucent, yet it is a poem from beginning to end. I would test the fabric of a person's temper by his appreciation of such a book. If only one work of an author were given as a companion, many would select this : not alone for its wisdom, eloquence, and beauty, but for its pathos and affection. You can read it again and again, and ever most delightfully. The "Citation" and the " Pentameron " must be studied with the scholar's anointed eyes, and are sealed to the multitude ; but " Pericles and Aspasia " is clear as noonday, a book for thinkers, — but a book for lovers also, and should be as immortal as the currents which flow between young hearts. II. There has been much confusion of Landor's per- sonal history with his writings, and an inclination to judge the latter by the former. The benison of Time enables us, after the lapse of years, to discriminate between the two ; while the punishment of a misgov- erned career is that it hinders even the man of genius from being justified during his lifetime. However, before further consideration of Landor's works, — that we may see what bearing the one had on the other, and with this intention solely, — let us observe the man himself. HIS PERSONAL HISTORY AND CHARACTER. 55 . We need not rehearse the story of his prolonged, adventurous life. It was what might be expected of such a character, and to speak of the one is to infer the other. Frea's address to her liege, in Arnold's " Balder Dead," occurs to me as I think of the hoary poet. " Odin, thou Whirlwind," he was, forsooth : tem- pestuous, swift of will ; an egotist without vanity, but equally without reason ; impatient of fools and upstarts ; so intellectually proud, that he suspected lesser minds of lowering him to their own level, when they honestly admired his works; scornful, yet credulous; careless of his enemies, too often suspicious of his friends ; a law unto himself, even to the extreme fulfilment of his most erratic impulse ; enamored of liberty, yet not sel- dom confounding it with license ; loving the beautiful with his whole soul, but satisfied no less with the con- scious power of creating than with its exercise. Such was Landor, though quite transfigured, I say, when absorbed in the process of his art. Every inspired artist has a double existence : his " life is twofold," and the nobler one is that by which he should be judged. And yet, our poet's temperament was so extraordi- nary that it is no less a study than his productions. He was wayward, unrestful, full-veined, impetuous to the very end. Nothing but positive inability restrained him from gratifying a single passion or caprice. His nature was so buoyant that, like the Faun, he forgot both pain and pleasure, and had few stings of sorrow or regret to guard him from fresh woes and errors. As he learned nothing from experience, his life was one perpetual series of escapades, — of absurd per- plexities at Rugby, Oxford, Llanthony, and in foreign lands. Even in art he often seemed like a wind-harp. His pnra- doxical tem- perament. Extraordi- nary dispo- sition and career. 56 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. responding to every breath that stirred his being: a superb voice executing voluntaries and improvisations, but disinclined to synthetic utterance. He lacked that guiding force which is gained only by the wisest disci- pline, the most beneficent influences in youth : — under such influences this grand character might have been strong and perfect, but his fortunes served to lessen the completeness of his genius. The author's tradi- tional restrictions were wanting in Landor's case. He stood first in the entail of a liberal estate, and self- control was never imposed upon him. One great gift denied to him was the suspicion of his own mortality. It has been rightly said that he and his brothers came of a race of giants. His physical health and strength were so absolute, that no fear of the short- ness of life was present to stimulate his ambition. He needed, like the imperator, some faithful slave to whis- per in his ear. Remember that thou too art mortal ! His tendencies never were evil, but in their violence illustrated Fourier's theory of the reverse action of the noblest passions. More than all else, it was this lack of self-restraint that made the infinite difference between himself and the great master to whose univer- sality of genius his own was most akin. Had Landor been poor, had he felt some thorn in the flesh — but he was more handicapped at the out- set with wealth and health than Wordsworth widi poverty or Hood with want and disease. Born a patrician, his caste was assured, and his actions were of that defiant, democratic kind, upon which snobs and parvenus dare not venture. He scattered his wealth as he chose, and would not let his station restrict him from the experiences of the poor. The audacious conceptions of novelists were realized in HIS UNCONVENTIONALISM. 57 his case. It was impossible to make him a conven- tional respecter of persons and temporal things. If ever a man looked through and through clothes and titles, Landor did ; and as for property, — it seemed to him impedimenta and perishable stuff. Yet he loved luxury, and was uncomfortable when deprived of it. Determined, first of all, to live his life, to enjoy and develop every gift and passion, he touched life at more points .than do most men of letters. Possibly he had not the self-denial of those exalted devotees, who eat, marry, and live for art alone. The lust of the flesh, the lust of the eye, and the pride of life were strong within him. Here he resembled Byron and Alfieri, — to whom he was otherwise related, except that his heart was too warm and light for the vulgar misan- thropy of the first, and his blood too clean and health- ful for the grosser passions of either. Trouble bore lightly enough upon a man who so readily forgot the actual world, that we find him writ- ing Latin idyls just after his first flight from his wife, or turning an epigram when his estate was ruined forever. Inconstant upon the slightest cause, he yet was faithful to certain life-long friends, and, if one suffered never so little for his sake, was ready to jaeld life or fortune in return. Such was his feeling toward Robert Landor, Forster, Southey, Browning, and the great novelist who drew that genial caricature by which his likeness is even now most widely known. Dickens, who of all men was least fit to pronounce judgment upon Landor's work, and cared the least to do it, was of all most fit to estimate his strength and weakness, his grim and gentle aspects. In " Boy- thorn " we hear his laugh rising higher, peal on peal ; we almost see his leonine face and lifted brow, the 3* No respecter of persons. Buoyancy oj tempera- ment. Dickens^s Portrait of him in ''Bleak House.'''* WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. A Tnciteur- ship to be distrusted. Art as a means of subsistence. Strong upper lip, the clear gray eye, and ineffably sweet and winsome smile. We listen to his thousand superlatives of affection, compliment, or wrath, and know them to be the safety-valves of a nature over- charged with " the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love " ; of a poet and hero in the extreme, who only needed the self -training that with years should bring the philosophic mind. His prose writings measurably reflect his tempera- ment, though he is at special pains to disclaim it. His minor epigrams and lyrics go still further in this direction, and were the means of working oif his sur- plus energy of humor, sympathy, or dislike. The mo- ment he regarded men and things objectively, he was the wisest of his kind ; and some fine instinct mostly kept him objective in his poetry, while his personality expended itself in acts and conversation. If he sel- dom did " a wise thing," he as seldom wrote " a fool- ish one." Entering upon his volumes, we are in the domain of the pure serene ; and his glorious faculties of scholarship and song compensate us for that of which his nature had too little and that of which it wantoned in excess. Many texts could be found in Landor's career for an essay upon amateurship in literature or art. As a rule, distrust the quality of that product which is not the result of legitimate professional labor. Art must be followed as a means of subsistence to render its cre- ations worthy, to give them a human element. Poetry is an unsubstantial worldly support; but true poets have frequently secluded themselves, like Milton, Cow- per, and Wordsworth, so that their simple wants were supplied ; or, plunging into life, have still made labor with the pen — writing for the stage or the press — a AMATEURSHIP IN ART. 59 means of living, enjoying the pleasure which comes from being in harness and from duty squarely per- formed. They plume themselves — et ego in Arcadia — upon sharing not only the transports, but the drudg- ery of the literary guild. Generally, I say, distrust writers who come not in by the strait gate, but clamber over the wall of amateurship. Literary men, who have had both genius and a competence, have so felt this that they have insisted upon the uttermost farthing for their work, thus maintaining, though at the expense of a reputation for avarice, the dignity of the profession, and legitimizing their own connection with it. This Landor was never able to do : his writing either was not remunerative, because not open to popular sympa- thy, or unsjmipathetic because not remunerative ; at all events, the two conditions went together. He began to write for the love of it, and was always, perforce, an amateur rather than a member of the guild. As he grew older, he would have valued a hundred pounds earned by his pen more than a thousand received from his estate ; but although he estimated properly the value of his work, and, thinking others would do the same, was always appropriating in advance hypotheti- cal earnings to philanthropic ends, he never gained a year's subsistence by literature ; and such of his works as were not printed at his own expense, with the excep- tion of the first two volumes of " Imaginary Conversa- tions,'' entailed losses upon the firms venturing their publication. But amateurship in Landor's case, enforced or chosen, did not become dilettanteism ; on the con- trary, it made him finely independent and original. His own boast was that he was a "creature who imi- tated nobody and whom nobody imitated; the man His work unremuner- ative. I^aytdor not a diiettant. 6o WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. His lane of nature. who walked through the crowd of poets and prose- men, and never was touched by any one's skirts." This haughty self-gratulation we cannot allow. No human being ever was independent, in this sense. Landor in his youth imitated Pope, and afterwards made beneficial study of Milton before reaching a manner of his own. Pindar, Theocritus, and Catullus, among the ancients, he read so closely that he could not but feel the influence of their styles. Yet he might justly claim that he had no part in the mere fashion of the day, and that he wrote and thought independent of those with whom he was on the most intimate and coadmiring terms. He often shed tears in the passion of his work, and his finest conceptions were the most spontaneous, — for his instinct with regard to beauty and the canons of literary taste had the precision of law itself. His poetic qualities, like his acquirements, were of the rare and genuine kind. He had a thorough sympathy with nature and a love for outdoor life. His biographer, while careful to de- tail the quarrels and imbroglios into which his temper betrayed him along the course of years, gives us only brief and fitful glimpses of his better and prevailing mood. Happily, Forster avails himself of Landor's letters to fill out his bulky volume, and hence cannot wholly conceal the striking poetic qualities of the man. Landor knew and loved the sky, the woods, and the waters; a day's journey was but an enjoyable walk for him; and he passed half his time roaming over the hills, facing the breeze, and composing in the open air. It was only, in fact, when quite alone that he could be silent enough to work. For trees he had a reverential passion. Read his Conversation with Pallavicini ; and examine that episode in his life, LOVE OF NATURE. 6( when he bought and tried to perfect the Welsh estate, and would have grown a forest of half a million trees, but for his own impracticability and the boorishness of the country churls about him. Unlike many re- flective poets, however, he never permits landscape to distract the attention in his figure-pieces, but with masterly art introduces it sufficiently to relieve and give effect to their dramatic purpose. That he is often tempted to do otherwise he confesses in a letter to Southey, and adds : " I am fortunate, for I never compose a single verse within doors, except in bed sometimes. I do not know what the satirists would say if they knew that most of my verses spring from a gate-post or a mole-hill." Trees, flowers, every growing thing was sacred to him, and informed with happy life. It was his wish and way "To let all flowers live freely, and all die. Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart. Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank. And not reproached me ; the ever-sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one grain of gold." His affection for dogs and other dumb creatures, like his understanding of them, is no less instinctive and sincere. Of all the Louis Quatorze rhymesters he tolerates La Fontaine only, "for I never see an animal," he writes, "unless it be a parrot or a mon- key or a pug-dog or a serpent, that I do not converse with it either openly or secretly.'' In the dialogue to which I have referred he pro- tests against the senseless imitation of Grecian archi- tecture in the cold climate of our North, — and this Affection /or aniTnals. 62 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. Classicism. Landar thoroughly modem, and a radical thinker. reminds me of I^andor's classicism and its relation to the value of his work. In Latin composition he excelled any contemporary, and was only equalled by Milton and a few others of the past. Latin, as I have shown, was at times the language of his thoughts, and, as he wrote for expression only, he loved to use it for his verse. Greek was less at his command, but he could always recall it by a fort- night's study, and his taste and feeling were rather Athenian than Roman. Undoubtedly, as judicious friends constantly were assuring him, he threw away precious labor in composing Latin epigrams, satires, and idyls ; yet his English style, like that of other famous masters, acquired a peculiar strength and nobleness from the influence of his classical diver- sions. He has not escaped the charge of valuing only what is old, and holding the antique fashion to be more excellent than that of his own period. Americans are sufficiently familiar with this conceit of shallow critics and self-made men ; yet the finest scholars I have known have been the most fervent patriots, the most advanced thinkers, the most vigor- ous lovers and frequenters of our forests, mountains, and lakes. With regard to Landor, never was a prej- udice so misapplied. He was essentially modern and radical, looking to the future rather than to the past, and was among the first to welcome and appreciate Tennyson, the Brownings, Margaret Fuller, Kossuth, and other poets and enthusiasts of the time. He was called an old pagan ; while in truth his boast was just, not only that he " walked up to the ancients and talked with them familiarly," but that he " never took a drop of wine or crust of bread in their houses." There was, to be sure, something of the HIS KNOWLEDGE. 63 Epicurean in the zest with which he made the most of life, and his nearness to nature may seem pagan to those whose idealism is that of the desk and closet only. " It is hard," he says of gunning, " to take what we cannot give; and life is a pleasant thing, at least to birds. No doubt the young ones say tender things one to another, and even the old ones do not dream of death." Landor's appetite for knowledge was insatiable, wor- thy of the era, and his acquisitions were immense. He gathered up facts insensibly and retained everything that he observed or read. Of history he was a close and universal student. As he possessed no books of reference, it is not surprising that his memory was occasionally at fault. De Quincey said that his learn- ing was sometimes defective, — but this was high praise from De Quincey, — and of his genius, that he always rose with his subject, and dilated, "like Satan, into Teneriffe or Atlas when he saw before him an an- tagonist wortliy of his powers." Landor is not so generous to himself, but afhrms, " I am a horrible compounder of historical facts I have usually one history that I have read, another that I have invented." In his " Imaginary Conversations " the invented history, like that of Shakespeare's, seems to me its own excuse for being. The philosophies of every age are no less at his tongue's end, and sub- ject to his wise discrimination. With unsubstantial metaphysics he has small patience, and believes that "we are upon earth to learn what can be learnt upon earth, and not to speculate upon what never can be." Politics he is discussing constantly, but has too broad and social a foothold to satisfy a partisan. What- soever things are just and pure, these he supports ; His knowl- edge. 64 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. His republi- canism. above all, his love of liberty is intense as Shelley's, Mazzini's, or Garibaldi's, and often as unreasoning. Always on the side of the poor and oppressed, he in- directly approves even regicide, but is so tender of heart that he would not really harm a fly. His indi- viduality was strong throughout, and he was able to maintain no prolonged allegiance to party, church, or state ; nay, not even to obey when he undertook obedi- ence, — for, although he was at munificent expense in a personal attempt to aid the Spanish patriots, and re- ceived an officer's commission from the Junta, he took offence almost at the outset, and threw up his command after a brief skirmishing experience on the frontier. He admired our own country for its form of govern- ment, but seemed to think Washington and Franklin its only heroic characters. If there was an exception to his general knowledge, it was with regard to America : like other Englishmen of his time, he had no ade- quate comprehension of men and things on this side of the Atlantic. Could he have visited us in his wanderings, the clear American skies, the free atmos- phere, and the vitality of our institutions would have rejoiced his spirit, and might have rendered him more tolerant of certain national and individual traits which, although we trust they are but for a season, served at a distance to excite his irritation and disdain. For criticism Landor had a determined bent, which displays itself in his essays, talk, and correspondence. The critical and creative natures are rarely united in one person. The greatest poets have left only their own works behind them, too occupied or too indiffer- ent to record their judgment of their contemporaries. But Landor lived in a critical age, and so acute was his sense of the fitness of things, that it impelled him CRITICAL POWERS. 65 to estimate and comment upon every literary produc- tion that came under his observation. In the warmth of his heart, he was too apt to eulogize the efforts of his personal friends ; but, otherwise considered, his writings are full of criticism than which there is nothing truer, subtler, or more comprehensive in the English tongue. He had, furthermore, a passion for scholarly notes and minute verbal emendation. In the former direction his scholia upon the classical texts are full of learning and beauty; but when he essayed philology, — of which he had little knowledge, in the modern sense, — and attempted to regulate the orthography of our language, the result was something lamentable. His vagaries of this sort, I need scarcely add, were persisted in to the exclusion of greater things, and partly, no doubt, because they seemed objection able to others and positively hindered his career. While the literary consciousness and thoroughly gen- uine art' of Lander's poetry are recognized by all of his own profession, much of it, like certain still-life painting, is chiefly valuable for technical beauty, and admired by the poet rather than by the popular critic. As one might say of Jeremy Taylor, that it was impos- sible, even by chance, that he could write profane or libidinous doctrine, so it seemed impossible for Landor, even in feeble and ill-advised moments, to compose anything that was trite or inartistic. The touch of the master, the quality of the poet, is dominant over all. His voice was sweet, and he could not speak un- musically, though in a rage. His daintiest trifles show this: they are found at random, like precious stones, sometimes broken and incomplete, but every one — so far as it goes — pure in color and absolutely without flaw. A slight object served him for a text, and in Technical excellence. 66 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. honor of a woman who pleased him, but who seemed far enough beneath him to ordinary eyes, he composed eighty-five lyrics that might have beguiled Diana. In discoursing upon elevated themes he was seized with that divine extravagance which possessed the bards of old ; and, in verse addressed to persons whom he loved or detested, he took the manner of his favor- ite classical lyrists, and in every instance went to the extreme of gallant compliment or withering scorn. His determination to have freedom from restraint, at all hazards and any cost, exhibits itself in his poetry and prose. Here he found a liberty, an independence of other rules than his own judgment or caprice, which he could not enjoy in daily life, — although in conduct, as in letters, he was so obstreperous and unpleasant an opponent that few cared to set themselves in his way. I repeat that, for all his great powers, he was a royal Bohemian in art, as throughout life, and never in poetry composed the ample work which he himself asserted is requisite to establish the greatness of a poet; yet, in a more barren period, one fourth as much as he accomplished sufficed for the reputation of Goldsmith, Collins, or Gray. With regard to the fame of Landor it may be said, that, while he has not reached a rank which embold- ens any publisher to issue a complete edition of his varied and extensive writings,' — and even his poems, alone, are not brought together and sold with BjTTon, ' At present, the best collection of Landor's works is that made in 1846 (2 vols. 8vo), of such as he himself then deemed worthy of preservation. A new edition has lately been printed. It con- tains the Imaginary Conversations, Citation of Shakespeare, Pen- tameron, Pericles and Aspasia, Gebir, the first series of Hellenics, and most of the author's dramatic and lyric poems which pre- HIS AUDIENCE. 67 Longfellow, Tennyson, and other public favorites, — it is certain, nevertheless, that he has long emerged from that condition in which De Quincey designated him as a man of great genius who might lay claim to a reputation on the basis of not being read. He has gnined a hearing from a fit audience, though few, which will have its successors through many genera- tions. To me his fame seems more secure than that of some of his popular contemporaries. If Landor himself had any feeling upon the subject, it was that time would yield him justice. No one could do better without applause, worked less for it, counted less upon it; yet when it came to him he was delighted in a simple way. It pleased him by its novelty, and often he pronounced it critical — because it was applause — and overestimated tlie bestower: that is, he knew the verdict of his few admirers was correct, and by it gauged their general understanding. He challenged his critics with a perfect consciousness of his own excellence in art ; yet only asserted his rights when they were de- nied him. In all his books there is no whit of coward- ice or whining. Nothing could make them morbid and jaundiced, for it was chiefly as an author that he had a religion and conscience, and was capable of self-denial. Landor's prolonged discouragements, however, made him contemptuous of putting out his" strength before people who did not properly measure him, and he felt all the loneliness of a man superior to his time. ceded its date of compilation. The later Hellenics, Last Fruit off an Old Tree, Hermc Idyls, Scenes for a Study, etc., can only be procured in separate volumes and pamphlets, and, in book- seller's diction, are fast becoming "rare," — January, 1875: a complete edition of Landor, in six volumes, is now announced for early publication by a London house. His attitude toward applause. 68 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. Desire Jor appreciation. In youth he once or twice betrayed a yearning for appreciation. How nobly and tenderly he expressed it! "I confess to you, if even foolish men had read 'Gebir,' I should have continued to write poetry; there is something of summer in the hum of insects." And again: "The fopularis aura, though we are ashamed or unable to analyze it, is requisite for the health and growth of genius. Had 'Gebir' been a worse poem, but with more admirers, and I had once filled my sails, I should have made many and per- haps more prosperous voyages. There is almost as much vanity in disdaining the opinion of the world as in pursuing it." He did not disdain it, but reconciled himself with what heart he might to its absence. In later years he asserted : " I shall have as many readers as I desire to have in other times than ours. I shall dine late ; but the dining-room will be well lighted, the guests few and select." Southey buried himself in work, when galled by his failure to touch the popular heart; Landor, in life and action, and in healthful Nature's haunts. The "Imaginary Conver- sations " were, to a certain degree, a popular suc- cess, — at least, were generally known and read by cultured Englishmen ; and for some years their author heartily enjoyed the measure of reputation which he then, for the first time, received. It was during this sunlit period that he addressed a noble ode to Joseph Ablett, containing these impulsive lines : — " I never courted friends or Fame ; She pouted at me long, at last she came, And threw her arms around my neck and said, 'Take what hath been for years delayed, And fear not that the leaves will fall One hour the earlier from thy coronal.' " 'THE LAST FRUIT OFF AN OLD TREE.' 69 Threescore years and ten. ' The Last Old Tree,' "853. Threescore years and ten are the natural term of Ufe, yet we find Landor at that point just leaving the meridian of his strength and splendor. When seventy-one, he saw his English writings collected under Forster's supervision, and his renown would have been no less if he had then sung his nunc di- mittis and composed no longer. Yet we could not spare that most poetical volume which appeared near the close of the ensuing year. At a dash, he made and printed the English version of his Latin Idyls, — written half a lifetime before. We already have classed the "Cupid and Pan," "Dryope," "The Chil- dren of Venus," with their companion-pieces, as a portion of his choicest work. Five years afterward he gathered up TTie Last Fruit off an Old Tree, and meant therewith to end his literary labors. To this I ^T"/' "■^'"' ^ Old T^ceV volume was prefaced the "Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher," — and who but Landor could have writ- ten the faultless and pathetic quatrain? " I strove with none, for none was worth my strife ; Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life ; It sinks, and I am ready to depart " Our author's prose never was more characteristic than in this book, which contained some modern dia- logues, much literary and political disquisition, and the delightful critical papers upon Theocritus and Catullus. The poetry consisted of lyrics and epistles, with a stirring dramatic fragment, — "The Cenci." Many a time thereafter the poet turned his face to the wall, but could not die: the gods were unkind, and would not send Iris to clip the sacred lock. He was compelled to live on till nothing but his voice was left him; yet, living, he could not be without ^o WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. "Dry sticks Fagoted" 1858. " Heroic Idyls" 1863. Kate Field. expression. In 1857-58 came a sorrowful affair at Bath, where the old man was enveloped in a swarm of flies and stopped to battle with them ; engaged at eighty-two in a quixotic warfare with people immeas- urably beneath him, and sending forth epigrams, like some worn-out, crazy warrior toying with the bow- and-arrows of his childhood. I am thankful to forget all this, when reading the classical dialogues printed in his eighty-ninth year, under the title of Heroic Idyls. Still more lately were composed the poetical scenes and dialogues given in the closing pages of his biography.' Deaf, lame, and blind, as Landor was, — qualis artifex periit ! The letters, poems, and criticisms of his last three years of life are full of thought and excellence. The love of song stayed by him ; he was a poet above all, and, like all true poets, young in feeling to the last, and fond of bringing youth and beauty around him. We owe to one enthusi- astic girl, in whom both these graces were united, a striking picture of the old minstrel with his foam- white, patriarchal beard, his leonine visage, and head not unlike that of Michael Angelo's " Moses " ; and it was to the fresh and eager mind of such a listener, with his own aesthetic sensibilities for the time well pleased, that he offered priceless fragments of wit ' Besides additions, in English, to the "Imaginary Conversa- tions," Landor wrote, in Italian, ^ dialogue entitled Savonarola. e il Priore di San Marco. It appeared in i860, but was speedily suppressed through Church influence, and the edition remained on his hands in sheets. The author's old prejudice against Plato breaks out in this pamphlet, quaintly and incongruously, but Mr. Swinburne justly says of the production that "it is a noble 'last fruit ' of the Italian branch of that mighty tree." DEATH OF THE LION. 71 and courtesy, and expounded the simply perfect can- ons of his verse. The finest thing we know of Swin- burne's Hfe is his pilgrimage to Italy and unselfish reverence at the feet of the incomparable artist, the unconquerable freeman, to whom he " Came as one whose thoughts half linger, Half run before ; The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore." To some who then for the first time knew Landor, and who were not endowed with the refined percep- tions of these young enthusiasts, the foibles of his latter days obscured his genius ; to us, at this dis- tance, they seem only the tremors of the dying lion. When, at the age of eighty-nine years and nine months, he breathed his last at Florence, it was in- deed like the death of some monarch of the forest, — most untamed when powerless, away from the region which gave him birth and the air which fostered his scornful yet heroic spirit. A. C. Swin- hime. W. S. L. died in FlaT' ence^ Sept, 17, 1864. CHAPTER III. THOMAS HOOD. — MATTHEW ARNOLD.— BRYAN WALLER PROCTER. Compara- tive criti- cism. Three poets. I. I BRING together the foregoing names of poets, whose works very clearly reflect certain phases of English life and literature. It would be difficult to select three more unlike one another in genius, mo- tive, and the results of their devotion to art, or any three whose relations to their period can be defined so justly by a process of contrast and comparison. This process is objectionable when we are testing the success of an author in the fulfilment of his own artistic purpose ; it has its use, nevertheless, in a general survey of the poetry of any given time. Here are the poet of sympathy, the poet of cul- tured intellect, and the born vocalist of lyric song. The first is thoroughly democratic in his expression of the mirth and tragedy of common life. The sec- ond equally represents his era, with its excess of cul- ture, subtile intellectuality, poverty of theme, reliance upon the beauty and wisdom of the past. His sym- pathies may be no less acute, but the popular in- stinct has deemed them loyal to his own class ; his humanity takes little note of individuals, but regards social and psychological problems in the abstract; as for his genius, it is critical rather than creative. The A POET OF THE HEART. n last of this trinity is delightful for the troubadour quality of his minstrelsy : a dramatist and song-writer, loving poetry for itself, possessing what the musician would call a genuine "voice," and giving blithe, un- studied utterance to his tuneful impulses. Hood is the poet of the crowd j Arnold, of the closet; Proc- ter, of the open air: — all are purely English, and belong to the England of a very recent day. II. Examining the work of these minor, yet representa- tive poets, we find that of Thomas Hood so attractive and familiar, that in his case the former qualification seems a distinction by no wide remove from the best of his contemporaries. He had a portion of almost every gift belonging to a true poet, and but for re- stricted health and fortune would have maintained a higher standard. His sympathetic instinct was espe- cially tender and alert ; he was the poet of the heart, and sound at heart himself, — the poet of humane sentiment, clarified by a living spring of humor, which kept it from any taint of sentimentalism. To read his pages is to laugh and weep by turns ; to take on human charity; to regard the earth mournfully, yet be thankful, as he was, for what sunshine falls upon it, and to accept manfully, as he did, each one's condition, however toilsome and suffering, under the changeless law that impels and governs all. Even his artistic weaknesses (and he had no other) were frolicsome and endearing. Much of his verse was the poetry of the beautiful, in a direction opposite to that of the metaphysical kind. His humor — not his jaded humor, the pack-horse of daily task-work, but 4 Thomas Hood: horn in London, May, 1799. n THOMAS HOOD. his humor at its best, which so lightened his pack of ills and sorrows, and made all England know him — was the merriment of hamlets and hostels around the skirts of Parnassus, where not the gods, but Earth's common children, hold their gala-days within the shadow. Lastly, his severer lyrical faculty was musi- cal and sweet: its product is as refined as the most exacting need require, and keeps more uniformly than other modern poetry to the idiomatic measures of English song. Hood failed in a youthful effort to master the drudgery of a commercial desk. He then attempted to practise the art of engraving, but found it ruin- ous to his health. It served to develop a pleasant knack of sketching, which was similar in quality and after-use to Thackeray's gift in that line, and came as readily to its owner. At last he easily drifted into the life of a working man of letters, and figured creditably, both as humorist and as poet, before the commencement of the present British reign. Yet that portion of his verse which is engrafted upon litera- ture as distinctively his own was not composed, it will be seen, until within the years immediately pre- ceding his death. He thus occupies a niche in the arcade along which our vision at present is directed. His youthful career, in fact, belongs to that in- terval when people were beginning to shake off the influence of Byron and his compeers, and to ask for something new. It is noticeable that the works of Keats, Shelley, and Coleridge separated themselves from the debris, and greatly affected the rising genera- tion of poets, inciting a reaction, from the passionate unrestraint of the romantic school, to the fastidious art of which Keats was the rarest and most intuitive HIS EARLY PRODUCTIONS. 75 master. The change was accelerated by such men as Leigh Hunt, — ^^then at his poetic meridian, and a clear, though somewhat gentle, signal-light between the future and the past. Hood's early and serious poems are of the artistic sort, evincing his adherence to the new method, and an eager study of Shake- speare and other Elizabethan models. At various times between 182 1 and 1830 were com- posed such pieces as "' Hero and Leander," — in the manner of " Venus and Adonis " ; " The Two Swans," " The Two Peacocks of Bedfont," and " The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies," — carefully written after the fashion of Spenser and his teachers ; " Lycus, the Cen- taur " ; numberless fine sonnets ; and a few lyrics, among which the ballad of " Fair Ines " certainly is without a peer. Much of this verse exhibits Hood's persistent defect, — a failing from which he never wholly recovered, and which was due to excess of nervous imagination, — that of overloading a poem with as much verbal and scenic detail as the theme and structure could be made to bear. Otherwise it is very charming: such work as then commended itself to poets, and which the modern public has been taught to recognize. " Lycus, the Centaur," for instance, reads like a production of the latest school ; and Hood's children, in their " Memorials " of the poet, justly term " The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies " a " most artistic poem," which " has latterly been more fairly appreciated in spite of its antiquated style." But his own public took little interest in these fanci- ful compositions of Hood's younger muse, however clearly they reveal the artist side of his nature, his delicate taste, command of rhythm, and devotion to his ideal. These traits were more acceptable in his Hoo^s early poems. 1821 - 30. 76 THOMAS HOOD. Lyrical hal- lads. The verbal school. shorter lyrics of that period, many of which were de- hcious, and beyond his own power to excel in later years. His ballads — contributed to the magazines and annuals, then in vogue, with which he was con- nected — are full of grace, simplicity, pathos, and spirit. All must acknowledge, with Poe, that " Fair Ines " is perfect of its kind. Take this exquisite ballad, and others, written at various dates throughout his life, — "It was not in the Winter,'' "Sigh on, sad Heart," "She's up and gone, the graceless Girl," "What can an old Man do but die .' " " The Death-Bed," "I Remember, I Remember," "Ruth," "Farewell, Life ! " ; take also the more imaginative odes to be found in his collected works, — such as those " To Melancholy " and " To the Moon " ; take these lyrical poems, and give them, after some consideration of present verse-making, a careful reading anew. They are here cited as his lyrical conceptions, not as work in what afterward proved to be his special field, and we shortly may dismiss this portion of our theme. I call these songs and ballads, poetry: poetry of the lasting sort, native to the English tongue, and attrac- tive to successive generations. I believe that some of them will be read when many years have passed away ; that they will be picked out and treasured by future compilers, as we now select and delight in the songs of Jonson, Suckling, Herrick, and other noble kinsmen. Place them in contrast with efforts of the verbal school, — all sound and color, conveying no pre- cise sentiment, vivified by no motive sweet with feeling or easeful with unstudied rhythm. Of a truth, much of this elaborate modern verse is but the curious fashion of a moment, and as the flower of grass : " the grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away." A TRUE GIFT OF HUMOR. 77 Although Hood took little recognition by the deli- cate poems which were the children nearest their begetter's heart, he at once gained the favor of his countrymen through that ready humor which formed so large a portion of his birthright. He had versa- tility, and his measures, however lacking in strength of imagination, exhibit humane and dramatic elements which we miss in those of his greatest contemporary. His fantastic image, though topped with the cap and bells, may well be garlanded with rue, and placed, like Garrick's, between the Muses of Comedy and Tragedy. He had the veritable gift of Humor, — that which makes us weep, yet smile through our tears. But how this faculty was overworked ! and how his verse was thinned and degraded, to suit the caprice of a rude public, by that treacherous facility which it seemed beyond his power rightly to control ! Hood's Odes and Addresses, his comic diversions in The London Magazine, and the pronounced success of Whims and Oddities (1826), gave him notoriety as a fun-maker, and doomed him either to starve, or to grimace for the national amusement during the twenty after-years of his toiling, pathetic life. The British always will have their Samson, out of the prison- house, to make them sport. Tickle the ribs of those spleen-devoured idlers or workers, in London and a score of dingy cities; dispel for a moment the in- sular melancholy; and you may command the pence of the poor, and the patronage, if you choose, of the rich and titled. But at what a sacrifice ! The mask of more than one Merryman has hidden a death's- head ; his path has slanted to the tomb, though strewn with tinsel and taffeta roses, and garish with all the cressets of the circus-ring. Whatever Hood HoocVs humor. Cp. " Poets 0/ Amer- ica " : pp. 258-260, 321. A jester hy profession. 78 THOMAS HOOD. His poorer •verse and prose. Coviic poetry. might essay, the public was stolidly expecting a quip or a jest. These were kindly given, though often poor as the health and fortunes of the jester ; and it is no marvel that, under the prolonged draughts of Hood's Own and the Comic Annuals, the beery mirth ran swipes. Even then it was just as eagerly received, for the popular sense of wit is none too nice, and the British commons retain their honest youthfulness, coarse of appetite, pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. There is no more sorrowful display of metrical literature — a tribute extorted from the poet who wrote for a living — than the bulk of his comic verses brought together in the volumes of Hood's remains. It was a sin and a shame to preser\re it, but there it lies, with all its wretched puns and nonsense of the vanished past, a warning to every succeeding writer ! To it might be added countless pages of equally valueless and trivial prose. Yet what clever work the man could do ! In extravaganzas like " The Tale of a Trumpet " his sudden laughter flashes into wit; and there are half -pensive, half -mirthful lyrics, such as "A Retrospective Review,'' and the "Lament for the Decline of Chivalry," thrown off no less for his own than for the public enjoyment, of which the humor is natural and refined : not that of our day, to be sure, but to be estimated with the author's nation- ality and time. The "Ode to Rae Wilson, Esquire," though long and loosely written, is an honest, health- ful satire, that would have delighted Robert Burns. In one sense the term " comic poetry " is a misno- mer. A poem often is just so much the less a poem by the amount it contains of puns, sarcasm, "broad grins," and other munitions of the satirist or farceur COMIC POETRY. 79 Yet the touch of the poet's wand glorifies the lightest, commonest object, and consecrates everything that is human to the magician's use. There is an imagina- tive mirth, no less than an imaginative wrath or pas- sion, and with this element Hood's most important satirical poem is charged throughout. The " Golden Legend " of " Miss Kilmansegg and her Precious Leg," as a sustained piece of metrical humor, is absolutely unique. The flexible metre takes the reader with it, from the first line to the last, and this is no small achievement. The poem is utterly unhampered, yet quite in keeping; tlie satire faithful and searching; the narrative an audacious, fanciful story; the final tragedy as grotesque as that of a Flemish Dance of Death. At first the poet revels in his apotheosis of gold, the subject and motive of the poem : the yellow, cruel, pompous metal lines the floor, walls, and ceil- ing of his structure ; it oozes, molten, from every break and crevice; the personages are clothed in it; threads of gold bind the rushing couplets together. What a picture of rich, auriferous, vulgar London life! Passages of grim pathos are scattered here and there, as by Thackeray in the prose satires of " Cath- erine" and "Barry Lyndon." When the murdered Countess's " spark, called vital," has departed, — when in the morning, ' "Her Leg, the Golden Leg, was gone, And the ' Golden Bowl was broken,' " — then comes the " Moral " of the jester's tale : — "Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered, and rolled; Heavy to get, and light to hold ; "Miss Kil- mansegg." 8o THOMAS HOOD. TJtackeray an-i Hood. Hoarded, bartered, bought, and sold. Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled: Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould ; Price of many a crime untold ; Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Good or bad a thousand-fold ! How widely its agencies vary — To save — to ruin — to curse — to bless — As even its minted coins express, Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary." The legend of the hapless Kilmansegg is known to every reader. Who can forget her auspicious pedi- gree, her birth, christening, and childhood, her acci- dent, her precious leg, her fancy-ball, her marriage a la mode, followed in swift succession by the Hogarth- ian pictures of her misery and death? The poem is full of rollicking, unhampered fancy ; long as it is, the movement is so rapid that it almost seems to have been written at a heat, — at least, can easily be read at a sitting. Though not without those, absurd lapses which constantly irritate us in the perusal of Hood's lighter pieces, it is the most lusty and char- acteristic of them all. Standing at the front of its author's facetious verse, it renders him the leading poet-humorist of his generation ; and, in a critical review of any generation, the elements of mirth and satire cannot be overlooked. Of course, we are now considering a time when the genius of Thackeray scarcely had made itself felt and known. The grave- and-gay ballads of the novelist were but the overflow of his masterful nature ; yet so bounteous was that overflow, so compounded of all parts which go to the making of a Shakespearean mind, that, brief and with- POVERTY UNFRIENDLY TO ART. out pretension as Thackeray's trifles are, more than one of them — for wit, grace, fancy, and other poetic constituents — is worth whole pages of the doggerel by which Hood earned his bread. What the latter did professionally the former executed with the airy lightness of a cavalier trying his sword-blade. Contrasting the taste revealed in Hood's lyrics with the paltriness of his comic jingles, it would seem that his deterioration might be due to the constant neces- sity for labor which poverty imposed upon him, and to the fact that his labor was in the department of journalism. Only the most unremitting toil could support him as a magazine-writer; he gained the ear of the public not so much by humor as by drollery, and joke he must, be the sallies wise or otherwise, or the fire would go out on the hearth-stone, and the wolf enter at the door. In his day it was the laugh- ter inspired by the actual presence of the comedian, upon the stage, that, in the nature of things, was measured at its worth and paid for. A few hundred pounds to the year were all that England gave the weary penman who could send a smile wreathing from Land's End to John o' Groat's. If a poet, or aspiring author, must labor for the daily subsistence of a family, it is well for his art that he should follow some other calling than jour- nalism ; for I can testify that after the day's work is over, — when the brain is exhausted and vagrant, and the lungs pant for air, and body and soul cry out for recreation, — the intellect has done enough, and there is neither strength nor passion left for imaginative composition. I have known a writer who deliberately left the editorial profession, for which he was adapted both by taste and vocation, and took up a pursuit 4* F Poverty UK' friendly to the Muse. Cp. " Poets of A itter- ica " : p. 26S. A uthorship and jour- nalisTH, 82 THOMAS HOOD. which bore no relation to letters ; hoping that author- ship would proffer him thenceforth the freshness of variety, that upon occasion of loss or trouble it might be his solace and recompense, and that, with a less jaded brain, what writing he could accomplish would be of a more enduring kind. It is so true, however, that one nail drives out another ! As an editor, this person was unable to do anything beyond his news- paper work ; as a business-man, with not the soundest health, and with his heart, of course, not fully in his occupation, he found himself neither at ease in his means, nor able to gain sturdier hours for literature than vigorous journalist-authors filch from recreation and sleep. Fortunate in every way is the aesthetic writer who has sufficient income to support him alto- gether, or, at least, when added to the stipend earned by first-class work, to enable him to follow art without harassment. For want of such a resource, poets, with their delicate temperaments, may struggle along from year to year, composing at intervals which other men devote to social enjoyment, rarely doing their best; possibly with masterpieces stifled in their brains till the creative period is ended; misjudged by those whom they most respect, and vexed with thoughts of what they could perform, if sacred common duties were not so incumbent upon them. * Nevertheless, if Hood's life had been one of scho- lastic ease, in all likelihood he would not have writ- ten that for which his name is cherished. He was eminently a journalist-poet, and must be observed in that capacity. Continuous editorial labor, beginning in 182 1 with his post upon The London Magazine, and including his management of The Comic Annual, Hood's Own, The JVeiv Monthly, and, lastly. Hood's LONDON'S POET. ^l Magazine, — established but little more than a year before his death, — this journalistic experience, doubt- less, gave him closer knowledge of the wants and emotions of the masses, and especially of the popu- lace in London's murky streets. Even his facetious poems depict the throng upon the walks. The sweep, the laborer, the sailor, the tradesman, even the dumb beasts that render service or companionship, appeal to his kindly or mirthful sensibilities and figure in his rhymes. Thus he was, also, London's poet, the nursling of the city which gave him birth, and now holds sacred his resting-place in her cemetery of Ken- sal Green. Like the gentle Elia, whom he resembled in other ways, he loved " the sweet security of streets," and well, indeed, he knew them. None but such as he could rightly speak for their wanderers and poor. The rich philanthropist or aristocratic author may honestly give his service to the lower classes, and endeavor by contact with them to enter into their feelings, yet it is almost impossible, unless nurtured yourself at the withered bosom of our Lady of Pov- erty, to read the language of her patient foster-chil- dren. The relation of almoner and beneficiary still exists, a sure though indefinable barrier. Hood was not exclusively a poet of the people, like Elliott or Be'ranger, but one who interpreted the popular heart, being himself a sufferer, and living from hand to mouth by ill-requited toil. If his culture divided him somewhat from the poor, he all the more endured a lack of that free confession which is the privilege of those than whom he was no ricKer. The genteel poor must hide their wounds, even from one another. Hood solaced his own trials by a plea for those "whom he saw suffer." A man of kindred genius, Londoi^s Poet. Fellowship of the poor. 84 THOMAS HOOD. the most potent of the band of humanitarian writers, who, in his time, sought to effect reform by means of imaginative art, also understood the poor, but chiefly through the memory of his own youthful expe- riences. In after years the witchery of prose-romance brought to Charles Dickens a competence that Hood never could hope to acquire. Most men of robust physical vigor, who have known privation, yield to luxury when they achieve success, and Dickens was no exception ; but his heart was with the multitude, he never was quite at home in stately mansions, and, though accused of snobbery in other forms, would admit no one's claim to patronize him by virtue of either rank or fortune. We readily perceive that Hood's modes of feeling resembled those which intensify the prose of Dickens, though he made no approach to the latter in reputa- tion and affluent power. Could Dickens have written verse, — an art in which his experiments were, for the most part, utter failures, — it would have been marked by wit and pathos like Hood's, and by graphic, Do- resque effects, that have grown to be called melodra- matic, and that give a weird strength to " The Dream of Eugene Aram," " The Haunted House," and to several passages in the death-scene of " Miss Kil- mansegg." Hood has nearly equalled Dickens in the analysis of a murderer's spectral conscience : — " But Guilt was my grim Chamberlain That lighted me to bed ; And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red ! "Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wingj HOOD AND DICKENS COMPARED. 85 But I never mark'd its morning fliglit, I never heard it sing : For I was stooping once again Under tlie horrid thing." The old Hall in "The Haunted House" is a coun- terpart to the shadowy grand-staircase in the Ded- lock Mansion, or to Mr. Tulkinghorn's chamber, — where the Roman points through loneliness and gloom to the dead body upon the floor. This poem is elaborate with that detail which, so painful and over-prolonged, gives force to many of Dickens's descriptive interludes, — such as, for instance, the opening chapter of " Bleak House." The poet and the novelist were fellow-workers in a melodramatic period, and there is something of stage effect in the marked passages of either. Take an example from "Miss Kilmansegg " : — "As she went with her taper up the stair, How httle her swollen eye was aware That the Shadow which followed was double! Or, when she closed her chamber door, It was shutting out, and forevermore. The world, — and its worldly trouble. "And when she quench'd the taper's light, How little she thought, as the smoke took flight. That her day was done, — and merged in a night Of dreams and duration uncertain, — Or, along with her own. That a Hand of Bone Was closing mortality's curtain ! " In extravagance, also, Dickens and Hood resembled each other, and it seems perfectly natural that the fantasies of both should be illustrated by the same Cruikshank or Phiz. Both, also, give us pleasant Alike in fnelodra' matic/eel- ing. Other re- seynhlances. 86 THOMAS HOOD. glimpses of England's greensward and hedge-rows, yet the special walk and study of each were in the streets and alleys of London; together they breathed the same burdened, whispering, emotional atmosphere of the monster town. They were of the circle which Jerrold drew around him, the London group of hu- mane satirists and poets. Theirs was no amateur or closet work, but the flower of zeal and fellow-craft, which binds the workmen's hearts together, and makes art at once an industry, a heroism, and a vitalizing faith. Our digression at length has brought us to the special group .of lyrics upon which Hood's fame indu- bitably rests. The manner of what I call his proper style had been indicated long before, in such pieces as " The Elm-Tree " and " The Dream of Eugene Aram," of which the former is too prolonged, a still- life painting, barren of human elements, — and the latter, as has been seen, a remarkable ballad, ap- proaching Coleridge's " Rime of the Ancient Mariner " in conception and form. In Hood's case the intel- lectual flames shone more brightly as his physical heat went out ; in the very shadow of death he was doing his best, with a hand that returned to the pure ideals of his youth, and a heart that gained increase of gentleness and compassion as its throbs timed more rapidly the brief remainder of his earthly sojourn. In his final year, while editor of Hood's Magazine, a jour- nal to which he literally gave his life, he composed three of the touching lyrics to which I refer : " The Lay of the Laborer," " The Lady's Dream," and " The Bridge of Sighs.'' The memorable " Song ■ of the Shirt " was written a few months earlier, having appeared anonymously in the preceding Christmas 'THE SONG OF THE SHIRT' 87 number of Punch. With regard to this poem the instinct of the author's devoted wife, who constituted, his first public, was prophetic when she said : " Now, mind, Hood, mark my words, this will tell wonder- fully ! It is one of the best things you ever did ! " No other lyric ever was written that at once laid such hold upon the finest emotions of people of every class or nationality, throughout the whole reading or listen- ing world, — for it drew tears from the eyes of princes, and was chanted to rude music by ballad-mongers in the wretchedest streets. The judgment of the people has rightly estimated the two last-named poems above their companion- pieces. They are the unequalled presentment of their respective themes, the expressed blood and agony of " London's heart." " The Song of the Shirt " was the impulsive work of an evening, and open to some technical criticism. But who so cold as to criticise it? Consider the place, the occasion, the despair of thousands Of working-women at that time, and was ever more inspired and thrilling sermon preached by a dying poet? With like sacredness of feeling, and superior melody, " The Bridge of Sighs " is a still more admirable poem. It is felicitously wrought in a metre before almost unused, and which few will henceforth have the temerity to borrow: "Who henceforth shall sing to thy pipe, O thrice-lamented ! who set mouth to thy reeds?" The tragedy of its stanzas lies at the core of our modern life. The woes of London, the mystery of London Bridge, the spirit of the materials used by Dickens or by Ainsworth in a score of turbid romances, — all these are concentrated in this pre cious lyric, as if by chemic process in the hollow of a ring. It is the sublimation of charity and forgiveness, " The Sang cfthe Shirt." "The Bridge of Sighs." 88 THOMAS HOOD. the compassion of the Gospel itself; the theme is here touched once and forever ; other poets who have essayed it, with few exceptions, have smirched their fingers, and soiled or crushed the shell they picked from the mud, in their very eifort to redeem it from pol- lution. The dramatic sorrow which attends the lot of womanhood in the festering city reaches its ultimate expression in " The Bridge of Sighs " and " The Song of the Shirt.'' They were the twin prayers which the suffering poet sent up from his death-bed, and, me- thinks, should serve as an expiation for the errors of his simple life. Our brief summary of the experience and work of Thomas Hood has shown that his more careful poetry is marked by natural melody, simplicity, and direct- ness of language, and is noticeable rather for sweet- ness than imaginative fire. There are no strained and affected cadences in his songs. Their diction is so clear that the expression of the thought has no resisting medium, — a high excellence in ballad-verse. With respect to their sentiment, all must admire the absolute health of Hood's poetry written during years of prostration and disease. He warbled cheering and trustful music, either as a foil to personal distress, — which would have been quite too much to bear, had he encountered its echo in his own voice, — or else through a manly resolve that, come what might, he would have nothing to do with the poetry of despair. The man's humor, also, buoyed him up, and thus was its own exceeding great reward. How prolonged his worldly trials were, — what were the privations and constant apprehensions of the lit- tle group beneath his swaying roof-tree, — something of this is told in the Memorials compiled by his DISTRESS AND HEROISM. 89 Tke poe^s distress and heroism. daughter, and annotated by his son, — the Tom Hood of our day : an imperfect and disarranged biography, yet one whicli few can read without emotion. Ill health lessened his power to work, and kept him poor, and poverty in turn reacted disastrously upon his health. Witli all his reputation he was a literary hack, whose income varied as the amount of writing he could execute in a certain time. To such a man, however, the devotion of his family, and the love of Jane Reynolds, — his heroic, accomplished wife, a woman in every way fit to be the companion of an artist and poet, — were abundant compensation for his patient struggle in their behalf. To the last mo- ment, propped up in bed, bleeding from the lungs, almost in the agony of death, he labored equally in a serious or sportive vein ; but while thousands were relishing his productions, they gave no delight to the anxious circle at home. One passage in the Memo- rials tells the whole sad story : " His own family never enjoyed his quaint and humorous fancies, for they were all associated with memories of illness and anxiety. Although Hood's Comic Annual, as he him- self used to remark with pleasure, was in every home seized upon, and almost worn out by the handling of little fingers, his own children did not enjoy it till the lapse of many years had mercifully softened down some of the sad recollections connected with it." The sorrow and anguish of the closing hours were not without their alleviation. His last letter was writ- ten to Sir Robert Peel, in gratitude for the pension conferred on Mrs. Hood. When it was known that he lay dying, public and private sympathy, for which he cared so greatly, comforted him in unnumbered ways. His friends, neighbors, brother-authors, read- Symfiathy of the Eng- lish people. 90 MATTHEW ARNOLD. T. H. died in Loftdott, May 3, 1845. ers, and admirers, throughout the kingdom, alike pro- foundly touched, gave him words of consolation as well as practical aid. A new generation has arisen since his death at the age of forty-six, but it is pleas- ant to remember the eagerness and generosity with which, seven years afterward, the English people con- tributed to erect the beautiful monument that stands above his grave. The rich gave their guineas ; the poor artisans and laborers, the needlewomen and dress-makers, in hosts, their shillings and pence. Be- neath the image of the poet, which rests upon the structure, are sculptured the words which he himself, with a still unsatisfied yearning for the affection of his fellow-beings, — and a beautiful perception of the act for which it long should be rendered to his mem- ory, —5 devised for the inscription : " He sang The Song of the Shirt." III. From the grave of Hood we pass to observe a liv- ing writer, in some respects his antipode, who deals with precisely those elements of modern life which the former had least at heart. It is true that Mat- thew Arnold, whose first volume was issued in 1848, had little reputation as a poet until some years after Hood's decease; but up to that time English verse was not marked by its present extreme variety, nor had the so-called school of culture obtained a foot- hold. Arnold's circumstances have been more favor- able than Hood's, and in youth his mental discipline was thorough; yet the humorist was the truer poet, although three fourths of his productions never should have been written, and although there scarcely is a A POET OF THE INTELLECT. 91 line of Arnold's which is not richly worth preserving. It may be said of Hood that he was naturally a bet- ter poet than circumstances permitted him to prove himself ; of Arnold, that through culture and good fortune he has achieved greater poetical successes than one should expect from his native gifts. His verse often is the result, not of " the first intention," but of determination and judgment ; yet his taste is so cultivated, and his mind so clear, that, between the two, he has o'erleapt the bounds of nature, and almost falsified the adage that a poet is born, not made. Certainly he is an illustrious example of the power of training and the human will. Lacking the ease of the lyrist, the boon of a melodious voice, he has, by a tour de force, composed poems which show little deficiency of either gift, — has won reputation, apd impressed himself upon his age, as the apostle of culture, spiritual freedom, and classical restraint. There is a passion of the voice and a passion of the brain. If Arnold, as a singer, lacks spontaneity, his intellectual processes, on the contrary, are spon- taneous, and sometimes rise to a loftiness which no mere lyrist, without unusual mental faculty, can ever attain. His head not only predominates, but exalts his somewhat languid heart. A poet once sang of a woman, — " Aifections are as thoughts to her," but thought with Arnold is poetical as affection, and in a measure supplies its place. He has an intellect- ual love for the good, beautiful, or true, but imparts to us a vague impression that, like a certain American statesman, he cares less for man in the concrete than for man in the abstract, — a not unusual phenomenon among aesthetic reformers. While admiring his de- A mold and Hood. A poet of the intellect. 92 MATTHEW ARNOLD. Wanting in lyrical flow. Arnold's poetic the- ory. lineations of Heine, the De Gudrins, Joubert, and other far-away saints or heroes, we feel that he pos- sibly may overlook some pilgrim at his roadside-doon Such is the effect of his writings, at this distance, and it is by his works that an artist chiefly should be judged. Through the whole course of Arnold's verse one searches in vain for a blithe, musical, gay, or serious off-hand poem : such, for example, as Thackeray's "Bouillabaisse,'' Allingham's "Mary Donnelly," Hood's "I Remember, I Remember," or Kingsley's "The Sands o' Dee." Yet he can be very nobly lyrical in certain uneven measures depending upon tone, and which, like " Philomela," express an ecstatic sensi- bility : — ' Hark ! ah, the nightingale ! The tawny-throated ! Hark ! from that moonlit cedar what a burst ! What triumph ! hark — what pain ! " Listen, Eugenia — How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves ! Again — thou hearest ! Eternal Passion ! Eternal Pain!" In other poems, which reveal his saddest or pro- foundest intellectual moods, he is subjective and refutes his own theory. For his work claims to be produced upon a theory, — that of epic or classical objectivity, well and characteristically set forth in the preface to his edition of 1854. Possibly this was written shortly after the completion of some purely objective poem, like " Sohrab and Rustum," and the theory deduced from the performance. An HIS LIMITATIONS. 93 objective method is well suited to a man of large or subtile intellect and educated tastes, who is deficient in the minor sympathies. Through it he can allow his imagination full play, and give a pleasure to readers without affecting that feminine instinct which really is not a constituent of his poetic mould. Arnold has little quality or lightness of touch. His hand is stiff, his voice rough by nature, yet both are refined by practice and thorough study of the best models. His shorter metres, used as the framework of songs and lyrics, rarely are successful ; but through youthful familiarity with the Greek choruses he has caught something of their irregular beauty. " The Strayed Reveller " has much of this unfettered charm. Arnold is restricted in the range of his affections ; but that he is one of those who can love very loyally the few with whom they do enter into sympathy, through consonance of traits or experiences, is shown in the emotional poems entitled " Faded Leaves " and " In- difference," and in later pieces, which display more lyrical fluency, " Calais Sands " and " Dover Beach." A prosaic manner injures many of his lyrics : at least, he does not seem clearly to distinguish between the functions of poetry and of prose. He is more at ease in long, stately, and swelling measures, whose graver movement accords with a serious and elevated pur- pose. Judged as works of art, " Sohrab and Rustum " and " Balder Dead " really are majestic poems. Their blank-verse, while independent of Tennyson's, is the result, like that of the " Morte d' Arthur," of its author's Homeric studies ; is somewhat too slow in Balder Dead, and fails of the antique simplicity, but is terse, elegant, and always in " the grand manner." His limita- tions. His blank- verse. " Balder Dead." 94 MATTHEW ARNOLD. Upon the whole, this is a remarkable production ; it stands at the front of all experiments in a field remote as the northern heavens and almost as glacial and clear. Fifty lines, which describe the burning of Bal- der's ship, — his funeral pyre, — have an imaginative grandeur rarely excelled in the " Idyls of the King." Such work is what lay beyond Hood's power even to attempt ; and shows the larger mould of Arnold's intel- lect. A first-class genius would display the varpng endowments of them both. Sohrab and Rustum is a still finer poem, because more human, and more complete in itself. The verse is not so devoid of epic swiftness. The powerful conception of the relations between the two chieftains, and the slaying of the son by the father, are tragical and heroic. The descriptive passage at the close, for diction and breadth of tone, would do honor to any living poet : — " But the majestic river floated on, Out of tlie mist and hum of that low land, Into the frosty starlight, and there moved, Rejoicing, through the hushed Chorasmian waste Under the solitary moon : he flowed Right for the Polar Star, past Orgunje, Brimming, and bright, and large: then sands begin To hem his watery march, and dam his streams, And split his currents ; that for many a league The shorn and parcelled Oxus strains along Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles, — Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain cradle in Pamere, A foiled circuitous wanderer : — till at last The longed-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea." PREFERENCE FOR THE ANTIQUE. 95 " Tristram and Iseult," an obscure, monotonous va- riation upon a well-worn theme, is far inferior to either of the foregoing episodes. " The Sick King in Bokhara " and " Mycerinus '' are better works, but Arnold's narrative poems, and the " Empedocles on P2tna,'' — his classical drama, — are studies, in an age which he deems uncreative, of as many forhis of early art, qnd successively undertaken in default of con- genial latter-day themes. Their author, a poet and scholar, offers, as an escape from certain heresies, and as a substitute for poetry of the natural kind, a recurrence to antique or mediaeval thought and forms. However well executed, is this a genuine addition to literature? I have elsewhere said that finished repro- ductions cannot be accepted in lieu of a nation's spontaneous song. Arnold thus explains his own position : " In the sincere endeavor to learn and practise, amid the bewildering confusion of our times, what is sound and true in poetical art, I seemed to myself to find the only sure guidance, the only solid footing, among the ancigflta- They, at any rate, knew what they wanted in Art, and we do not. It is this uncer- tainty which is disheartening, and not hostile criti- cism." This is frank and noteworthy language, but does not the writer protest too much ? Are not his sadness and doubt an unconscious confession of his own special restrictions, — restrictions other than those which, as he perceives, belong to England in her weary age, or those which, in a period of transi- tion from the phenomenal to the scientific, are com- mon to the whole literary world ? Were he a greater poet, or even a small, sweet singer, would he stop to reason so curiously? Rather would he chant and Objective thetiies. Preface to edition of ■8S4- 96 MATTHEW ARNOLD. His mental structure and atti~ tude. Cp." Poets of Atner- ica^' : //. 339-34'- chant away, to ease his quivering heartstrings of some impassioned strain. We cannot accept his implication that he was born too late, since by this very reflection of the unrest and bewilderment of our time he holds his represent- ative position in the present survey. The generation listens with interest to a thinker of his speculative cast. He is the pensive, doubting Hamlet of modern verse, saying of himself : " Dii me terrent, et Jupiter hostis I Two kinds of dilettanti, says Goethe, there are in poetry : he who neglects the indispensable mechan- ical part, and thinks he has done enough if he shows spirituality and feeling; and he who seeks to arrive at poetry by mere mechanism, in which he can acquire an artisan's readiness, and is without soul and matter. And he adds, that the first does the most harm to Art, and the last to himself." Quite as frankly Ar- nold goes on to enroll himself among dilettanti of the latter class. These he places, inasmuch as they pre- fer Art to themselves, before those who, with less rev- erence, exhibit merely spirituality and feeling. Here, let me say, he is unjust to himself, for much of his verse combines beautiful and conscientious workman- ship with the purest sentiment, and has nothing of dilettanteism about it. This often is where he for- sakes his own theory, and writes subjectively. " The Buried Life," " A Summer Night," and a few other pieces in the same key, are to me the most poetical of his efforts, because they are the outpourings of his own heart, and show of what exalted tenderness and ideality he is capable. A note of ineffable sadness still arises through them all. A childlike disciple of Wordsworth, he is not, like his master, a law and comfort to himself; a worshipper of Goethe, he at- MENTAL STRUCTURE AND ATTITUDE. 97 tributes, with unwitting egotism, his inability to vie with the sage of Weimar, not to a deficiency in his own nature, but to the distraction of the age : — " But we, brought forth and reared in hours Of change, alarm, surprise, — What shelter to grow ripe is ours? What leisure to grow wise ? " Too fast we live, too much are tried. Too harassed, to attain Wordsworth's sweet calm, or Goethe's wide And luminous view to gain." Arnold falters upon the march, conscious of a mission too weighty for him to bear, — that of spiritualizing what he deems an era of unparalleled materialism. The age is dull and mean, he cries, " The time is out of joint ; O, cursed spite ! That ever I was born to set it right." And as Hamlet, in action, was inferior to lesser per- sonages around him, he thus yields to introspection, while protesting against it, and falls behind the bard of a fresher inspiration, or more propitious time. In all this we discern the burden of a thoughtful man, who in vain longs to create some masterpiece of art, and whose yearning and self-esteem make him loath to acknowledge his limitations, even to himself. In certain poems, breathing the spirit of the tired scholar's query, — " What is the use ? " he betrays a suspicion that knowledge is not of itself a joy, and an envy of the untaught, healthy children of the wild. Extremes meet, and this is but the old reaction from over-culture ; the desire of the wrestler for new strength from Mother Earth. "The Youth of Nature," "The Youth of Man," and " The Future," are the fruit of 5 ° Reaction- from over- culture. 98 MATTHEW ARNOLD. Clougk and A mold. ' Thyrsi's.*' these doubts and longings, and, at times, half sick of bondage, he is almost persuaded to be a wanderer and freeman. " The Scholar Gipsy " is a highly poetical composition, full of idyllic grace, and equally subtile in the beauty of its topic and thought. The poet, and his poet-friend, Arthur Hugh Clough, in their wanderings around Oxford, realize that the life of the vagrant " scholar poor " was finer than their own : — " For early didst thou leave the world, with powers Fresh, undiverted to the world without. Firm to their mark, not spent on other things : Free from the sick fatigue, the languid doubt. Which much to have tried, in much been baflSed, brings. O Life, unlike to ours ! " In after years Clough himself broke away somewhat from the trammels which these lines deplore. Arnold says of him, in "Thyrsis," " It irked him to be here, — he could not rest. He loved each simple joy the country yields. He loved his mates ; but yet he could not keep, For that a shadow lowered on the fields. He went ! " But even Clough made no such approach as our own Thoreau to the natural freedom of which he was by spells enamored. And who can affirm that Thoreau truly found the secret of content .? Was not his ideal, even as he seemed to clutch it, as far as ever from his grasp ? " Thyrsis," Arnold's more recent idyl, — " a monody to commemorate the author's friend," — is the exqui- site complement of "The Scholar Gipsy." It is another, and one of the best, of the successful Eng- THE CRITICAL FACULTY IN POETS. 99 lish imitations of Bion and Moschus ; among which " Lycidas " is the most famous, though some question whether Swinburne, in his " Ave atque Vale," has not surpassed them all. Before the appearance of the last-named elegy, I wrote of " Tliyrsis " that it was noticeable for exhibiting the precise amount of aid which classicism can render to the modern peet. As a threnode, nothing comparable to it had then appeared since the " Adonais " of Shelley. If not its author's farewell to verse, it has been his latest poem of any note ; and, like " The Scholar Gipsy," probably ex- hibits the highest reach of melody, vigor, and imagi- nation, which it is within his power to show us. That the bent of Arnold's faculty lies in the direc- tion rather of criticism and argument than of imagi- native literature, is evident from the increase of his prose-work in volume and significance. Some of the most perfect criticism ever written is to be found in his essays, of which that " On Translating Homer " will serve for an example. He carries easily in prose those problems of religion, discovery, and aesthetics which so retard his verse ; is thoroughly at home in polemic discussion, and a most keen and resolute opponent to all who heretically gainsay him. The critical faculty is not of itself incompatible with im- aginative and creative power. We are indebted for lasting ffisthetic canons to great poets of various eras. Even the fragmentary comments and marginalia of Goethe, Byron, Landor, Coleridge, etc., are full of point and suggestion. For one, I believe that, as able lawyers are the best judges of a lawyer's powers and attainments, so the painters, sculptors, musicians, and poets are most competent to decide upon the merits of works in their respective departments of art, — Prose- writings, T/te criti- cal/acuity ill poets, Cp.'^ Poets of A tner- ica " ." //. 326-338. lOO BRYAN WALLER PROCTER. Bryan Wal- ler Procter : bam in fVilishire, KOV, 21, 1787. though not always, being human, openly honest and unprejudiced. Doubtless many lawyers will assent to the first portion of this statement, and scout the remainder. But, at all events, poets, like other men, are wont to become more thoughtful as they grow older, and I do not see that the work of the masters has suffered for it. Arnold, however, is so much greater as a writer of critical prose than as a poet, that people have learned where to look for his genius, and where for his talent and sensibility. His essays are illuminated by his poetic imagina- tion, and he thus becomes a better prose-writer than a mere didactician ever could be. In fine, we may regard Matthew Arnold's poetry as an instance of what elevated verse, in this period, can be written, with comparatively little spontaneity, by a man whose vig- orous intellect is etherealized by culture and deliber- ately creates for itself an atmosphere of " sweetness and light." IV. A WIDE leap, indeed, from Matthew Arnold to "Barry Cornwall," — under which familiar and mu- sical lyronym Bryan Waller Procter has had more singers of his songs than students of his graver pages. No lack of spontaneity here! Freedom is the life and soul of his delicious melodies, composed during thraldom to the most prosaic work, yet tune- ful as the carols of a lark upon the wing. It is hard to think of Procter as a lawyer, who used to chant to himself in a London omnibus, on his daily jour- neys to and from the city. He is a natural vocalist, were it not for whom we might almost affirm that SPECIAL QUALITY OF THE SONG. lOI song-making, the sweetest feature of England's most poetical period, is a lost art, or, at least, suspended during the present reign. There never was a time when little poems were more abundant, or more care- fully finished, but a lyric may be exquisite and yet not possess the attributes of a successful song. I can recall a multitude of such productions, each well worth a place in any lyrical " treasury " ; among them, some that are graceful, touching, refined to per- fection ; yet all addressed as much to the eye as to the ear,' — to be read with tone and feeling, it may be, but not really demanding to be sung. The special quaUty of the song is that, however carelessly fash- ioned, it seems alive with the energy of music ; the voice of its stanzas has a constant tendency to break into singing, as a bird, running swiftly, breaks into flying, half unawares. You at once associate true songs with music, and if no tunes have been set to them, they haunt tlie mind and "beat time to noth- ing " in the brain. The spirit of melody goes hunt- ing for them, just as a dancing-air seeks and enters the feet of all within its circuit. Procter's lays have this vocal quality, and are of the genuine kind. To freedom and melody he adds more refinement than any song-writer of his time, and has a double right to his station in the group under review. His stanzaic poems have, in fact, the rare merit of uniting the grace and imagery of the lyric to the music and fashion of song. It is well to look at this conjunction. The poet Stoddard, in a preface to his selection of English Madrigals, pronounces the lyric to be " a purer, as it certainly was an earlier, mani- festation of the element which underlies the song," and says that " there are no songs, modernly speak- Special quality of the song. *' Melodies and Madri- gals,^^ New York, 1866. I02 BRYAN WALLER PROCTER. Barry Corn- wall a lyrist and true song-writer. ing, in Shakespeare and the Elizabethan dramatists, but lyrics in abundance." His distinction between a lyric and a song is that the one is " a simple, un- studied expression of thought, sentiment, or passion; the other its expression according to the mode of the day." Unquestionably the abundant songs of the eighteenth century, and those, even, of the gen- eration when Moore was at his prime, are greatly in- ferior as poetry to the lyrics of the early dramatists. Yet, were not the latter songs as well, save that the mode of their day was more delicate, ethereal, fine, and strong? It seems to me that such of the early lyrics as were written to music possess thereby the greater charm. And the songs of Barry Cornwall, beyond those of any other modern, have an excel- lence of " mode " which renders them akin to the melodies of Shakespeare, Marlowe, Jonson, Heywood, Fletcher, and to the choicer treasures of Davison, and of the composers, Byrd, Wilbye, and Weelkes. They are, at once, delightful to poets and dear to the singing commonalty. I refer, of course, to their pervading character. It may be that none are so ab- solutely flawless as the Bugle-Song of Tennyson. The melody and dying fall of that lyric are almost with- out comparison this side of Amiens' ditties in " As You Like It" and Ariel's in "The Tempest." But how few there afe of Procter's numerous songs which stand lower than the nearest place beneath it ! Many of them excel it in swiftness, zest, outdoor quality, and would be more often trolled along the mountain- side, upon the ocean, or under the greenwood-tree. The fountain of Procter's melody has not so long been sealed as to exclude him from our synod of the Hater poets, although — how strange it seems! — he. LEIGH HUNT. 103 was the schoolfellow of Byron at Harrow, and won popular successes when he was the friend and as- sociate of Hunt, Lamb, and Keats. Born ten years earlier than Hood, he was before the public in time to act the prophet, and in the dedication of " The Genealogists " predicted the humorist's later fartie. He dates back in years, not in literature, almost as far as Landor, and like him was among the foremost to discern the new spirit of poetry and to assist in giving it form. In a preface to his " Dramatic Scenes " he tells us : " The object that I had in view, when I wrote these scenes, was to try the effect of a more natural style than that which has for a long time pre- vailed in our dramatic literature. I have endeavored to mingle poetical imagery with natural emotion." Like Landor, also, he performed some of his best work at dates well toward the middle of this cen- tury; in fact, it is upon songs given to the public during the fourth and fifth decades that his influence and fame depend. This has led me to consider him among recent poets, rather than in his youthful atti- tude as the pupil of Leigh Hunt. Hunt's poetic mission (taken apart from his career as a radical) was of note between 18 15 and 1830, and was that of a propagandist. Without much originality, he was a poet of sweetness, fluency, and sensibility, who became filled with the art-spirit of Keats and his masters, and both by precept and example was a potent force in its dissemination. Beyond the posi- tion attained as a shining light of what was derisively called "The Cockney School," Leigh Hunt made little progress. He lived, it is true, until 1859, — a writer of dainty verse and most delightful prose, beloved by the reading world, and viewed with a queer mixture A pioneer. James Henry Leigh Hunt. 1784-1839. 104 BRYAN WALLER PROCTER. of pity, reverence, and affection, by his younger brethren of the craft. Procter's early studies were influenced by Keats and Hunt, to whose work he was attracted by affinity with. the methods of their Eliza- bethan models, as opposed to those of Byron and Scott. His nature, also, was too robust — and too aesthetic — to acquire any taste for the metaphysical processes of Wordsworth, which were ultimately to shape the mind, even as Keats begat the body, of the idyllic Victorian School. The fact that Procter's genius was essentially dramatic finally gave him a position inde- pendent of Keats, and, against external restrictions, drew him in advance of Hunt, who — whatever he may have been as critic and essayist — was in ^ome respects the lesser poet. Nevertheless, those restrictions com- pelled Procter, as Landor was compelled, to forego the work at which he would have been greatest, and to exercise his gift only in a fragmentary or lyrical man- ner. He found the period, between the outlets of expression afforded by the newspaper and the novel, unsuited to the reception of objectively dramatic verse, though well enough disposed toward that of an intro- spective kind. In short, Procter at this time was — as Miss Hillard has felicitously entitled his early friend, Thomas Lovell Beddoes — a " strayed singer,'' — an Elizabethan who had wandered into the nineteenth century. His organization included an element of practical common-sense, which led him to adapt him- self, as far as possible, to circumstances, and, forbear- ing a renewal of sustained and lonely explorations, to vent his natural impulses in the " short swallow-flights of song " to which he owes his reputation. The love of minstrelsy is perpetual. Barry Cornwall, the song- writer, has found a place among his people, and EARLY WRITINGS. 105 developed to the rarest excellence at least one faculty of his poetic gift. But we have, first, to consider him as a pupil of the renaissance : a poet of what may be termed the interregnum between Byron and Tennyson, — for the Byronic passion is absolutely banished from the idyllic strains of Tennyson and his followers, who, neverthe- less, betray the influences of Wordsworth and Keats in wedded force. Procter's early writings were em- braced in three successive volumes of Dramatic Scenes, etc., which appeared in 1819-21, and met with a friendly reception. Some of the plays were headed by quotations from Massinger, Webster, and such dramatists, and otherwise indicated the author's choice of models. His verse, though uneven, was occasion- ally poetical and strong. There is breadth of hand- ling in these lines from " The Way to Conquer " : — "The winds Moan and make music tlirough its halls, and there The mountain-loving eagle builds his home. But all 's a waste : for miles and miles around There 's not a cot." An extract from a poem entitled " Flowers " has the beauty of favorite passages in "The Winter's Tale" and "A Midsummer-Night's Dream," — the flavor and picturesque detail of Shakespeare's blossomy descrip- tions : — " There the rose unveils Her breast of beauty, and each delicate bud O' the season comes in turn to bloom and perish. But first of all the violet, with an eye Blue as the midnight heavens, the fra-il snowdrop, Born of the breath of Winter, and on his brow Fixed like a pale and solitary star ; 5* His early ivritings, 1819-21. io6 BRYAN WALLER PROCTER. Influence upon othtr poets. The languid hyacinth, and wild primrose, And daisy trodden down like modesty ; The foxglove, in whose drooping bells the be Makes her sweet music ; the narcissus (named From him who died for love) ; the tangled woodbine, Lilacs, and flowering limes, and scented thorns. And some from whom voluptuous winds of June Catch their perfumings." It may be noted that Procter's early verse had an effect upon poets who have since obtained distinction and who improved on the hints afforded them. Two of the pieces in the first and second volumes, " A Vision " and " Portraits," contain the germs of Ten- nyson's " Dream of Fair Women," and of his best- known classical poem. The " Lines to " and " Lines on the Death of a Friend " bear a striking resemblance in metre, rhythm, and technical " effects " to those wild and musical lyrics written long after- ward by Edgar A. Poe, " The Sleeper " and " The City in the Sea.'' In several of his metrical tales, Procter, no less than Keats and Hunt, went to that Italian source which, since the days of Chaucer, has been a fountain-spring of romance for the poet's use. His "Sicilian Story" is an inferior study upon the theme of Keats's " Isabella " ; and some of his other themes from Boccaccio have been handled by later poets, — the story of " Love Cured by Kindness," by Mrs. Lewes, and that of "The Falcon," by our own Longfellow. Among his dramatic sketches, "The Way to Conquer," "The Return of Mark Antony," and especially " Julian the Apostate," have admirable scenes; their verse displays simplicity, passion, sen- suousness ; one derives from them the feeling that their author might have been a vigorous dramatic poet in a more suitable era. As it was, he stood in MELODIOUS LYRICS. 107 the front rank of his contemporaries, not only as one of the brilliant writers for The London Magazine, but respected by practical judges who cater for the public taste. His stage tragedy, Mirandola, was brought out at the Covent Garden theatre, apparently with suc- cess. Macready, Charles Kemble, and Miss Foote figured in the cast It is an acting drama, with a plot resembling that of Byron's " Parisina." A volume of two years' later date exhibits less progress in con- structive power. It contained " The Flood of Thes- saly," "The Girl of Provence," "The Letter of Boc- caccio," "The Fall of Saturn," etc., — poems which show greater finish, but little originality, and more of the influence of Hunt and Keats. Throughout the five books under review, the blank-verse, some- times effective, as in " Marcelia," is often jagged and diffuse. The classical studies are not equal to those of the poet's last-named associate. In Procter's lyrical verses, however, we now begin to see the groundwork of his later eminence as a writer of Eng- lish songs. Among the sweetest of these melodies waa " Golden- tressed Adelaide," a ditty warbled for the gentle child whose after-career was to be a dream-life of poesy and saintliness, ending all too early, and bearing to his own the relation of a song within a song. I give the opening stanza : — " Sing, I pray, a little song, Mother dear ! Neither sad, nor very long: It is for a little maid. Golden-tressed Adelaide ! Therefore let it suit a merry, merry ear, Mother dear ! " Miran- dola" 1821. Adelaide Anne Procter. io8 BRYAN WALLER PROCTER. Tile poefs home. The poet had married, it is seen, and other chil- dren blessed his tranquil home, where life glided away as he himself desired, gently : — " As we sometimes glide, Through a quiet dream ! " The most perfect lyric ever addressed by a poet to his wife is tjie litde song, known, through Neu- komm's melody, in so many homes : — " How many summers, love. Have I been thine ? " The final stanza is exquisite : — "Ah! — with what thankless heart I mourn and sing ! Look, where our children start, Like sudden Spring ! With tongues all sweet and low, Like a pleasant rhyme. They tell how much I owe To thee and Time ! " After Procter's marriage his muse was silent for a while ; partly, no doubt, from a growing conviction that no mission was then open to a dramatic poet • partly, from the necessity for close professional work, under the domestic obligations he had assumed. What was lost to art was gained in the happiness of the artist's home ; and if he escaped the discipline of learning in suffering what he taught in song, I, for one, do not regret this enviable exception to a very bitter rule. The Muse cannot be wholly banished, even by the strong felicity of wedded love. She enters again and again, and will not be denied. Barry Cornwall's voice THE DRAMATIC AND LYRICAL FACULTIES. 109 came back to him, after a moulting period ; and although he wrote no plays, he exercised it in that portion of dramatic composition which, like music in every-day life, is used as a relief and beguilement, — the utterance of expressive song. Dramatic poetry, embracing in completeness every department of verse, seems to reach a peculiar excel- lence in its lyrical interludes. Procter says that " the songs which occur in dramas are generally more nat- ural than those which proceed from the author in person," and gives some reasons therefor. My own belief is that the dramatic and lyrical faculties are correlative, a lyric being a dramatic and musical out- burst of thought, passion, sorrow, or delight ; and never was there a more dramatic song-writer than is Barry Cornwall. His English Songs appeared at a time when, — setting aside the folk-minstrelsy of Scot- land and Ireland, — the production of genuine lyrics for music was, as we have seen, almost a lost art. He declared of it, however, " The spring will re- turn ! " and was the fulfiller of his own prediction. By the agreement of musicians and poets, his songs, whether as melodies or lyrics, approach perfection, and thousands of sweet voices have paid tribute to their beauty, unconscious of the honeyed lips from which it sprung. Mr. Stoddard — than whom there is no higher authority with respect to English lyrical poetry — judges Procter to be its " most consummate master of modem days " : in fact, he questions " whether all the early English poets ever produced so many and such beautiful songs as Barry Corn- wall," and says that " a selection of their best would be found inferior as a whole to the one hundred and seventy-two little songs in Mr. Procter's volume, — The dra- matic and lyrical/ac- uities re- lated. no BRYAN WALLER PROCTER. ProcieT^s "English So7tgs^* 1832. narrower in range, less abundant in measures, and in- finitely less pure as expressions of love." There are many who would demur to this compar- ative estimate, and for whom the starry Elizabethan lyrics still shine peerless, yet they too are charmed by the spirit, alternately tender and blithesome, of Procter's songs ; by their unconscious grace, change- ful as the artless and unexpected attitudes of a fair girl; by their absolute musical quality and compre- hensive range. They include all poetic feelings, from sweetest melancholy to "glad animal joy." Some heartstring answers to each, for each is the fine ex- pression of an emotion; nor is the emotion simulated for the song's sake. Now, how different in this re- spect are Barry Cornwall's melodies from the still- life lyrics, addressing themselves to the eye, of many recent poets ! How assured in their audible loveli- ness ! Sometimes fresh with the sprayey breeze of ocean, and echoing the innumerous laughter of waves that tumble round the singer's isle: — "The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies. "I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more, And backwards flew to her billowy breast. Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest; And a mother she was and is to me; For I was born on the open sea ! " It is a human soul that wanders with "The Stormy 'ENGLISH SONGS.' Ill Petrel," dips its pinions in the brine, and has the lib- erty of Prospero's tricksy spirit, " be 't to fly, to swim, to dive": — " A thousand miles from land are we, Tossing about on the roaring sea; From billow to bounding billow cast, Like fleecy snow on the stormy blast: Up and down ! Up and down ! From the base of the wave to the billow's crown, And amidst the flashing and feathery foam The Stormy Petrel finds a home ! " The zest and movements of these and a few kindred melodies have brought them into special favor. Their virile, barytone quality is dominant in the superb " Hunting Song," with its refrain awakening the lusty morn : — " Now, thorough the copse, where the fox is found. And over the stream, at a mighty bound, And over the high lands, and over the low. O'er furrows, o'er meadows, the hunters go ! Away ! — as a hawk flies full at its prey, So flieth the hunter, away, — away! From the burst at the cover till set of sun, When the red fox dies, and — the day is done! Hark, hark I — What sound on the wind is borne? 'Tis the conquering voice of the hunter's horn. The horn, — the horn ! The merry, bold voice of the hunter's horn." Procter's convivial glees are the choruses of robust and gallant banqueters, and would stifle in the throat of a sensual debauchee. The Vine Song, — " Sing ! — Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings ? " — Fresk and tmoyant fnusic. 112 BRYAN WALLER PROCTER. Lyrical variety. has the buoyancy of Wolfe's favorite, " How stands the Glass around ? " Among the rest, " Drink, and fill the Night with Mirth ! " and " King Death " are notable, the first for its Anacreontic lightness, and the last for a touch of the grim revelry which so fas- cinates us in " Don Giovanni," and reflects a perfectly natural though grotesque element of our complex mould. In one of the many editions of Barry Cornwall's lyrical poems I find two hundred and forty songs, of surprising range and variety: songs of the chase, the forest, and the sea ; lullabies, nocturnes, greetings, and farewells ; songs of mirth and sorrow ; few martial lays, but many which breathe of love in stanzas that are equally fervent, melodious, and pure. Some have a rare and subtile delicacy, so characteristic of this poet as at once to mark their authorship. Such is the melody, commencing " Sit down, sad soul, and count The moments flying " ; such, also, " A Petition to Time " ; and such the lyric, entitled " Life," the beautiful dirge, " Peace ! what can Tears avail.?" and "The Poet's Song to his Wife,': — already quoted. Another class of songs, to which earlier reference has been made, mostly composed in a major key, may fairly be compared with the work of other poets. Bayard Taylor's early lyrics, " The Mar- iners " and "Wind at Sea," have the same clear, healthy ring, and his " Bedouin Song," in fine poetic quality, is not excelled by any similar effort of the British lyrist. Again, without knowing the author, we might assume that Emerson had traced the royal lines descriptive of " The Blood Horse " : — HIS OLD AGE. "3 " Garaarra is a dainty steed, Strong, blacli, and of a noble breed. Full of fire, and full of bone. With all his line of fathers known ; Fine his nose, his nostrils thin, But blown abroad by the pride within I His mane is like a river flowing, And his eyes like embers glowing In the darkness of the night. And his pace as swift as light." More than other poets, Barry Cornwall tempts the writer to linger on the path of criticism and make selection of the jewels scattered here and there. Like the man in the enchanted cavern, one cannot refrain from picking up a ruby or an emerald, though forbidden by the compact made. The later chips from Procter's dramatic workshop are superior to his early blank-verse in wisdom, strength, and beauty. It is a pity, that, after all, they are but " Dramatic Fragments," and not passages taken from complete and heroic plays. Bryan Waller Procter, restricted from the production of such masterworks, at least did what he could. For some years before his recent death the world listened in vain for the voice of this sweet singer. He lingered to an extreme old age : a white-haired, silent minstrel, into whose secluded mind the reproach would have fallen unheeded, had the rosy-cheeked boys, whom Heine pictures, sprung around him, placed the shattered harp in his trembling hand, and said, laughing, " Thou indolent, gray-headed old man, sing us again songs of the dreams of thy youth ! " " Dramatic Frag- menisJ" B. W. P. died in Lon" don, Oct. 4, 1874. CHAPTER IV. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. A spiritttal tempera- ment. I. THERE are some poets whom we picture to our- selves as surrounded with aureolas ; who are clothed in so pure an atmosphere that when we speak of them, — though with a critical purpose and in this exacting age, — our language must express that tender fealty which sanctity and exaltation compel from all mankind. We are not sure of our judgment : ordinary tests fail us ; the pearl is a pearl, though discolored ; fire is fire, though shrouded in vapor, or tinged with murky hues. We do not see clearly, for often our eyes are blinded with tears ; — we love, we cherish, we revere. The memory and career of Elizabeth Barrett Brown- ing appear to us like some beautiful ideal. Nothing is earthly, though all is human ; a spirit is passing before our eyes, yet of like passions with ourselves, and encased in a frame so delicate that every fibre is alive with feeling and tremulous with radiant thought. Her genius certainly may be compared to those sensi- tive, palpitating flames, which harmonically rise and fall in response to every sound-vibration near them. Her whole being was rhythmic, and, in a time when art is largely valued for itself alone, her utterances were the expression of her inmost soul. THE CHIEF OF WOMAN-POETS. IIS I have said that while the composite period has exhibited many phases of poetic art, it is not difficult, with respect to each of them taken singly, to find some former epoch more distinguished. The Elizabethan age surpassed it in dramatic creation, and in those madrigals and canzonets which — to transpose Men- delssohn's fancy — are music without harping ; the Protectorate developed more epic grandeur, — the Georgian era, more romantic sentiment and strength of wing. Recent progress has been phenomenal, chiefly, in variety, finish,' average excellence of work. To this there is one exception. The Victorian era, with its wider range of opportunities for women, has been illumined by the career of the greatest female poet that England has produced, — nor only England, but the whole territory of the English language ; more than this, the most inspired woman, so far as known, of all who have composed in ancient or modern tongues, or flourished in any land or time. What have we of Sappho, beyond a few exquisite fragments, a disputed story, the broken strings of a remote and traditional island-lyre ? Yet, from Sappho down, including the poetry of Southern and Northern Europe and the whole melodious greensward of Eng- lish song, the remains of what woman are left to us, which in quantity and inspiration compete with those of Mrs. Browning? What poet of her own sex, ex- cept Sappho, did she herself find worthy a place ■ among the forty immortals grouped in the hemicycle of her own " Vision of Poets " ? Take the volume of her collected writings, — with so much that we might omit, with so many weaknesses and faults, — and what riches it contains ! How different, too, from other recent work, thoroughly her own, eminently that of a ii6 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Heryears qfunmar- ' ried life. EUztzlieth Barrett Barrett : born at Hope Evd, near Led- bury^ 1809. "An Essay on Mi?id, ivith Other Poems" woman, — a Christian sibyl, priestess of tlie melody, heroism, and religion of the modern world! II. What is the story of her maidenhood? Not only of those early years which, no matter how long we continue, are said to make up the greater portion of our life ; but also of an unwedded period which lasted to that ominous year, the thirty-seventh, which has ended the song of other poets at a date when her own — so far as the world heard her — had but just begun. How grew our Psyche in her chrysalid state ? For she was like the insect that weaves itself a shroud, yet by some inward force, after a season, is impelled to break through its covering, and come out a winged tiger-moth, emblem of spirituality in its birth, and of passion in the splendor of its tawny dyes. Elizabeth Barrett Barrett was born of wealthy par- ents, in 1809, and began her literary efforts almost contemporaneously with Tennyson. Apparently, — for the world has not yet received the inner history of a life, which, after all, was so purely intellectual that only herself could have revealed it to us, — appar- ently, I say, she was the idol of her kindred ; and especially of a father who wondered at her genius and encouraged the projects of her eager youth. Otherwise, although she was a rhymer at the age of ten, how could she have published, in her seventeenth year, her didactic Essay, composed in heroics after the method of Pope? Apparently, too, she had a mind of that fine northern type which hungers after learning for its own sake, and to which the study of books or nature is an instinctive and insatiable de- READING AND THE IMAGINATION. ii; sire. If Mrs. Browning left no formal record of her youth, the spirit of it is indicated so plainly in " Au- rora Leigh," that we scarcely need the letter : — " Books, books, books ! I had found the secret of a garret-room Piled high with cases in my father's name; The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning's dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books ! At last, because the time was ripe, I chanced upon the poets." Doubtless this sleepless child was one to whom her actual surroundings, even if observed, seemed less real than the sights in dreamland and cloudland re- vealed to her by simply opening the magical covers of a printed book. An imaginative girl sometimes becomes so entranced with the ideal world as to quite forego the billing and cooing which attend upon the springtime of womanhood. Such natures often awake to the knowledge that they have missed some- thing: love was everywhere around them, but their eyes were fixed upon the stars, and they perceived it not. This abnormal growth is perilous, and to the feebler class of dreamers, who have poetic sensibility without true constructive power, insures blight, lone- liness, premature decay. For the born artist, such experiences in youth not only are inevitable, but are the training which shapes them for their after work. The fittest survive the test. Miss Barrett's early feasts were of an omnivorous Kind, the best school-regimen for genius : — Influence of reading on ike imagi- nation. Ii8 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. ' I read books bad and good — some bad and good At once : . And being dashed From error on to error, every turn Still brought me nearer to the central truth." Unconscious training of genius. Cp. " Poets o/ Amer- ica " : p. 307. fferclassi- cal studies. A gifted mind in youth has an unconsciousness of evil, and an affinity for the beautiful and true, which enable it, when given the freedom of a library, to as- similate what is suited to its needs. Fact and fiction are inwardly digested, and in maturer years the logi- cal faculty involuntarily assorts and distributes them. Aurora reads her books, " Without considering whether they were fit To do me good. Mark, there. We get no good By being ungenerous, even to a book. And calculating profits . . so much help By so much reading. It is rather when We gloriously forget ourselves and plunge Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty and salt of truth — 'Tis then we get the right good from a book." Much of this reading was of that grave character to which court-maidens of Roger Ascham's time were wonted, for her juvenile " Essay on Mind " evinced a knowledge of Plato, Bacon, and others of the world's great thinkers : I do not say familiarity with them ; scholars know what that word means, and how loosely such terms are bandied. She gained that general conception of each, similar to what we learn of a man upon first acquaintance, and often not far wrong. With time and occasion afterward came the more disciplinary process of her education. Fortunate in- fluences, possibly those of her father, — if we may still follow "Aurora Leigh," — guided her in the direction HUGH STUART BOYD. 119 of studies as refining as they were severe. She read Latin and Greek. Now, it is noteworthy that a girl's intellect is more adroit in acquirement, not only of the languages, but of pure mathematics, than that of the average boy. Any one trained at the desks of a New England high-school is aware of this. In later years the woman very likely will stop acquiring, while the man still plods along and grows in breadth and accuracy. Miss Barrett became a loving student of Greek, and we shall see that it greatly influenced her literary progress. Among her maturer friends was the sweetly gentle and learned Hugh Stuart Boyd, to whom in his blind- ness she read the Attic dramatists, and under whose guidance she explored a remarkably wide field of Grecian philosophy and song. What more beautiful subject for a modern painter than the girl Elizabeth, — "that slight, delicate figure, • with a shower of dark curls falling on each side of a most expressive face, large tender eyes richly fringed by dark eyelashes, and a smile like a sunbeam,'' — than this ethereal creature seated at the feet of the blind old scholar, her face aglow with the rhapsody of the sonorous drama, from which she read of CEdipus, until "the reader's voice dropped lower When the poet called him blind ! " Here was the daughter that Milton should have had ! An oft-quoted stanza from her own " Wine of Cyprus," addressed to her master in after years, may be taken for the , legend of the picture : — " And I think of those long mornings, Which my Thought goes far to seek, When, betwixt the folio's turnings, Solemn flowed the rhythmic Greek. Hugh Stjtart Boyd. 1782-18 Her portrait ill Miss Mit- ford's " Rec- olleciiojis of a Literary Life." 120 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Benejiceni effect of culture. Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica. " ; pp. lo9, 135. Past the pane the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep-bell's tinkling noise, While' a girlish voice was reading, Somewhat low for aVs, and rfs." Aside from repeated indications in her other writing, this graceful poem shows the liberal extent of her delightful classical explorations. Homer, Pindar, An- acreon, — " ^schylus, the thunderous," " Sophocles, the royal," " Euripides, the human," " Plato, the divine one," — Theocritus, Bion, — not only among the im- mortal pagans did Miss Barrett follow hand in hand with Boyd, but attended him upon his favorite excur- sions to those " noble Christian bishops " — Chrysos- tom, Basil, Nazianzen — " who mouthed grandly the last Greek." What other woman and poet of recent times has passed through such a novitiate, in the academic groves and at the Jountain-heads of poetry and thought ? I dwell upon Miss Barrett's culture, because I am convinced that it had much to do with her pre- eminence among female poets. Many a past genera- tion has produced its songsters of her sex, whose voices were stifled for want of atmosphere and train- ing. An auspicious era gave her an advantage over predecessors like Joanna Baillie, and her culture placed her immeasurably above Miss Landon, Mrs. Hemans, and others who flourished at the outset of her own career. Lady Barnard, the Baroness Nairn, Mrs. Norton, — women like these have written beautiful lyrics ; but here is one, equally feminine, yet with strength beyond them all, lifting herself to the height of sustained imagination. George Sand, Charlotte Bronte, and Mrs. Lewes have been her only com- peers, but of these the first — at least in form, and A LIBERAL SCHOLAR. 121 the two latter both in form and by instinct, have been writers of prose, before whom the poet takes precedence, by inherited and defensible prerogative. It was a piece of good fortune that Miss Barrett's technical study of roots, inflections, and what not was elementary and incidental. She and her companion read Greek for the music and wisdom of a literature which, as nations ripen and grow old, still holds its own, — an exponent of pure beauty and the univer- sal mind. The result would furnish a potent example for those who hold, with Professor Tayler Lewis, that the classical tongues should be studied chiefly for the sake of their literature. She was not a scholar, in the grammarian's sense ; but broke the shell of a language for the meat which it contained. Hence her reading was so varied as to make her the most powerful ally of the classicists among popular au- thors. Her poetical instinct for meanings was equal to Shelley's; — as for Keats, he created a Greece and an Olympus of his own. Her first venture of significance was in the field of translation. Prometheus Bound, and Miscellaneous Poems, was published in her twenty-fourth year. The poems were equally noticeable for faults and excel- lences, of which we have yet to speak. The transla- tion was at that time a unique effort for a young lady, and good practice; but abounded in grotesque pecul- iarities, and in fidelity did not approach the modern standard. In riper years she freed it from her early mannerism, and recast it in the shape now left to us, " in expiation," she said, " of a sin of my youth, with the sincerest application of my mature mind." This later version of a most sublime tragedy is more poet- ical than any other of equal correctness, and has the 6 Her scholar- ship liberal^ hut not pe- dantic. ^* Prome- theus Bojtftd, and Miscel- laneous Poems" 1833. 122 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Her classi- cistn distinct from Lan- dor's. fire and vigor of a master-hand. No one has suc- ceeded better than its author in capturing with rhymed measures the wilful rushing melody of the tragic chorus. Her other translations were executed for her own pleasure, and it rarely was her pleasure to be exactly faithful to her text. She was honest enough to call them what they are ; and we must own that her " Paraphrases on " Theocritus, Homer, Apuleius, etc., are enjoyable poems in themselves, preserving the spirit of their originals, yet graceful with that freedom of which Shelley's " Hymn to Mercurj' " is the most winsome English exemplar since Chapman's time. Our poet was always healthful and at ease wher- ever her classicism suggested the motive of her own song. " The Dead Pan " is an instance of her pe- culiar utilization of Greek tradition, and in other pieces her antique touches are frequent. Late in life, when unquestionably failing, — her eyes growing dim and her poetic force abated, — amid a peal of verses, that sound to me like sweet bells jangled, there is no clearer strain than that of " A Musical Instrument." For a moment, indeed, as she sang a melody of the pastoral god, her "sun on the hill forgot to die, And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly- Came back to dream on the river." A distinction between Landor's workmanship and that of Mrs. Browning was, that the former rarely used his classicism allegorically as a vehicle for mod- ern sentiment ; the latter, who did not write and think as a Greek, goes to the antique for illustration of her own faith and conceptions. ILLNESS AND SECLUSION. 123 Of Miss Barrett's life we now catch glimpses through the kindly eyes of Miss Mitford, who became her near friend in 1836. She had entered upon a less se- cluded period, and probably the four years which fol- lowed the appearance of her " Prometheus " were as happy as any of her maidenhood. But, always fragile, in 1837 she broke a blood-vessel of the lungs ; and after a lingering convalescence was again prostrated in 1839 by the death of her favorite brother, — drowned in her sight off the bar of Torquay. Months elapsed before she could be removed to her father's house, there to enter upon that absolute cloister-life which continued for nearly seven years. It was the life of a couch-ridden invalid, restricted to a large but darkened chamber, and forbidden all society but that of a few dear friends. I think of her, however, in that classic room as of one shut up in some belve- dere, where, by means of a camera, the outer world is reflected upon the table at your breast. For she re- turned to her books as a diversion from her thoughts, and with an eagerness that her physicians could not restrict. Miss Mitford says that she was now " read- ing almost every book worth reading in almost every language, and giving herself, heart and soul, to- that poetry of which she seemed born to be the priestess." The creative faculty reasserted itself; the moon will draw the sea despite the storms and darkness that brood between. In 1838 she published The Seraphim and other Poems; in another year, The Romaunt of the Page, a volume of ballads entitled from the one which bears that name. In 1842 she contributed to the London AthencBum some Essays on the Greek-Christian and English Poets, — the only specimens of her prose left Prolonged illness and seclusion. " Tke Seror phim" 1S38. " The Ro- maunt 0/ ike Page" •839- 124 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Critical proie-ivrit- ingSf 1842, First colleo- tive edition qfherpoems^ 1844. Her early style. Disadvan- tages ofcrver- culture. Shelley. Her ballads. to US, — enthusiastic, not closely written, but showing unusual attainments and critical perception. In 1844 — her thirty-fifth year — she found strength for the collection of her writings in their first complete edition, which opened with "A Drama of Exile." These volumes, comprising the bulk of her works during her maiden period, furnish the material and occasion for some remarks upon her characteristics as an English poet. Her style, frorn the beginning, was strikingly origi- nal, uneven to an extreme degree, equally remarkable for defects and beauties, of which the former gradually lessened and the latter grew more admirable as she advanced in years and experience. The disadvan- tages, no less than the advantages, of her education, were apparent at the outset. She could not fail to be affected by various master-minds, and when she had outgrown one influence was drawn within another, and so tossed about from world to world. "The Seraphim,'' a diffuse, mystical passion-play, was an echo of the ^schylean drama. Its meaning was scarcely clear even to the author ; the rhythm is wild and discordant; neither music nor meaning is thor- oughly beaten out. I have mentioned Shelley as one with whom she was akin, — is it that Shelley, dithy- rambic as a votary of Cybele, was the most sexless, as he was the most spiritual, of poets? There are singers who spurn the earth, yet scarcely rise to the heavens; they utter a melodious, errant strain that loses itself in a murmur, we know not how. Miss Barrett's early verse was strangely combined of this semi-musical delirium and obscurity, with an attempt at the Greek dramatic form. Her ballads, on the other hand, were a reflection of her English studies; EARLY WORKS AND STYLE. 125 and, as being more English and human, were a vast poetic advance upon " The Seraphim." Evidently, in these varied experiments, she was conscious of power, and strove to exercise it, yet with no direct purpose, and half doubtful of her themes. When, therefore, as in certain of these lyrics, she got hold of a rare story or suggestion, she made an artistic poem ; all are stamped with her sign-manual, and one or two are as lovely as anything on which her fame will rest. My own youthful acquaintance with her works be- gan, for example, with the " Rhyme of the Duchess May.'' It was different from any romance-ballad I had read, and was to me a magic casement opening on " faerylands forlorn " ; and even now I think, as I thought then, that the sweetness and power of scen- ery and language, the delicious metre, the refrain of the passing bell, the feeling and action, are highly poetical and have an indescribable charm. The blem- ishes of this lyric are few: it is nicely adjusted to the proper degree of quaintness ; the overture and epi- logue are exquisitely done, and the tone is maintained throughout, — an unusual feat for Mrs. Browning. I have never forgotten a pleasure which so contrasted with the barren sentiment of a plain New England life, and here fulfil my obligation to lay a flower of gratitude upon her grave. Yes, indeed : all she needed was a theme to evoke her rich imaginings, and I wish she had more frequently ceased from in- trospection and composed other ballads like that of the "Duchess May." Of her minor lyrics during this period, — " Isobel's Child," " The Romaunt of the Page," " The Lay of the Brown Rosary," " The Poet's Vow," etc., — few are so good as the example just cited ; but each is " Rkynu of the Duchess May." Mijwr lyrics. 126 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Her diction. Lack of taste. Nobility of feeling. Grossly de- fective art. quite removed from commonplace, and, with its con- trasts of strength and weakness, entirely characteristic of its author. The effect of Miss Barrett's secluded life was visible in her diction, which was acquired from books rather than by intercourse with the living world ; and from books of all periods, so that she seemed unconscious that certain words were obsolete, or repellent even to cultured and tasteful people. Reviewers who accused her of affectation were partly correct ; yet many un- couth phrases and forgotten words seemed to her no less available than common forms obtained from the same sources. By this she gained a richer structure ; just as Kossuth, learning our language from books, had a more copious vocabulary than many English orators. But she lost credit for good sense, and cer- tainly at one time had no sure judgment in the use of terms. Since she explored the French, Spanish, and Italian classics as eagerly as those of her own tongue, perhaps the wonder is that her diction was not even more fantastical. Her taste never seemed quite developed, but through life subordinate to her excess of feeling. So noble, however, was the latter quality, that the critics gave her poetry their attention, and endeavored to correct its faults of style. For a time she showed a lack of the genuine artist's rever- ence, and not without egotism followed her wilful way. The difficulty with her obsolete words was that they were introduced unnaturally, and produced a grotesque effect instead of an attractive quaintness. Moreover, her slovenly elisions, indiscriminate mixture of old and new verbal inflections, eccentric rhymes, forced accents, wearisome repetition of favored words to a degree that almost implied povei ty of thought, — SERIOUS DEFECTS AS AN ARTIST. 127 such matters justly were held to be an outrage upon the beauty arid dignity of metrical art. An occa- sional discord has its use and charm, but harshness in her verse was the rule rather than the exception. When she had a felicitous refrain — a peculiar grace of her lyrics — she frequently would mar the effect and give a shock to her readers by the introduction of some whimsical or repulsive image. Her passion was spasmodic ; her sensuousness lacked substance ; as for simplicity, it was at one time questionable whether she was not to be classed among those who, with a turbulent desire for utterance, really have nothing definite to say. Her sonnet on " The Soul's Expression " showed that the only thing clear to her mind was that she could state nothing clearly : — " With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and night With dream and thought and feeling interwound." Metaphysical reading aggravated her natural vague- ness and what is termed transcendentalism, — perilous qualities in the domain of art. Long afterward she herself spoke of " the weakness of these earlier verses, which no subsequent revision has succeeded in strengthening." In " A Drama of Exile," where she had a more definite object, these faults are less apparent, and her genius shines through the clouds ; so that we catch glimpses of the brightness which eventually lighted her to a station in the Valhalla of renown. During her years of illness she had added some knowledge of Hebrew to her acquirements, and could read the Old Testament in the original. The grander Clouded vision. Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica- " : pp. \b'l,, 169, 249. 253. "y4 Drama of Exile" 1844. 128 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Fervent im- agination. 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? " 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 ; 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 audacity, 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 brave invectives against black or white slavery, and other social wrongs. " The Cry of the Children," 6« I Successful lyrical effortSu Humanita- rian poems I30 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. uneven as it is, takes its place beside Hood's " Song of the Sliirt," 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 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 one 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 Poems." Four lyrics, thrown off at this time, — en- End of her /ortnative Robert Browning. " Memo- rial" by Theodore Tilton, 1862. 132 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Her tnar- fi'^Z^t Lon- don, 1846. Married life. Influence of love upon a wotnan^s genius. titled "Life and Love," "A Denial," "Proof and Disproof," and "Inclusions," — 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 Cculum, 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 Herfaiher^s opposition to the nup- tials. Complete womanhood. 134 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Relations of art and inarriage : 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 little 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 had given her, by one of Nature's charming miracles, a precious lease A s they af~ fectf 2, the wife. 136 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. The wedded poets. SuTjtmit of Mrs. Broiunijig' s greatness. Her powers fuUy 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 Windows appeared in 185 1, the same volume including the matchless " Sonnets from the Portuguese." Aurora Leigh was published in 1856. 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 her 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 Somiets from the Por- iuguae 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 from the Portu- guese t* i3so. 138 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 wortli 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 Guidi was vocal with the aspiration of that fair land struggling to be free. Its beauty and sorrow enthralled her ; its poetry 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, bella 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 Win- dowSy^ 1851. I40 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. strength, happinesSt and/ante. " A urora Leiffk" 1856. With unabashed and unabated gaze, Teach me to hope for what the Angels know When they smile clear 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- ditction. 142 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 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 aesthetical, imaginative nature. Nowhere in literature is the process of culture by means 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 life 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, what 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 in. 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 of declitie. Secondary influence of her married life. " Poems lie- fore Con- gress" i860 " TAe Inde- pendent.^' 144 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. *^ Last Poetns" 1860-1861. Spinal esti- mate of Mrs. Br(nuning^ 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 theory 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 aesthetic 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. Inieriiiude. SpOTitaneity, Her re- frains. 146 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Cp. " Poets of A Tner- ica '" ; p. 24s. 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 tpo 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 sympa- iketic and religious nature. Cp. " Poets 0/ Amer- ica " : pp, 123-128. The most beloved of poets. Subjective gjtality of her genius. 148 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 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 cleariy 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 1861, 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 efHux 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 foundations of that new, near Day Which should be builded out of Heaven to God." Died in Florence^ jfune 29, 1861. CHAPTER V. ALFRED TENNYSON. Alfred Tennyson^ Poet-Lau- reate : born at Somerbyt Lincoln- shire, Au^. 5, 1809. Latv of change in fublic taste. Cp." Poets of A mer- ica^'' ; pp, 39i 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 LAW OF CHANGE IN PUBLIC TASTE. iSi 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 demigod, 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. Office of the 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 service 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 quality, 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 modem 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 7* Dual nature of art. Tennyson represents kis era. 154 ALFRED TENNYSON. E. A. Poe's essay on " The 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 Hindrances^ to correct apprecia- j tion. A bom artist. The Pre- Raphaelites. iS6 ALFRED TENNYSON His enrly 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 eifect. 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 trite 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. IS7 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. Chartn of TennysorC s early lyrics. " Poems, chiefly Lyt'ical" 1830. " Poems by Two Broth' ers" 1827. 158 ALFRED TENNYSON. " PaetnSt* •832 -33- Sudden aiid delightful poetic growth. A n expres- sion of the beantifuL Others in the original volume 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 " CEnone " ; 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- schooV^ Tendency of the jroef s gejiius. See Chapter VI. Purely Eng- lish idyls. i6o ALFRED TENNYSON. 1S42. A ireasjtry of represent- ative poeTns. Slank'verse. Previous styles. cious work, until the author's 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 never 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 roli'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. Cf. " Poets of Amer- ica'''' : pp. 79. 87. 374- Origifuility and perfec- tion 0/ Ten- nyson^ s blank-verse. " Morte cP Arthur.'* Homeric and Saxon qualities. 1 62 ALFRED TENNYSON. The Victo- rian idyllic CraiBe. '* Dora.'' *' Godiva." " The Gar- dener^s Daughter.^' "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 poen^ 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 j as exquisite in filigree-work as "The Rape of the Lock,'' widi 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 " 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." " The Vision 0/ Sin." " The Day- Dream." Ballads. Songs. The" lyr- ical Mono- logue.^^ "St. Agnes " and " Sir Gala- had." 164 ALFRED TENNYSON. A composite and injluen- tial volume. Climacterics in art. "The Princess : Medley" 1847. A roTKaniic composition. 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 2'fie 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 mediaeval 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: i6s 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 sympathize 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 ofE-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 " T/te Prel- ude, 166 ALFRED TENNYSON. E^ic swift- ness of Tnovement. Cp. " Poets of A mer- ica " -■ p. A motahle 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 IVotnatCs Rights. TennysoiCs intellectual growth and (ulvantase. 1 68 ALFRED TENNYSON. The prime of life. *^ In Memo- riant" 1850. His fHosi unique and distinctive production. Elegiac master- pieces. This poem the greatest of them 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 body, 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 pervaded 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, " In Memoriam " is beyond them all : and a more impor- '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 everywhere 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. % Its metrical and stanzaic arrange- 7nent. A thorough- ly naiio9ial poem. Rhythmic grandeur and Solent- nity. 170 ALFRED TENNYSON. Incorrect estimates. Faiik and doubt. Poetic use of scientific material. 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 hSre 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 fact& 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 memoriam: 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 ofiice 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 symbolic IVisdont spiritualized General quality of this noble poem. Adfniredby nun of Ut- ters. 172 ALFRED rENNYSON. 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 Tk£ volume 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 die 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, '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 A mer- ica " : fp. 222, 223. Summary of the fore- going analy- 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. 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* jnenial no- tice of Ten- nyson and the idyllic school. " The Epi- taph of Bion" Moschus^ III. 202 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. delight. Well might they be, for this elegy, — 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 schoolboys 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 ofthifore- goinspoinU. 204 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. Thefather 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 Sicilian 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 sang, 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 Alexa»der 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, beauty, 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 illBacreon and Pindar. The remainder was the golden Attic age, the time of the Old, Middle, and New Comedy, of the dramatists from .(Eschylus 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 Coinparison of the Victo- rian and A lexan- drian eras. Cp. Matter: Hist, de VEcole d'Alexan- drie. 206 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. SchoeU: Hist, de la- Liu. GrecgTte Profane. Distinction between 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, h'^w- 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 form'er is copious, but simple, and a departure from the AlHc 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 ^tna 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 eidullia, — -litde 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 of the idyl. 208 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. Kingsley^ s ^^Alexan- dria andker 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 thjp told in a lan- guage and a metre which shapes itseK 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 Tennyson ai Cambricfge. Formation 0/ his style. 210 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. Tke resjdt 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 experin»ental, 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 ipaster 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 'GOD/VA.' 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 ceesura and dactylic structure, from the verse of Homer, and commencing thus : — and " G(J- diva.*^ 212 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. "Not only for ourselves the God begat Er6s — 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, Amphitrydn'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 Bucolkorum Grrzcorum Reliquia is greatly in dispute. In some instances the editions which I have followed may differ from their wonted readings. ■ cenone: 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." * (Enow.* The elegiac refrain. 214 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. 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." (Enone. " 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." Second Part of King Henrv VI , Act 11. 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 maybe 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, waxen 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 modem 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 idyls " of Theocritus "The Gardener's Daughter," "Audley Court," "Walk- His modem idyls. 2l8 TENNYSON AND THEOCRITUS. The isomet- ric song. Amasiean 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 etua, — z. creature whose beauty and enthusiasm di;ew 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 Thiriy-fi-v'e years later. WiUidJn Bell Scott: Sarah Flower A daffts : 1805-48. ^ 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. 2S8 LOVER. — ALLINGHAM. Poetry a jealous mis- tress. Cp. " Poets o/ A tn£r- ica ''.* pp. 75,409- The song- viriters. SaTjtuet Lover: 1797 - 1868. JViUiam A Uinghatn : 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 office 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 singing, 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 Downing : 1830- yohn Fran- cis IVatler: 1810- Denis Florence MacCarthy: 1817-82. William Cox Ben- nett: 1820- Ckarles Mackay : 1814- Eliza Cook: 1817- William Nowitt : 1795- 1879. Mary Hew- itt : 1798- Rohert Gilfillan : 1798-1850. Charles Swain : 1803-74. Thomas Miller: 1809-74, Irish and Scottish songs. Patriotic ballads. 26o IRISH MINSTRELSY. TIu Dublin newspaper press. Gerald Griffin : 1803-40. John Banim : 1798- 1842. ffelen Se- lina. Lady Djtfferin : 1807-67. TAo/Kos D'Arcy McGee: 1825-68. John Kells Ingram ; 1820- Thomas Davis : 1814-45. Sir Charles Gavan Duffy: 1816- John Keegan : 1809-49. Linton {see Chap. VIII.). Mrs. Varian (" Finola "). Lady Wilde (" Speran- Z3 "). James 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 significant 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 pioetical 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 Thom, the "Inverury poet," who mostly confined himself to dia- lect and genre verses, and young NicoU, 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 artists and poets. Willmm Thom : 1799- '850. Robert NicoU: 1814-37. Chartism. Thomas Cooper : 180S- " Sparta- cus.^^ Ehenezer Jones : 1820-60. CHAPTER VIII. Recent errors and affectations. The Rkap- sodisis ; or the " Sfas- madtc " school. "Firmil- tan." THE SUBJECT CONTINUED. 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. I. 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, Firmilian, 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 efEort, 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, 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 Poems, 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 yames Bailey : 1816- Alex- I Alexander Stniik : .S30-6J. Gerald Massey : 1828- 264 BAILE Y. — SMITH. — MASSE Y. — MA CDONALD. George Macdanald: 1824- David 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 tliat 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 mediaival themes. Often the former class substitute a commonplace realism Inflttence of Tennyson and Brown- ing. False si-m- plicUy, 266 INFLUENCE OF TENNYSON AND BROWNING. Balzac on the true tnis- sion of A rt. Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica " .* pp. 367-369. Aphorisms of William Blake. Coventry Xearsey Dighton Patmore : 1823- for the simplicity of Tennyson's English idyls, just as the latest aspirants, trying to cope with the 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 opportunity," 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 TMOJRE. — 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- ton: 1831' 268 THE TWO BULWERS. "LuciU: Thi tivo Bulwers. 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 Pelham 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 IDYLLIC 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 j 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 followei-s, 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 ( Ten?iyson) Turner : 1808-79, Edwin A r- nold: 1832- Roden Noel. Brit see Supple- ment. TJumtas Woolner, R. A.: 1826- TVilliam James Linton : 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 scho.ol, and is noteworthy as an early specimen of a method frequerjtly 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 WilUam 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 WESTWOOD. — MEREDITH. — A SHE. 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 \jncs axe. 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 Atalanta in Calydon had revived an in- terest in dramatic poetry modelled upon the antique. Thomas Westwoad: 1814- George Meredith : 1828- Thomas A she I 1836- 272 'VERS DE SOCIETE: IV. Of those patrician rhymes which, for want of an Enghsh equivalent, are termed vers de societk, 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 feuilleton 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 sociktk 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 MAHONEY.— LOCKER.— CAL VERLEY. —DOBSON. 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 quality, 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- Lampson : 1821- Ckarles Stuart Calverley t 1831-84. Austin Dob- son'. 1840- Otker tokens of a refined and schol- arly period. Recent translators.^ aytd the new theory of translation. 274 THE TRANSLATORS. Sir John Boiuring : 1792-1S72. The elder Lyiton. Sir Theo- dore Mar' tin: 1816- See ^. 272. Horace^ Ho7ner, 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 attempted. 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- Ickabod Charles Wright: 1795- 1871. Philip Stanhope tVorsley ." died 1866, Francis Williavt Newman ; 1805- Jokn Stiuirt Blackie: iSog- Edward, Lord Derby : 1799-1869. Rev. Edward Craven Hawtrey : 1789- 1862. See page z$t. John Con- ington : 1823-69. Anna Swanwick. Augusta Webster. Maurice Purcell Fiti-Gerald. Calverley. Seepage 273 276 THE TRANSLATORS. Rossetii and Morris. See Chap. X. MacCarthy. See page ^^fj. Edward FitzGer- ald: 1808- 83. See Chap. VI., page 205. diseval 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 off 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 MacCarthy'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 poetry, 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 medieval 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 hym~ nology : Its charac- teristics. The early and later composers of sacred verse. Watts and C. Wesley. MonigOTn- ery, Keble, and others. The trans- lators : Rev. John Chandler {Church of England) : 1806-76. Rev. John Mason Neale {Ritji- alisi): i8i8- 66. Rev. Edward Caswall {Church of Rome) : 1814-78. Original composers : 2yZ DIALECT VERSE. Rev. Hora~ tius Bonar : 1808- i^Scot- iishChttrck.) Rev. Fred- erick IV. Fa~ ber: 1814-63 i^Church of Rome.) Mrs. Adams. {Unitarian.) Seepage 257. Charlotte Elliott: 17S9-1871. Rev. Christo- pher Words- worth : 1807-85. Rev. A rthur Pejirhyn Stanley: 181S-81. Rev. Sabine Baring- Gould: 183+- Rev. Ed- ward Henry Bickersteth : 1825- Hymns from the German, and their translators. Catherine Witikworih: 1829-78. Frances Elizabeth Cox. fane Both- •wick: 18 13- Mrs. Eric Boihwlck Findlater. Richard Miissie : 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 ike German, 1841 ; and the Bothwick sisters, whose Hymns from 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. — WA 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, — Thorn, 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 Foems 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 A mer- ica " .* /. 455- TkojH. See page 261. yatnes Ballantine : 180S-77. Alexander Maclagan : 1811-79. Janet Ha7ii- ilian : 1 795- 1873- John Camp- bell Shairp : 1819-85. ' Edwin Waugh : 1818- Rev. William Barnes : 1801-86, Female poets. 28o JEAN INGELOW. — CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. yean Inge- low: 1830- Adelaide A nne Proc- ter : 1825 - 64. See page 107. Isa Craig Knox : 1831- Chrisiina Georgina Rosseiti: 1830- emotion and to come from the heart. As the voice of Mrs. Browning grew 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 centenary 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 Augusta- Webster : horn about 1840- The latest schools. Psychologi- cal and Ne* Romantic poets. 282 E VA NS. — SIM COX. — MA RSTON. — HA KE. Sebastian Evans : 1830- George Au- gustus Sim- cox: 1841- Westland Marston : 1819- Philip Bourke Marston : 1850-87. Thomas Gordon Hake, M. n. .- 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 Romances 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 Poems. 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 Vaughan, — 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 Philoctetes, 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 muchf 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 Life 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- John Payne'. 1842- 284 CSHA UGHNESSY. —MARZIALS. A rihur W. E. O'Skaugh- nessy : 1S44-81. TAe 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. Music and Moonlight, 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 j 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 Provengal studies. In The Gallery of Pigeons, 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. 285 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," Poetry of the fantastic and gro- tesque. 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, and 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- 286 RECENT CRITICISM. Want of wliotesome iriiicism. " Scholar^ s work in poetry.^* See pages 205, 206. 'Ihe/ore- going list of poets selected to represe7tt the TMass. 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 fly-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- Questions originally suggested. Tone of the minor philo- sophic poets. The idyl- lists, ro- jnancerSi and others. 288 THE TRUE FUNCTION OF ART. Raskin upon Art as a means of expression. His own 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- CONSTRUCTION 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 architectonike 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 of A-mer- ica " : ^. 459- The present outlook. 290 ENGLAND AND AMERICA. British and A merican mifwr poets contrasted. Cp. "Poets 0/ Amer- ica "' : p. 456- Freshness and individ' jtality of the latter. See Chap. XI. of British song? To apply another test which is like 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 perfect 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? 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- ry recent aspect, attd its true meaning. Reflex in- fluetice of A merica upon the tnotherland. 292 THE NEW DAWN. Past UTid fut-ure. 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. RohtH Browning Z born in CaTnber-weUi Tiear Lon- don, 1812. 294 ROBERT BROWNING. I. 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 Th£ modern stage. Cf. " Poets of A nur- ica " •■ pp. 467-469. 296 ROBERT BROWNING. Browning's subjectivity. 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 moods. 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* HU special mission. A nalysis of Browning^s Ttiethod. 29S ROBERT BROWNING. things better." The genius of Shakespeare and Mo- liere 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. Poetry 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. " Poeti of Amer- ica " .- pp. 327* 373. Letter from, a rising English poet. Dangers of traftscen- defUalistn- Cp. " Poets of Amer- ica'': pp. t68, 169, 249, 253. 300 ROBERT BROWNING. Impression produced by BrovmiTtg'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. 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 " Hervd 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 tlie 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 i'ihes and o'ihes, 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- isTn. than those of his poorest imitators, and which would not be tolerated for a moment in a lesser poet. Parodies on his style, 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 so 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, — stricdy 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. Brownings dramas, and Sordeiia.^* " Paracel- sus." 1835-36. 3o6 ROBERT BROWNING. Characier- isiic Tneriis and defects. 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 longings 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 : — '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 eifective. 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!" Brownings blank verse. 308 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 tlirough 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 *dded, "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 a book or a man that we should surmount this chaotic "SorieUo," 1S40. 3IO ROBERT BROWNING. " Bells arid Pome^an- aUs," 1840- 46. 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: 3" " 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 medieval 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 characteri' sation. Landor io Browning, 312 ROBERT BROWNING. " The Re- turn of ike 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, listening 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 pla)'s 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- tnatic art. " King Vic- tor and King Cliarles." " Colombe's Birthday, ^^ 314 ROBERT BROWNING. *' A Blot in the ''Scutck- 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. It 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 li/asS 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 "Piffa Passes.'' 3i6 ROBERT BROWNING. Intense pas- sion and 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 thetli 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 juin Pippa. The scene between Ottima and Sebald is the most intense and striking passage of all Browning's poetry, 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 ! Ottima. Then our crowning night — SebcUd. The July night? Ottima. 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 — " See ^^ Pippa Passes" Scene I. But here Pippa passes, singing 'God's in his heaven, — All 's right with the world ! " 3i8 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- 'A SOUL'S 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. "A SouVs Tragedy" 320 ROBERT BROWNING. Dramatic nature of Browning's lyrics. Founder of the new life- 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. V. 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 being 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. Men and Women, and Dratnatis Persona. These books, made up of isolated poems, contain the bulk of his work during the eighteen years which followed his marriage 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* "My Last Duchess." " Men and IVomen," " Dramatis Persones," 1864. 322 ROBERT BROWNING. Inferiority of the last- named vol- ume. "Men and Women " a representa- 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 Personse," 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 mediaeval 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 nie soul, We might have risen to Rafael, I and you. 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." *^ Frci Lippo Lippit^ etc. 324 ROBERT BROWNING. *' Christmas Eve** and " Easter /Joy," 1850. Excellent tneditBVal 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 mediaval 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 cardinal sin. Browning draws his monks, as Dor^ 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, Tully'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 dre 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 tide. " 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 takenfrotn 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 HL 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 tlie 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 poems. Brownings subtilty of intellect. '^ Caliban.^' "Mr. Sludge." " Bishop Blougram.^' 328 ROBERT BROWNING. Occasionai lyrics : Their excel- lence and faults. " A life of doubt diversified by faith For one of faith diversified by doubt." Cardinal Wiseman is worldly and insincere j 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 Thoughtid, 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 ove« 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 " ; 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 em^ional 330 ROBERT BROWNING. Its 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 flesh 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 studfents in their vagrant youth, or of Consuelo and her husband upon the windy heath. Above all, he tells us : — 'IN A balcony: 331 "In a Bal- cony.^'* "Thou shall 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." 332 ROBERT BROWNING. "The statue and the Btist." 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 sting 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. 333 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 see 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 Person^.** " The Ring ami the Book,'* i86g. An intel- lectual jnar- 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 Pampilia'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 outline 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 q/ certain pas- sages. 336 ROBERT BROWNING. "Balam- iion^s A d- venture" 1871. " Fifine at the Fair" .872. 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 Fifine 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. Eed Cotton Night-Cap Country; or, Turf 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 - ^ Prince Hohenstiel- Schwan- gau." Red Cot- ton Ni^hi- Cap Coun- try," 1873. Decline in Poetic vahte^ 338 ROBERT BROWNING. "Aristopha- nes^ Apol- ogy," 1875. Final esti- mate of this poet. Most origi- nal and imegital. 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. AVithout realizing the proper functions of art, he nevertheless sjmnpa- 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 Bdranger's LAW AND LA WLESSNESS IN ART. 339 " Dans un grenier qu'on est bien 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 true fel- low-crafts- man. Rich, yet iarbaric taste. The limits of freedom Their benefi- cent reaction upon the art- ists work. 340 ROBERT BROWNING. Ultimate re- sults of law- lessness. Browning's minute dra- tnatic in- right. 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 Bo6k." In writing of Arnold I cited his own quota- tion of Goethe's distinction between the dilettanti, who affect 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 "poetry of the fu- ture" What con- stiiutes irup greatness in art. CHAPTER X. LATTER-DAY SINGERS. ROBERT BUCHANAN. — DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI. — WILLIAM MORRIS. A tKw de- iiartitre. The latter- day jtoetSt 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