mm 8 2 7 THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA RIVERSIDE THE TYPES OF ENGLISH LITERATURE UNDER THE GENERAL EDITORSHIP OF profcjijsor ?^iniam 3t. Jlieiljion THE POPULAR BALLAD. By Professor Francis B. Gummere of Haverford College. THE LITERATURE OF ROGUERY. By Professor F. W. Chandler of the Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute. TRAGEDY. By Professor A. H. Thorndike of Columbia Uni- versity. THE ENGLISH LYRIC. By Professor Felix E. Schelling of the University of Pennsylvania. IN PRE PA RA TION THE PASTORAL. By Professor Jefferson B. Fletcher of Co- lumbia University. THE ALLEGORY. By Professor William A. Neilsoh of Harvard University. LITERARY CRITICISM. By Professor Irving Babbitt of Har- vard University. THE SHORT STORY, MEDIEVAL AND MODERN. By Pro- fessor W. M. Hart of the University of California. THE MAS'",UE. By Professor J. W. Cunliffe of the University of Wisciiusin. THE SAINTS' LEGENDS. By G. H. Gerould, Preceptor in Princeton University. CHARACTER WRITING. By Professor Chester N. Greenough of the University of Illinois. THE NOVEL. By Professor J. D. M. Ford of Harvard Uni- versity. HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY Boston and New York Cfte €ppc^ of iimgyfa? IIwDcr cwOm symhla kcscLu? liwu-r sindon sclcdrCamas? Eala brorlit l)urul eala byrnwifja! Eala )'?(MlncH )>rym! hii seo jTag pcwttt, Genip under nihthelm, swa boo no wtcrel 12 THE ENGLISH LYRIC strikes back its roots deep in what must have been the primitive song of the folk. As to the nature of this basis for the superstructure of the poetry of art the reader must be referred elsewhere.^ We are told, for example, that the earliest written poetry of the trouveres "discovers" the lyric of art in the very act of its emergence out of the rustic amatory songs of the folk, sung with accompany- ing dance at their festivals by the throng, and accurately identified by the scandalized clergy with survivals of pagan worship. ^ No such transition as this can be traced in the literature of England. For, as we have seen, the lyrical element of Anglo-Saxon poetry is at best no more I than elegiac; and the true lyric when it came to England, 1 like so much else, was introduced in the form, in the spirit, land even, at first, in the language of France. As to the lyric of the Middle Ages in general, it is most deeply traced, as is well known, in Provencal dancing- songs that were features immemorially of the festivals of the folk, wherein were sung the praises of spring, the union of youth and joy and the like, reduced almost to an obliga- tory formula. Fostered by the social amenities and ele- gances of castle and court that now came more and more to temper the rudeness of earlier times, these songs de- veloped, in the eleventh century and in the hands of the troubadours, into a highly conventional and artificial ^ See especially F. B. Gummere, The Popular Ballad, Boston, 1907, in the present Series. 2 E. K. Chambers, "Some Aspects of the Mediaeval Lyric," Early English Lyrics, London, 1907, p. 261. THE MEDIEVAL LYKIC IS literature of the art of love. This was almost altogether lyric; and in it great importance was attached to certain refinements of speech and conduct entitled '* courtoisie," which enjoined a species of fashionable gallantry, in its ideals, whatever its practices, alike remote from sensu- ality and from actual courtship with the wedlock of the lovers in view. This troubadour poetrj'- was wholly aristo- cratic, and long is the list of knights, nobles, and even kings that grace its annals. But the professional trouba- dours are at least as numerous; and as the popularity of this poetry spread from its cradle in Poitou and Limousin, first to Catalonia and Italy, and later from the south over France proper and England, the rigidity of its rules and usages was relaxed as its examples were imitated in new tongues and under novel conditions. The double mar- riage of Eleanor of Guicnne was an important means of this diffusion of the ''courtois" lyric northward. As the daughter of William of Poitou, "the father of the trouba- dours," this cultivated lady presided over the court at Bordeaux, extending a bountiful and encouraging hand to the poets of her own race. Later, as queen of France for fifteen years, and lastly, from 1154 to 1206, as queen of the Englisli Ilcnry II (then sovereign as well of half of France), Queen Eleanor spread her taste for social and poetical pleasures and stretched forth her patronage as far as the bounds of the language of France. Provencal troubadours came thus to live for protracted i)eriods of time in England; and Frenchmen and men of English birth attendant on the court of King Henry learned at 14 THE ENGLISH LYRIC first hand the courtois poetry of Provence,^ a matter of no small import to the growth of the lyric of art. Another influence that went to the preparation of the English lyric w^as that of the religious poetry of the day. The solidarity of the mediaeval church and of mediaeval education, cemented as it was with Latin, the universal tongue of learning, needs only to be stated to be recog- nized. There was no scholarship outside of the church. The clergy shaded down from the decorous officers of place to Chaucer's "poor parson" and the monastic or- ders, through all degrees of friars, mendicant and unat- tached, to the wandering scholars, as notorious for the wildness of their lives as for their wit and talents, on occa- sion, as mere minstrels. The Latin formulae of service and Latin hymns were ever on the clerics' lips, and, as the higher clergy in England for a couple of centuries were almost wholly French-speaking, French culture permeated the cloister and the abbey as well as the court. It is not surprising, then, to find the influence of Latin hymns on early English religious poetry strongly tinctured with ele- ments derived from the secular love songs of troubadour and trouvere. It was this that led to the extensive Marian verse in which were extolled the five joys of the Virgin and the like. Few of these early religious poems are in any degree lyrical, although an exception may be urged in the case of the beautiful poem entitled "A Love Rune," written by Thomas de Hales, an eloquent discant on the 1 On this whole subject, see especially Gaston Paris, La Littcrature Franqaine au Moyen Age, Paris, 1890, pp. 175 ff. and 18 ff. THE MEDLEVAL LYRIC 15 vanity of earthlj' love and the sanctity of \nrginity. More certainly lyrical is the macaronic "Song to the Virgin," the elaborate and easy flow of the stanza of which is note- worthy. Of on that is so fayr and bright Vclud maris stella. Brighter than the day is light. Parens et puella ; Ic crie to the, thou se to me, Levedy, preye thi sone for me. Tarn pia. That ic mote come to the, Maria I Lyrically effective, too, are the strong elegiac verses beginning Were beth they biforen us weren, Houndes ladden and hauckes beren ? reverberating a string that has sounded down the ages from Anglo-Saxon times through Villon's "Mats oil sont les neigcs (Tantan" and Nash's "Queens have died young and fair," and will resound to the latest lyrists of all time. The several manuscripts in which these poems occur date variously before l^oO and towards the end of the thirteenth century; but the composition of these poems, as always in these cases, may be dated backward many years with probability.' By the middle of the thirteenth century, poetry in English had come fully into revival, a fact well established by the lively and interesting debate. The Owl and the Nightingale, which corresponds in ])oint ' Sec appendix, "Sources of Texts," Early English Lyrics, as above. 16 THE ENGLISH LYRIC of date almost precisely with the poem of Hales. The Owl and the Nightingale is not lyrical, but its genuine poetic merit, the ease and certainty of its verse with the purity of its English vocabulary, conspire to explain why the earliest extant mediieval lyrics in English, both sacred and secular, display none of the stuttering simplicity of nonage and experiment. Turning now to the earliest extant lyrics that are purely secular in kind, we meet with three little snatches of song, all of them set to music. Two retain a shadow of the Anglo-Saxon melancholy; the third is the famous "Cuckoo Song." Summer is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu, Groweth sed and bloweth med And springth the wde nu. Sing cuccu ! Awe bleteth after lomb, Lhouth after calve cu; Bulluc stirteth, bucke verteth; Murie sing cuccu. Cuccu, cuccu, Wei singes thu, cuccu, Ne swik thu naver nu. Despite the spirit and natural charm of this little lyric, we must be careful not to refer it to either the folk or to too unaffected a native-born love of nature. "The Cuckoo Song" appears in a manuscript the earlier por- tion of which is supposed to have been written in the Abbey of Reading about the year 1240. It is accompanied THE IVIEDLEVAL LYRIC 17 by the musical notation of a rota or rondel (a species of song not unlike the later canon), with explicit Latin direc- tions as to how to sing it; and the words are a conscious poetical adaptation of the reverdie, or song of greeting to spring, well known in France. The music of this Uttle song has received praise as cordial and deserved as that bestowed upon its fresh and natural words. With the opening of the fourteenth century the manu- script remains of mediaeval song in England become fuller. The famous Harleian Manuscript 2253 alone contains more than a hundred pieces in verse and prose, Latin, Anglo-French, and English, more than two score of them lyrics in English; and there are some six or seven other manuscripts the contents of which must date in writing well before 1400, though none contain so large a body as this. Such is the variety of these poems, the uncertainty of their precise time of writing, and the diversity of the dialects in which they are written, that enumeration rather than classification must suffice to set them before the reader. And yet certain broad lines by way of classi- fication are not impossible of distinction. There are the songs of the minstrel, the poetry of the cloister, and the lyrics of the polite poets, altliotigh it is not always quite certain which is which; and, cleaving through this three- fold distinction by reference to origin, there is division by way of theme into religious and secular i)octry. Tlie I)olite poet was late to emerge, and we may defer iiim and liis work for the moment. The minstrelsy of the Middle Ages seems hardly more 18 THE ENGLISH LYRIC separable from the polite poetry of troubadour and trouvere than the songs of the wandering scholars are separable from the poetry of clerics on the one hand and that of the folk on the other. It may be suspected that when the polite art of poetry fell into professional hands, the English minstrel, whose line of inheritance is direct from the gleeman, rose somewhat in dignity, though he must have descended in more senses than one from his other ancestor, the knightly troubadour and trouvere. The mediaeval minstrel, whatever his occasional success and repute, was often little more than a privileged vagabond, licensed to wander where he would, picking up a liveli- hood by his talents as a singer, actor, and general enter- tainer. Although disdained as an inferior, alike by the cleric and the man at arms, the minstrel was ever welcome in times of festival whether at court, in the castles of the nobility, at gatherings in the market town, or even at the hospitable tables of the religious houses. Indeed, we read of fortunes squandered by nobles on minstrels and of gifts to them of money and even of lands. ^ We do not know to what extent the minstrel was responsible for the remnants of the mediaeval lyric that have come down to us. That he was responsible for much seems hardly question- able, for it was to his interest as an entertainer to keep a record of his craft. Without further reference to this matter of origins let us look at some of the varieties of these lyrics. ' On this whole topic see the admirable chapters of Chambers, The Mediaeval Stage, London, 1903, i, pp. 11-86. THE MEDLEVAL LYRIC 19 The distinguishing elements of the folk-song have been briefly stated: "as to substance, repetition, interjection, and refrain; and, as to form, a verse accommodated to a dance, question and answer, and rustic interchange of satire." ^ The same authority adds that although these features are not to be found combined in any one speci- men of the mediaeval lyric, all are exemplified in the col- lections extant. The refrain is often meaningless, as Po, po, po, po. Love bran and so do mo; or distorted, as "Kyrieleyson" applied to verses far from religious or even respectable. It is often in French or Latin, as Veni coronaberis, in the case of a catch in praise of the ivy, referable back to heathen worship of that plant in strife with the holly as emblems of the fructifying principles. Most usually the refrain bears, however, a close relation to the subject in hand, as where each stanza of a carol ends with "Wolcum, Yole!" each stanza of a bac- chanal with "But bring us in good ale!" or of a satirical song in mockery of the sad estate of the lover: Such tormentes to me I take. That when I slepe I may not wake. But these have, of course, nothing actually in common with the folk. In the following, however conscious this particular version, the improvisation of the initial f)hrase by the individual singer, the chorus and the very sway of the throng to and fro, arc all well preserved: ' F. M. Paclclff)rd, in The Cambridge History oj EnglLih Literature, Cambridjjp. 190H. ii, 422. 20 THE ENGLISH LYRIC I have twelfe oxen that be faire and brown, And they go a grasing down by the town. With hey! with how! with hey! Saweste not you mine oxen, you litill prety boy? I have twelfe oxen and they be faire and white. And they go a grasing down by the dyke. With hey! with how! with hey! Saweste not you mine oxen, you litill prety boy? Another form of verse, more or less ultimately referable to folk-song, is the verse amoebsean or question and reply. A romantic fragment of this begins : Maiden in the mor lay, in the mor lay sevenight full. Well was hire mete, wat was hir mete ? The primerole ant the violet. The dialogue form was developed in later amorous verse to a degree of elaboration in poems such as "The Nut- brown Maid" or in Henryson's "Robene and Makyne," but this last at least has a very different origin. In the carol, which was brought over from France at least as early as the twelfth century, the minstrel tres- passed on the province of the religious poet, while touch- ing at the same time the popular festivities handed down with the modifications of compromise from pre-Christian times. It is no wonder, then, that the carols range from narratives of the Nativity and other related events of the life of Christ to naive expressions of the joy, the feast- ing, and the good fellowship of Yule-tide and the customs that accompanied this most important festivity of the year. Several delightful songs declare the traditional strife between the holly and the ivy: THE MEDIAEVAL LYRIC 21 Holly bereth beris, Beris rede enough; The thristilcok, the popingay Daunce in every bough. Wei away, sory Ivy! What fowles hast thou. But the sory howlet That singeth "how how." Others relate to the ancient rite of bringing in the boar's head in procession and with song: The boris hede in hondes I bringe, With garlondes gay and birdes singinge, I pray you all, helpe me to singe Qui estis in convivio; while still others offer little more than jovial words of welcome : Lett no man cum into this hall, Grome, page, nor yet marshall. But that sum sport he bring us all : For now is the time of Christemas! Closely related to the more serious carols of the Christ- mas season arc the spiritual lullal)ics in which the Child is represented in his mother's arms or lulled to sleep in his cradle by her song. At times a dialogue ensues between the two, the Child forclclJing the sufferings that are to be his or uttering prophetic promises of the glory that is to come. A variety of this tyj)e is the conif)]uint of Mary, which takes many forms, such as that of an address to Jesus, or to the cross, a dialogue between Marj'^ and Jesus or Mary and the cross, or even a trialogue in which John 22 THE ENGLISH LYRIC also figures.^ These last are closely akin to the famous mediaeval Latin hymn, '' Stabat Mater dolorosa." As to the lullabies at large, many of them are distinguished by a genuine depth and tenderness of feeling and by invent- ive fertility in similitude and poetic adornment. Their variety of metre, too, derived with equal facility from the Teutonic four stress alliterative verse, from the sepienarius of the Latin hymns or the more varied stanzas of French secular song, is here, as elsewhere in the mediaeval lyric, endless. Characteristically mediaeval is the type which converts the thought into allegory: Lully, lulley, lully, lulley; The fawcon hath born my make away. He bare hyra up, he bare hym down. He bare hym in to an orchard browne. In that orchard there was an halle That was hangid with purpill and pall. And in that hall there was a bede. Hit was hangid with gold so rede. And yn that bede there lythe a knyght. His woundis bledying day and nyght. By that bede side kneleth a may. And she wepeth both nyght and day. And by that bedde side there stondith a ston. Corpus Christi wretyn ther on. The recurrence of the refrain after each couplet, the repe- titionary quality of the cumulative statements, the Teu- * Cambridge History oj English Literature, ii, p. 434. THE MEDLEVAL LYRIC 23 tonic simplicity of the verse, the allegory and its directness, unite in this little poem to produce an effect not easily equaled by our late poets who have attempted the revival of things mediaeval. Longer and less well sustained is the allegory of another poem wherein the poet fancies himself a careless youth treading his way "of a somers day," his hawk on fist, his spaniel by his side, the game in sight, when a rough brier pricks him as he passes and bids him '* revertere" Such poems connect the groups of religious poems with those that dilate on the vanity of life, and hark back ultimately to the Psalms and Ecclesiastes and to the many patristic writings that dwell on the favorite mediaeval theme, de contempiu mundi. And here, too, belongs that grim conception of life as a dance of death, popular subject for brush and chisel as for drama and the lyric. Erthe appon erthe wolde be a kinge; Bot howe erthe to erthe sail, thinkes he no thinge. When erthe bredes erthe, and his rentes home bringe. Thane schalle erthe of erthe hafe full harde partinge.^ These are tones such as those of the deepest pipes of the organ when sound ceases to be wholly audible and stirs us only as a mysterious and disquieting tremor. Less mov- ing are the poems the intent of which is only monitory: trust not friendship untried, be careful not to talk o'er much, keep money in thy purse, beware of losing the freedom of bachelorhood; and these in turn shade off into satirical verses directed against women, their wiles, ' Early English Lyrics, p. 171. 24 THE ENGLISH LYRIC their shrewishness, their idle gossip, and ale-bibbing. With them and with the reiterated truisms of moral and gnomic verses we speedily pass out of the realm of song into the close confines of didacticism, where "no birds sing." The love songs of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries defy in their variety any attempt at classification. The influences that went to their making were much those governing other lyrical poetry, save that here direct influences from France are more certainly traceable. Among the several French types translated and imitated most frequently are the address, the debat, the pastoureUe, and the ballade, the last ordinarily losing its form. The address often takes the shape of a New Year's letter from the poet to his lady, couched in stately terms declaring undying allegiance and service. The debat is restricted in English to a dialogue between a heartless lady and her devoted "servant." It is sometimes prolonged to great length and maintained with more ingenuity than lyricism, as in the well-known example of La Belle Dame Sans Mercy. The pastoureUe, a common form of the chanson d'aventure, is either a love song, in dialogue between two rustics, or the love-making of a gallant and a country maiden. Of this last two interesting English specimens are extant. One of them has cast off wholly the foreign spirit and, though only a late version exists (one sung by Henry VIII and his courtiers), from its recurrent refrain and other features the poem is doubtless of far earlier origin. The first stanza runs: THE MEDLEVAL LYRIC 25 Hey, troly loly lo, maid, whither go you ? I go to the meadow to milk my cow. Then at the meadow I will you meet. To gather the flowers both faire and sweet. Nay, God forbid, that may not be! I wis my mother then shall us see.^ It was the snatch of an old pastourelle, otherwise known, that Feste sang in Twelfth Night : A Robyn, jolly Robyn, Tell me how they leman doeth And thou shalt knowe of myn; and it was the pastourelle that Henryson glorified into that most charming of his shorter poems " Robene and Makyne" which enforces the naive but wholesome lesson that The man that will nocht quhen he may Sail haif nocht qtihen he wald. "Of all forms of amatory poetry," says Padelford, "the ballade enjoyed the greatest popularity in England. . . . Every phase of the conventional love-complaint, every chapter in the cycle of the lover's history is treated in these ballades precisely as in the corresponding verse in France." ^ Without further specifying these influences in forms such as the aube or complaint of a lover at the approach of morning, the chanson a personnages or song of the rites of spring, or the effect of lightsome measures such as those of the lai and the descort, we may turn to the ' Ilci)rint<(l in Aiiglia, Xii, p. 2.55, in an older form. * Camhrid'jr Englixli Lilcrahirr, p. Hi. This passage must be inter- preled as api)lying to the conlonl, n(jt the difTicull technical form, of the balladr, which, a.s a matter of fact, was little practised in mediieval Eng- land save by Chaucer and his followers. 26 THE ENGLISH LYRIC larger characteristics of this rich literature of late medi- eval amorous song. Here we find the joy of life and a feeling for the beauty of the world, flowers, birds, and sunshine, all, in a sense, the conventional furniture of the poet and yet not wholly lacking in that quality of par- ticularity which critics are accustomed to associate only with later times. In a famous song the poet bursts forth : Bytuene Mersh ant Averil, When spray biginneth to springe. The hitel foul hath hire wyl On hyre lud to synge. Ich libbe in love-longinge For semlokest of alle thinge ; He may me blisse bringe; Icham in hire bandoun. And hendy hap ichabbe yhent; Ichot from hevene it is me sent; From alle wymmen mi love is lent Ant lyht on Alysoun.^ Attention has been called to little personal touches among these lyrics. Of Alysoun we learn that "hire browe" was "broune, hire eye blake." "One wommon woneth by west"; a second is described as "that swete thing, with eyen gray," and of still another, a maid of Ribbesdale, we are told, in what amounts to "the precision of a min- iature," that "hire chyn is cloven" and she Hath a mury mouht to mele. With lefly rede lippes lele, Romaunz for to rede. * Printed in Bsddeker, p. 147. Lutel foul, little bird; lud, voice; libbe, live; sembkesl, seemliest; he, she; Icham, I am; bandoun, lordship; hendy, fair, lucky; yhent, gained; Ichot, I wot ; lent, turned. THE MEDLEVAL LYRIC 27 Unquestionably the English minstrel worked himself freer of "the metaphysics of love" than his Gallic elder brother; he avows frankly the nature of his passion, de- claring how, as In a wj'ndon, ther we stod. We cxiste use fyfty sythe, ^ and the lady in turn as frankly confesses. That I nam thyn, and thou art myn, To don al thi wille. To the Latin of the cloister touching the French of the court, with all the cross-currents of their intermingling with the vernacular, must be ascribed the macaronic na- ture of so many of these poems both sacred and secular. To these influences, too, must be referred both the per- version of hymns and the parodying of sacred songs by the wandering scholars as well as the retaliatory adapta- tion of amorous ministrelsy to sacred uses. The Francis- cans especially were active in this last, enjoined as they had been by their founder, St. Francis, a trouvere in his youth, to become joculatores Domini. It has been noted that "the only two names to which religious lyrics attach themselves in the thirteenth century are both those of Other minorites." There are not lacking other later examples. The martial si)lrit, however it permeated the age and although it produced much verse which belongs to the occasional class, has given us only one name with which indulgent criticism can link the title, lyrist. Of Law- ' How ft, :i window, a.s we 8toof)0." .fournnl nf (Icrmanic I'kilnlogj/, ii, 323. 52 THE ENGLISH LYRIC work is negligent and his merit as a poet lies little beyond what he was able to take over from the foreign coffers that he rifled so frankly. Far more purely Italianate and con- summate as a metrist was Barnabe Barnes who, in his Parthenope and Parthenophil, published in 1593, continues the Italian impulse of Sidney. Parthenope and Parthe- nophil purports to be a sequence of sonnets, but inter- spersed are many canzons, sestinas, and odes in the rich and exuberant manner of the Renaissance Italian poets, rather than a mere borrowing of their ideas and phrases. Of these three experimenters in the grafting of Italian poetry on the stock of the English lyric, Watson translates and little more; Barnes successfully reaches the form of his models; Sidney alone assimilates their spirit to the emotional processes of his own genius. In order of prior- ity in time, these poets range, Sidney, Watson, Barnes; in order of poetic value the last two change places and stand below and apart from the eminence of their great fellow. The spirit of mid-Elizabethan lyrical poetry is the spirit of youth and the joy, the inconsequence, and the unconsciousness of youth. This poetry is pagan, care- free, little oppressed with the problems of life, frank in its cult of beauty and in its delight in the brave shows of the world. It revels in the art of song, in variety and experi- ment in verse, in the artifices of style; it plays upon words and elaborates ingenious figures of speech; it bubbles with voluble joy or, if cast down, its despair or petulance are those of childhood. An unknown poet of England's Helicon sings: IN THE ENGL.VND OF THE TUDORS 53 Praised be Diana's faire and harmless light. Praised be the dews wherewith she moists the ground. Praised be her beams, the glory of the night, Praised be her power, by which all powers abound. In heaven queen she is among the spheres. She mistress-like makes all things to be pure: Eternity in her oft change she bears; She beauty is, by her the fair endure. And Thomas Lodge describes the Rosalind, on which Shakespeare was later to model Orlando's Rosalind, in this ecstasy of a lover's delight: With orient pearl, with ruby red. With marble white, with sapphire blue Her body every way is fed. Yet soft in touch and sweet in view: Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! Nature herself her shape admires; The gods are wounded in her sight; And love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his l)riind dolli light: Heigh ho, would slic were mine! But there were graver notes even in this early concert of joy. Fulke Grevillc, boyhood friend of Sidney, left behind him, years later, a miscellaneous collection of poetry mostly lyrical, much of which must have been written in I lie days of tlic Areopagus. Ccclica, as this collection is railed, is only in part lyrical and remarkably free from foreign and extraneous influences, metrical or other. Many of these poems are characterized by a dcj)th and intricacy of thotight llmt suggest the manner of 54 THE ENGLISH LYRIC Donne a little later. But Greville's ponderings led him from the lyric into poetical disquisitions and into state- craft ; J)onne retained his lyricism irj_the eloquRnrip, of the pulpit. Another EhzaEeUian, to whom poetry was the means to a more serious end than art, was Father Southwell, one of the Jesuit brethren who gave at last his life to the cause of turning England back to the older faith. Southwell wrote in old-fashioned metres and was as unaflFected as Greville by the prevalent Italianism, pastoralism, and other passing poetical fashions, with the exception of one, the " conceit." How it came to pass that the splendid courtier Sidney, responsible for the Pe- trarchan conceit in English poetry, should have claimed, as one of the earliest and most certain of his disciples in this respect, the holy Father Southwell, is one of the things difficult for ingenious scholarship to explain. To Southwell the lyric was a means to the worship of God and to the uplift of the human soul struggling among the snares and sorrows of the world. The lavishing on his work of a fervid and ingenious imagination dignifies Southwell at times with the utterance of a true poet. Many a poet of the day turned from the vanities of worldly poetry to express religious feeling in song or to translate or imitate the Psalms of David, those accepted realiza- tions of poetic fervency and devotion. None the less Southwell stands forth conspicuously among Elizabeth- ans as the only poet of rank who devoted his art undivid- edly to what was then called "divine uses." The conceit has already been several times mentioned IN THE ENGLAND OF THE TUDORS 55 in these pages and the subject calls for discrimination. A conceit, in the parlance of the old poets, was any strik- ing, apt, or original figure of speech employed to illus- trate or beautify a passage rhetorically, whether in verse or in prose. Obviously this perfectly reasonable effort was prone from the first to degenerate into extravagance and effort, in which the thought was apt to be lost in the illustration. Thus when the ink that Sidney uses runs by its nature into Stella's name, when pain moves his pen, and the paper is pale with despair, we have conceit pure and simple, though doubtless born naturally enough, as elsewhere in Sidney, of a poet's quick discernment of likenesses and association of remote ideas. No less ex- travagant is Juliet's wish that Night should take Romeo cut him out in little stars. And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night; And pay no worship to the garish sun; though here even more certainly do we feel that the intensity of Juliet's passion is such that a trifle like this, bizarre though it certainly is, is carried naturally on the impetuous current of her thoughts. When we turn to some of the ingenuities of Donne — that of the compass for example, in the famous "Valediction forl)idding Mourn- ing," prolonged, effectively it must be confessed, tlirough three or four stanziis — we do not feel quite so .sure. And yet the habit of Donne's mind was subtle and this par- ticular j)oem is exquisitely sincere. Southwell likens the tears of ("lirisi lo llic jwols of Ileshbon, baths where 56 THE ENGLISH LYRIC happy spirits dive; and, in throes of spiritual unworthi- ness, tells how he drinks drops of the heavenly flood and bemires his Maker with returning mud. And yet the cause of these conceits may be attributable to many things beside mere carelessness or bad taste. Sidney lav- ished metaphor on his poetry, as on his prose, and failed at times, from a romantic spirit that could brook no restraint, to discriminate or exercise his taste. A similar obliviousness to the means of reacliing his end character- izes the extravagant figures in the poetry of Southwell. On the other hand, other poets, especially later ones, are often deliberately ingenious and the effect is that of an imagination, mediocre at best, taxed to its extreme effort. It is difficult to believe that an allusion by Lynche, one of the minor sonneteers, to The tallest ship that cuts the angry wave And plows the seas of Saturn's second sun, was not ingeniously wrought out, not without labor, as Jonson would have put it, on the anvil of thought. So, too, Cowley's words of the artificers who cut the wooden images that adorned the temple of Jerusalem, that they Carve the trunks and breathing shapes bestow. Giving the trees more life than when they grow, is assuredly not a thought that could have occurred off- hand, or unpremeditated, or to any one whose avowed quest was not the saying of something in a manner in which it had not been said before. That which men do naturally they do with grace. Excessive effort is com- IN THE ENGLAND OF THE TUDORS 57 monly awkward. Hence the frequent unhappiness of the conceit when it became a matter of inventive preparation, not an extravagance born of uncontrolled imagination; hence its frequent preposterousness and want of taste. It is a mistake to ascribe the introduction of the conceit to any one English poet, or to hold that Gongora, Marino, or any other foreign poet is specifically responsible for it in English literature. The conceit developed under the influence of Petrarch, whose personal good taste for the most part preserved him from its excesses. It was the Petrarchists, whether in Italy, France, or England, that countenanced and developed the conceit in their en- deavor to outdo the hyperbole of their master's ingenious imagery' . There were other artificialities besides the conceit in the poetrj' of Elizabeth's time which may be studied in Sidney and many of his successors. One was the echo- sonnet. Another construction was the sheaf, as it has been called, in which a series of comparisons are made in suc- cession, gathered together and then applied in an equal number of applications. An elaborate development of this ingenuity is to be found in a poem of two long stanzas by Edmund Bolton entitled "A Palinode," in which such a series of similitudes with their ai)i)lications are bandied back and forth several times with an inventive cleverness fully justified in a hai)py and not unpoetic result. As wilhoroth tlip primro.sc by the river. As fadeth summer's sun from ^'i'linR foimtains, As vanishelh tlic light-blown bubble ever, 58 THE ENGLISH LYRIC As melteth snow upon the mossy mountains: So melts, so vanisheth, so fades, so withers. The rose, the shine, the bubble, and the snow. Of praise, pomp, glory, joy, which short life gathers. Fair praise, vain pomp, sweet glory, brittle joy. The withered primrose by the mourning river. The faded summer's sun from weeping fountains. The light-blown bubble vanished for ever. The molten snow upon the naked mountains. Are emblems that the treasures we uplay. Soon wither, vanish, fade, and melt away.^ The game is further pursued, and to its logical finish, in a second stanza of equal elaboration. But this should suffice for what the more serious spirits of the time very properly called "these toys." The form specifically consecrated to serious lyrical ex- pression in the last decade of Elizabeth's reign was the sonnet. We have noted that Wyatt is responsible for the introduction of the sonnet into English; Surrey for that change in the arrangement of rimes that transformed it into a series of three alternately riming quatrains con- cluded with a couplet. Sidney practised the sonnet in nearly every variety of rime-arrangement which the in- genuity of Italian (and French) sonneteers had invented before him. And to Sidney must be referred the first writing in English of a series or sequence of sonnets de- voted to the details of the progress of an affair of the heart. Sidney's sonnet sequence, Astrophel and Stella, was most probably written during the years 1581, 1582, * See F. E. Schelling, A Book of Elizabethan Lyrics, Boston, 1895, p. 110. IN THE ENGLAND OF THE TUDORS 59 and the earlier part of 1583. It was not published until the year 1591, three years after the poet's death, and then by Nash, the procurer of the copy. The story con- veyed in Astrophel and Stella purports to be the autobio- graphy of Sidney's love for Lady Penelope Devereux, whom he lost by not knowing his own heart. The lady contracted an unhappy marriage with Lord Rich, and Sidney subsequently married a daughter of Sir Francis Walsingham. Indubitably Sidney would never thus have addressed Penelope Devereux had not the cult of Pla- tonic love descended to him through Petrarch and the rest of the Italian and French sonneteers as one of the received literary fashions of his time. But it scarcely follows therefore that the poignant touches of feeling in which these sonnets abound must be interpreted merely as evanescent lyrical expressions of the new cult.^ Even less justi6able seems the attitude that shudders at a story which, taken in its entirety, is singularly pure and elevated above the sordid pruriency of a vulgar liaison. Indeed, these sonnets produce in the reader who is un- biassed by preconceptions and scholarly ratiocinations, * See especially J. B. Fletcher, "Did Sidney love Stell.i," reprinted in his volume. The licligion of Beauty in Woman ; and S. Lee, Elizabethan Sonncl.i, loot, Wesltninster, i, xliii, who denies to the series "any serious autobiograi)hical significance." The argument of Fletcher from the analogy of Shakespeare's sincere n-[)n'sr-ntatioti of the jjassion of Romeo and Juliet seems to the present writer hardly in point. Sidney was not a dramatist, nor did he pretend to be one. Whether other men wrote sonnets to ladies whom we may discover, as Byron discovered Junius, to he "n()l)o]9, revealed a copious imagery de- voted to the cult of beauty, a ready verse, and a fluency 82 THE ENGLISH LYRIC of poetic diction, quite amazing in the author of the bald religious verse that we have at his hands and the satirical and controversial Puritanism of other specimens of his work. Neither Basse nor Brooke is memorable save for his association with greater men. Commendatory verses of the former precede the first folio of Shakespeare's plays; Christopher Brooke was the friend of Donne. If we turn now once more to "the sons of Ben" and to the disciples of Donne, we find both traceable, with cer- tain interminglings, especially in the lyric and its kindred form, the epigram, throughout the age and quite to the Restoration. Thus Browne himself, with all his Spenser, wrote epigrams of so truly Jonsonian a model that one of them, the famous "Epitaph on the Countess of Pem- broke," "Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother," has been time out of mind erroneously attributed to Jonson.* 1 This famous epitaph was first published in Osborne's Traditional Memoirs of the Reign of King James, 1658, p. 78, and also included in the Poems of the countess's son, William Earl of Pembroke, and Sir Benjamin Rudyerd in 1660, p. 66; but "in neither volume is there any indication of authorship." Jonson's claim to it rests solely on Whalley, the editor of the first critical edition of Jonson, who alleges a tradition to the effect that Jonson wrote it, but offers no proof or reference. On the other hand, in Aubrey's Memoirs of Natural Remarks on Wilts (ed. Britton, 1847, p. 90), the epigram is said to have been "made by Mr. William Browne who wrote the Pastorals" {Notes and Queries, Ser. i, iii, 262) ; and Mr. Goodwin, the most recent editor of Browne, quotes the following lines from this poet's Elegy on Charles I^ord Herbert, a grandson of the countess, to show that Browne himself alludes to his authorship of the epigram. The passage runs: And since my weak and saddest verse Was worthy thought to grace thy grandam's hearse. Accept of this. UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 83 Richard Brome, Jonson's body servant, lit his slender lyrical flame, hke the torch of his abler comedies, at the altar of Jonson; whilst Cartwright, Randolph, and even Waller, with many lesser men, might claim the same august kinship, if not by genius, at least by adoption. Of Carew and Herrick, truest of "the sons of Ben," we shall hear more below. As to Donne, his influence, from the postur- ing and effort which it frequently begot in his imitators, is even more readily discernible, prompting alike the cyni- cal note of some of Beaumont's lyrics, such ingenuities perhaps as Jonson's own "Hour-Glass" and his humorous contention that "Women are but Men's Shadows," and leading on, as we shall see, to the contortions of Quarlcs, the transfigured conceits of Herbert, the confusions of Crashaw, and the veritably "metaphysical poetry" of Cowley. The old drama from the first furnished many oppor- tunities for the writing of incidental lyrics, and there is scarcely a i)laywright of average reputation who has not contributed his lyrical poctrj' to the general flood of song. Of Shakespeare's superlative gift in this kind, note has already been taken; of Marlowe's single, perfect little pas- toral lyric, and of Dekker's songs, so choice and so few. 'J'homas Heywood possessed an almost equally clear run- nel of song, in which wc catch at times a sense for nature, premonitory of things afar off to come; while in Webster's two "Dirges," contributed, one to each of the two over- powering tragedies that have made his name immortal, we have an atmosphere of weird terror equalled only in 8i THE ENGLISH LYRIC the grotesque lyricism of the witches of Macbeth. Next to Shakespeare among his successors, John Fletcher could best turn a lyric; indeed, so much is his art in this respect like Shakespeare's later manner that it is not to be won- dered that authorship has been made a matter of question in the beautiful "Bridal Song" in The Two Noble Kins- men. Fletcher's range is only less than Shakespeare's, as his lyrics incidental to his plays are fewer in number. Fletcher hesitates not to take an old subject and find new pretty things to say on the endless theme "what is love? " or to conclude the series of a hackneyed tournament son- net on "Care-Charmer Sleep" with a new treatment, nothing inferior. His "God Lyseus ever young" deserves a place beside Jonson's "Queen and huntress chaste and fair " or Shakespeare's " Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne " ; and it was doubtless to Fletcher's fine lines on melancholy, "Hence all you vain delights," with their perfect pre- servation of the single grey tone, that Milton, a careful student of the older poets, owed at least the design of his "II Penseroso." Scarcely less happy than the lyrics of Fletcher are those of his coadjutor Beaumont, so far as the two can be separated. We have noted the tone of cynicism in Beaumont, which he may have had of Donne, as where he sings Never more will I protest To love a woman but in jest. On the other hand, in finish, if not in a certain stifiFness, and occasionally in weight of subject-matter, Beaumont is no unworthy son of Ben. Such especially is the quality UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 85 of the lines "On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey," earliest of a series of poems on this topic and exemplifying a new note in the lyric, that of melancholy reminiscence suggested by a monument of past glory. Nor did the general lyrical facility fail even the later dramatists. Massinger, Ford, Randolph, and especially Shirley, all were writers of successful songs and quotable even in a select anthology of the lyrics of their time. The masques, which flourished in increasingly expensive glory throughout the reigns of King James and Charles I, are full of lyrical poetry; and of this domain Ben Jonson is the recognized potentate, giving laws with dogmatic certainty informed, however, with consummate taste and a true love of poetrj\ Daniel, Campion, Beaumont, Chap- man, Browne, all were competitors of Jonson in the masque, and all have left in this work of theirs admirable specimens of their lyrical art. Unhappily, the very per- fection of the adaptability of poetry such as this to the purpose in hand often deprives it of that permanency to which its merits would otherwise entitle it. Still, it is not impossible to cull many a poem of indestructible beauty from among the forgotten glories of these sumptuous vanities of times gone by. Possibly the most permanent are the ei)itlialamia or bridal songs, for the masque was often cnij)loyed to grace the festivities of noble nuj)tials. Of uj)plied lyrics of this kind (to go back for the nonce), none are nobler tliaii \ho. famous "Prothalamion" and "Ki)illialamion" of Spenser, tlir former written for the joint marriage of two noble ladies, daughters of the Earl 86 THE ENGLISH LYRIC of Worcester, the latter, the poet's own ecstatic marriage song. Neither of these formed part of a masque, nor did Chapman's "Epithalamion Teratos," the effective lyric which he employed for the celebration of a marriage in his completion of Marlowe's Hero and Leander. But it was poems such as these that offered Jonson and the writers of masques models for their subsequent work. There are few finer epithalamia than Jonson's which concludes the masque that Gifford picturesquely dubbed The Hue and Cry after Cupid, with its sonorous refrain, "Shine, Hesperus, shine forth, thou wished star." The foremost writer of masques in the time of King Charles was James Shirley, notable, too, as one of the great dramatists of his age. The lyrics of Shirley, which are often exquisite and deeper than surface thought and catching charm, are confined neither to his dramas nor his masques, but were collected by their author in a volume, published in 1646, in which he claims several fugitive poems already in print and attributed to other men. Despite the confusion of Shirley's lighter muse with that of Herrick and Carew, his is the larger utterance of earlier days; and so, to a cer- tain extent, likewise, is Habington's, who in his sonnet sequence to Castara, 1634-1640, practised that now old- fashioned form almost for the last time, until it was re- vived, first by Charlotte Smith and Bowles in the latter decades of the eighteenth century, and later with renewed vigor and poetical success by Rossetti and Mrs. Browning in Victorian days. Analogies frequently mislead and disprove what they UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 87 are invoked to illustrate ; and yet the often-repeated com- parison of the reign of EHzabeth to the spring, the period of peculiar and rapid quickening, the time of bloom and promise, is as useful as it is obvious and hackneyed. In such an age poetry is careless in form and subject as we have seen, more intent on saying many things than cau- tious in selection; and the moral significance of art with questions of its mission are things little thought on, and, even if considered, carelessly neglected. There was vice and sin in these old days, and there were serious-minded men who deplored it; but, although the forces of disin- tegration were already at work, there was as yet no open break between the cult of beauty and the spirit of holiness. With the accession of King James a change came over the English world. First, the national spirit fell slack, with a foreigner come to the throne. As a consequence Puritan- ism, with its dangerous political aspirations, began to kindle, fanned by the fitful unwisdom of the king and his preoccupations pedantic and unkingly. The frivolous became more frivolous with their masques, revels, and costly entertainments, and royalty led the rout of folly; while the prudent, grave, and God-fearing felt themselves gradually alienated from nmch which they had hitherto been able to accept without question or cavil. The arts, and particularly the stage, suffered in this cleavage be- tween the pursuits of i)leasure and the dictates of morals. But to speak of Puritanism in its more inclusive sense, as wholly inimical to poetry, is totally to misre[)resent the truth. The history of the sacred lyric alone, in the 88 THE ENGLISH LYRIC reign of James and Charles, with its splendid dedication to the worship and glory of God, whether the devotee were Anglican, Puritan, or Roman, is enough to disprove so gross a misrepresentation. This however must be con- fessed, the poets now chose between earthly and divine love or lived in later regret for their celebration of the former. Amor, Venus, and the rest were now felt verily to be gods of the heathen, to be sung with apologies if not with shame; and song, like other good gifts of the world, was enlisted in the services of virtue and godliness. As a result of this split between the sacred and the secular world in poetry as elsewhere, the age of King Charles I produced the purest of our poetical worshippers of beauty as it produced the most saintly and rhapsodic of English devotional poets. Among the former Carew and Herrick stand preeminent, alike in their general characteristics and in the delicacy and perfection of their workmanship, but contrasted in many other things. Thomas Carew is described as an indolent student while at Oxford, a diplomat of modest success, later promoted to a close attendance on King Charles as the royal cup- bearer. He wrote, like a gentleman, for his pleasure and that of his immediate friends, and his poetry came into print only after his death and after the passing of the immediate experiences that occasioned it. Carew was devoid of Jonson's scholarship as he was devoid of Jon- son's show of it; but his learning was adequate and, if worn negligently, was always in the height of the contem- porary mode. But neither the form nor the thought of UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 89 Carew's lyrics is ever negligent. Here he is strict as Jonson himself, and far more easy. Carew seldom trespasses on serious or important subjects, dwelling preferably in the world of compliment, polite love-making, pointed repartee, and sentiment only half serious. And yet Carew is a very genuine poet, full of fancy, unerring in his cor- rectness of phrase, happy in his choice and management of stanza, and admirably in command of himself and his art. His taste for the most part preserved him from the conceit, whether of Sidney or of Donne. Carew, in a word, is the ideal poet of Waller's imagination, an ideal that Waller in his narrower, poetically desiccated, and less well-bred age, never approached. Our other English poetical hedonist, Robert Herrick, is a very different type of man. Born in 1591, several years before Carew, Herrick probably began writing not long after the death of Shakespeare. He was one of the authentic sons of Ben and has left more than one poet- ical memorial of the brave old days at "the Dog, the Sun, the Trii)le Tun," where Jonson sat enthroned, the august potentate of literary Bohemia: Where we siieli flusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad; And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine. Herrick somewliat unfittingly entered the Church and remained long years Vicar of Dean Prior in Devonshire, of which he was deprived during the Commonweallli, lo be restored on the accession of King Charles. The i)ub- 90 THE ENGLISH LYRIC lication of Ilerrick's poetry in a volume called the Hes- perides was delayed until 1648, when his spirit of joy was peculiarly out of touch with the turbulent days of the trial and execution of King Charles. Herrick's volume seems to have fallen dead from the press despite a minor part of it on more serious subjects, designated Noble Numbers ; and his reputation remained obscured to a time almost within the recollection of the scholarship of to-day. The lyrical poetry of Herrick — and save for his epigrams, which in comparison are negligible, he wrote no other — is of a range far contracted within the ample bounds of the Elizabethan muse at large. Ever remembering the minor number of his religious poems, many of them very beautiful, no English poet is so sensuous, so all but wholly erotic, and so frank and whole-souled a follower of hedonism in his philosophy of life, and of Anacreon, Sappho, and Catullus for his art of poetry. Herrick is a lover of all the joyful things of the world: the spring with its blossoms and country mirth, fair women, their youth, and the charming details of their beauty, its fragility and imperishable charm. He finds uncommon joy in common, often in trivial, things: the tie of a ribbon, the flutter of his mistress's dress, the small pleasures and superstitions of his coimtry parish, his dog, his maid, the simple pro- vender of his larder — better furnished, one may surmise, than the humility of some of his poems confesses; and he shudders at death as the negation of all that he adores, lamenting the approach of years with unfeigned regret for the joys that are past and irrecoverable. Yet Herrick's UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 91 success lies less in all these things — which he shares with a dozen other poets — than in the vividness and simple directness with which he has realized them in an art as sure as it is delicate, as apparently unsophisticated as it is metrically and stylistically impeccable. Happiness of imagery rarely lapsing into actual conceit, sly humor, witchery of phrase, all are Herrick's. In a score of de- lightful poems — " Corinna Going a-Maying," "To Prim- roses," "Meadows," "DaflFodils," "His Grange," and "Thanksgiving" — Herrick has equalled the best of the Elizabethan lyrists; and, in general, his technique is more perfect than theirs. As much cannot be said on this score either of William Cartwright, of whom Jonson said that he wrote "like a man," or Richard Lovelace, admirable gentleman that he was in the halls of Oxford, at court, and in the field. Both are lyrists of great inequality, Lovelace especially, varying between some two or three perfect little songs (such as the immortal "To Lucasta, going to the Wars," and "To Althea, from Prison "), sure of a place in any anthology including his time, and poems that fall into mere slovenliness and unintelligibility. In the poetry of Herrick, and more particularly in that of Carew and Ix)velaco, to which we may add poems of Sir Robert Ayton, Cartwright, Bromc, King, Hoskins and many more, we meet with the earliest considerable body of verse that comes under the category of vers de sociele. This variety of the lyric recognizes in the highly complex conditions of modern .society fitting themes for poetry, and makes out of the conventions of .social life a 92 THE ENGLISH LYRIC subject for art. Only the poet who knows this phase of Hfe from within can truly depict it; not because it is superior to other life, but because it is broken up into a greater number of facets, each reflecting its own little picture. Vers de societe makes demand not only on the poet's breeding and intimate acquaintance with the usages and varieties of conduct and carriage which dis- tinguish his time, it demands also control, ease, elegance of manner, delicacy of touch, with an entire absence of pedantry, perfection of technique and finish. As to the result, exacting criticism has found its cavil and its sneer. Vers de societe has been found wanting in seriousness as occupied purely with trifles; and in part this is true. Yet neither of poetry nor of life is it fair to demand that it be concerned wholly with Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers. The hyperbole of emotion would fare ill if judged by the standards of the hyperbole of compliment; and those who find nothing but shallowness and insincerity in the lyrics of Carew, are judging these delicately cut little cameos by standards better applicable to the portraiture of heroes hewn of granite or cast in bronze. " Breadth of design, " "sustained effort," "artistic seriousness," all have their place in the jargon of the critic as measures to apply to the larger dimensions of heroic and romantic art; but such standards belong not to the distinguishing of the scents and colors of roses nor to the appraisement of the gossa- mer delicacy of many a lyric which is no less sincere UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 93 because it happens to be founded on the superficialities of social intercourse that conceal very little after all the mainsprings of true human feeling. Turning now to the devotional poets of the reign of King Charles, we reach a group as interesting for their diversity of faith and opinion as for the singleness with which they cultivated their dignified and supremely difficult art. We have heard of the devotional sonneteers, Breton, Constable, Barnes, and the rest; the translation of one or more of the psalms of David into verse appears to have been de rigueur to all who pretended to any cultivation of poetry, from Surrey and Gascoigne to Stemhold and Hopkins, and from Queen Elizabeth to Bacon and King James himself. Among the Elizabethans, Donne wrote some exquisitely fervent devotional poetry, Jonson like others a poem or two in the kind; but South- well alone devoted his muse in toto to the praise and glory of God. As the Puritan spirit stiffened for its strug- gle with kingcraft, men of all faiths examined themselves more rigorously as to their beliefs, and the literatun^ of faith, accompanied by that of controversy, gained in vogue and popularity day by day. These were the flour- ishing times of the religious pamphleteers, many of whom wrote in verse with pertinacious and exasperating facility. George Wither, friend and collaborator with William Browne in the Shcj)hcrd\'i Pipe, 1017, turned from the pastoral, from satire and lyrical verse (in the last of which he had approved himself in Fidelia, 1()17, and in Fair Virtue, 1G22, a genuine poet), to the religious 94 THE ENGLISH LYRIC pamphlet in verse. In Hymns and Songs of the Church, Halleluiah, and other Uke productions, he attested his faciUty in rime and the austere Puritanism of his faith. To Wither there was a greater mistress than art; but instead of enhsting art in the service of rehgion, he felt her ornaments were to be discarded as among the deceitful appearances that lure men from the straight and narrow way. Wither's devotional poetry is always didactic. Not dissimilar in general intent was the even more popular work of Francis Quarles, who, among many pamphlets which were little more than paraphrases of scriptural story, wrote several volumes — Sion's Elegies, Sion's Sonnets, for example — of devotional lyrics. The most famous of the books of Quarles is his Emblems, first printed in 1635, and followed almost up to our own time by innumerable editions. Quarles, unlike Wither, remained of the Church of England; and, equally unlike his Puritan rival, decked out his wit in all the grotesque originality of conceit. None the less Quarles is as genu- inely devout as Wither, and these poets and their lesser kin brought "the consolation and stay" of poetry, mingled with that of religion, to thousands to whom the rhapsodic visions of Crashaw must have remained as a fourth dimension. Of the many charming devotional poems of Herrick it is not necessary to speak at length. His is the attitude of the child, tired of play, who adores and fervidly, he knows not why. Herrick was doubtless a truly religious man and honored with unfeigned piety the picturesque UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 95 forms of the Church which he served. Carew, with the well-bred gentleman's sense of the fitness of things, declares explicitly, I press not to the choir, nor dare I greet The holy place with my unhallowed feet. Habington devotes the last book of his Castara to the heavenly Muse; and, save for a poem or two, the fine religious verse of George Sandys, the traveller, is para- phrase and not Ij'rical. There remain, if we except Milton, the three great religious poets of the age, Herbert, Cra- shaw, and Vaughan, and all were 'par excellence lyrists. George Herbert was born one of nature's darlings, his family, — that of the Pembrokes, — his favor, his tal- ents, and his fortune all conspiring to that end. After a distinguished career at Cambridge, where he became, in 1619, Public Orator of the university, Herbert came into favor at court and enjoyed the friendship of Bacon and Dr. Donne. While Herbert was at college, Donne had been his mother's friend, and there can be little question that it was his example in the church and in poetry that determined Herbert's ultimate career. Hav- ing taken holy orders, Herbert became rector of Fuggel- stone in 1630, dying prematurely three years later. His was a life pure, beautiful, and saintlike; and his poetry, liiim})le though he reckoned it, was the flower of his piety ,'irul loving devotion to the animating spirit and the ceremonies of his beloved Church. His one volume. The Temple, was published posthumously and enjoyed an immediate and continued poj)ulurily. Her1)crt is a con- 96 THE ENGLISH LYRIC cettist, and delights not only in ingenious imagery but even in the puerilities of acrostics, anagrams, and shaped verses. But these ingenuities of his wit are the mere surface foam and bubbles of a tide of deep and irresistible religious fervor. The sincerity of Herbert's feeling, the sweetness of his faith, and the frequently high poetic quality that he reaches, make him one of the truest, as he is still one of the most widely read, of our devotional poets. The poetical relations subsisting between Herbert and Crashaw are very close, for it was The Temple that begot alike the spirit and the title of Crashaw's volume of religious poetry. Steps to the Temple, first printed in 1646. Richard Crashaw was likewise of Cambridge, and was one of five fellows of Peterhouse deprived of their fellowships because they refused to take the oath of the Solemn League and Covenant, offered almost literally at the point of the sword. Crashaw soon after went abroad and, entering the priesthood of the Roman Church, died a sub-canon of the Basilica Church of Our Lady of Loretto. Before he left Peterhouse, Crashaw had written some charming secular verses, printed with his other work as The Delights of the Muses ; but his enduring fame rests on his religious poetry. Crashaw, too, is a concettist and follower of Donne; but where Donne sees things oddly from the innate originality of his mind and Herbert dwells with loving ingenuity on every curious detail of his art, Crashaw is carried away in a storm of imagery, confused and incoherent at times from the very force of UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 97 his eloquence. The figures of Crashaw are often not only extravagant but wanting in taste; yet it is easier to find in him passages of glowing religious emotion, sustained lyrical art, music of words, and splendor of diction, than it is to seek out his inequalities and lapses into the ex- cesses of imaginative conceit wherein he has been time out of mind the example and warning of the critics. There is no English poet, until we come to Shelley and Swin- burne, who is so dithyrambic as Crashaw, and few have matched the ease and music of his lines and the atmos- phere of light and radiance that pervades the best of his poetry. There is no such close connection between Vaughan and his predecessors as that between Herbert and Cra- shaw. Henry Vaughan, called the Silurist by his contem- poraries because of his birth among the people of South Wales, entered Oxford in 1G38, five years after the death of Herbert. Crashaw he could not have known person- ally, as Crashaw was of Cambridge and deprived of his fellowship while Vaughan was still an undergraduate at Oxford. Ikit Vaughan had a glimpse of the former age. He knew Cartwright and Randolph and revered the memory of Jonson. These associations influenced him early to the writing of secular poetry, some of which, of a grade little above Randolph or Stanley, appeared as early as 1(546. We do not know the jjarlic-ulars of Vniif^han's life. Before long he turned his allenlion with his brother Thomas to religious prose and verse, iiis most im[)oriant collection, .Sz7cx Scintillans, a|)pearing in 1050 98 THE ENGLISH LYRIC and 1655. We may imagine Vaughan in his beautiful home in South Wales, leading a life somewhat that of Wordsworth in his beloved Lake Country. Indeed, there seems much in common between the two poets, especially in their unbookishness, their love of nature in her power to reveal truth to man, their lofty poetical spirit, in- equality of execution, and a certain narrowness, the price of the intensity of each. In Wordsworth this narrowness took the form of pride and didacticism; in Vaughan it was merely theological, and the product of his age. And yet Vaughan, even with this and his halting execution, is at times a great if unequal poet, and his close observation of nature and his loving sympathy with all living creatures presages an age far in advance in these respects of his own. The accidental discovery of some forgotten manu- scripts on a street book-stall in 1896, has placed a fourth poet, equally fervent in his piety if humbler in his attain- ments, beside the trio, Herbert, Crashaw, and Vaughan. Thomas Traheme was nearly of an age with Vaughan and, like him, was partly at least of Welsh blood. Pre- ceding Vaughan by a year or two at Oxford, Traherne be- came private chaplain to Sir Orlando Bridgeman, and by that circumstance was identified as the author of a modest amount of devotional prose and verse of much sweetness and fervency. Traherne's poetry, while warmer tem- pered than that of Vaughan, seldom attains the glow of Herbert, far less the flame of Crashaw. Traheme has an easy facility of phrase and a command over his verse that is surer than that of Vaughan; and he maintains a UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 99 uniform, if somewhat monotonous, excellence and music on his one happy string, the interdependence of God and man, that makes of man, not a corpus vile of cor- ruption, but "a spring of joy crowned with glory." It is pleasant to discover among devotional poets strains so uniformly cheerful as Traherne's, and thus poetically to recover from Puritan despair, Anglican preciosity as to form, and the visionary ecstatics of Romanized Crashaw. Among the minor lyrists of the latter days of Charles I may be mentioned Henry King, Bishop of Chichester, who amused himself with poetry during a long life, and negligently allowed his work to be much confused with that of other poets of his day. Thomas Stanley, too, noted for his History of Philosophy, was also a poet in his youth, now in the manner of Donne, now in a less dif- ficult mode. Of Habington and his Castara, sole theme for his devoted muse, we have already heard, and of Love- lace, whose fortunes were as unequal as his poetry. Sir John Suckling, with all his coxcombry and carelessness, stands above any of these in his poetical gifts and, with his dramas as well as his lyrical poetry considered, holds a dignified place in the annals of literature. Suckling inherited wealth and a high social position and i)lunge(l, when a mere youth, into the gayest and wildest of lives, becoming no less famous for his verses and his wit than for hi.s lavish extravagance, inveterate gaming, and dis- .soluto life. As a writer of vers de socictc, dciighlful, dar- ing, and cynical, perfectly well-bred, and at times of the 100 THE ENGLISH LYRIC highest artistic merit, Suckling, at his best, was unex- celled in his age. He died, a suicide, before the beginning of the civil war. Charles Cotton, a man of more equable spirit, was born in 1630 and lived on long after the Re- storation, though his lyrics, most of them, belong to his earlier days. Several things are interesting about Cotton. He was the personal friend of Isaak Walton and wrote the well-known continuation of The Complete Angler ; he was well-versed in French literature, and not only translated much from it but fell under the immediate influence of his contemporaries in French poetry. A genuine love of nature and ability to express in brief and vivid words that love, are characteristics of Cotton's poetry; and again and again he reaches excellence in his lyrics of love and good-fellowship. Not less appreciative of nature, though in her milder moods, is Andrew Marvell, Assistant Latin Secretary to Milton in Commonwealth times and re- doubtable satirist of Charles II and his dissolute court. The poetry of Marvell belongs to his earlier days, when he was a tutor in the family of the parliamentary general. Lord Fairfax. Marvell revived the pastoral lyric with the unaffectedness and susceptibility to nature's charm that marked the poetry of Greene or Breton; and he imbued it with a much more serious thoughtfulness. But Marvell's love of nature is at closer hand, as shown in several lyrics, remarkably personal and circumstantial in detail, and in his few rare devotional poems. Suckling marks the crown of the conscious artistic lyric, poetry as the mirror of the sentiment and gallantry, the delicate UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 101 compliment and raillery of the conversation of folk of the best society. Beginning in the conscious art of Jonson, this species of the lyric reached its culmination in Carew, to flourish in a desiccated branch in the poetry of over- praised Waller. But aside from Herrick and the greater devotional poets, the ultimate hope of the far future lay in the naturalness and unaffectedness of poets such as Cotton and Marvell, in whose sincere and beautiful minor poems are contained some of the choicest qualities of English lyrical art. Allusion has just been made to the over-praised lyrical poetry of Waller, whose position in the history of English poetry has been traditionally misunderstood. Edmund Waller was born in 1605, three years before Milton and when Shakespeare had as yet eight years to live. He was the senior of every poet named in the last paragraph excepting Habington, and was writing poetry before the repute of Carew, Suckling, or Lovelace. There were three editions of Waller's poetry in the year 1645, before either Ilcrrick or Carew had come into print, but the author's authentic publication of his work belongs to 1664. Waller was a man of wealth and position, a trimmer in politics, serving Cromwell or his enemies as opportunity offered. Waller was likewise a trimmer in poetry. An actual examination of his earlier poems, before they were sophisticated into accordance with the style that came to prevail by 1664, disi)rovcs the glib statement that Waller's "earliest verses . . . f)ossess the formal char- acter, the precise prosody without irregularity or over- 102 THE ENGLISH LYRIC flow, which we find in the ordinary verse of Dryden, Pope, and Darwin."^ Waller's poetry is resonant with the tones of other men — Carew and Herrick, in particular, both well known in manuscript and anthologies before the pub- lication of their collected works; — and the resonance is always weaker than the original and always on the more ])opular note. Waller fell in happily with an age that was wearied with the ingenuities of conceit, and shrinking from the vigor of an exercise of the imagination to tlie safer and more comprehensible functions of the fancy. Waller would have been lost in the age of Elizabeth; as it was, he was found only when the tide of poetry had ebbed, save for Milton and Dryden, to the shallows wherein swarmed the Bromes, Roscommons, and Buck- inghamshires. Among them Waller was a Triton. Abraham Cowley was a greater poet and a far more estimable man. Only three years Waller's senior, Cowley was in print as a poet at fifteen. Ejected from Cambridge for his royalist leanings, after a brief stay at Oxford he entered the services of Queen Henrietta Maria, retir- ing with her to Paris, on the surrender of King Charles. There it was that he found his college intimate, Crashaw, in want, and sent him with a royal introduction to Rome. Cowley's life was cleanly, religious, and somewhat aus- tere. He was neglected with many another good man by King Charles II at the Restoration, but repaid at his death by a royal bon mot. The range of Cowley's literary activity in poetry and prose is quite unusual among the * E. Gosse, Eighteenth Century Literature, London, 1889, pp. 2^ 4. UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 103 lyrists of his time. With a name for himself in the drama, the familiar essay, and in serious and epical poetry, Cow- ley bulks large, and his collected works, in their many edi- tions, assume the portentous. In his lyrical poetry Cow- ley is alike a follower of Jonson and of Donne, though the constructiveness of the former has less affected his meth- ods and style than the latter's originality and conceit. Cowley was possessed of excellent poetical gifts, and he made by honest endeavor the best possible use of them. He was emulous of originality of thought and phrase, and we feel at times that he ingeniously strove for them. He essayed a multitude of themes and a variety of stanzas; his mood ranges from serious, religious, or moral thought, to lighter lyrics of love and humorous mock lyrics: and he is almost completely successful in each. One of Cow- ley's chief foUowings of Jonson consists in a number of lengthy poems on serious subjects which he entitled "Pindaric Odes." Jonson, who never spoke idly where the classics were concerned, wrote several poems which he called Odes, and one especially on the death of Sir Henry Morison that he entitled "A Pindaric Ode." In them he preserves to a nicety the formal conditions of the Greek model. Cowley, although a competent Latin scholar, as his Latin play Naiifragium Joculare suffi- ciently attests, was not so happy with his "Pindarics," which, in their slovenly disregard of the rules of the form so flaunted in their titles, had much to do with the abuse of the term, ode, in later English poetry to signify almost any poem of a more or less serious intent, written in ir- 104 THE ENGLISH LYRIC regular metre.' Cowley's Odes, it may be fancied, have always been more admired than read; they are estimable productions, but not too often re-readable. Cowley died in 1667, too soon to acquire the gait and habit of the new restrictive poetry. His repute was greatest in the thirties and forties, before the conceit, which he practised with great ingenuity and success, had fallen into disrepute, and before the star of Waller had risen, harbinger to that greater luminary, Dryden. By the time that Pope had come to write, Cowley was hopelessly out of fashion; and the age that began a biographical notice of Waller with the words, "the most celebrated English poet that England ever produced," asked the cruel question: "Who, now, reads Cowley ? " With the death of Kjng Charles and the amazement and reaction that it bred, the writing and the reading of poetry flagged as men turned to the sterner political tasks of the moment. Milton at once threw himself with aban- don into a struggle which seemed to him vital to the free- dom of England, and Marvell soon left his seclusion to war with his pen by Milton's side. As for the Cavalier poets, those who were not dead or in exile were living, like the once magnificent Lovelace, in poverty if not in actual want; caroling boisterous songs in praise of loyalty and drink, like Cotton and Alexander Brome; or, at the ^ Cowley's age was not insensible to these defects; witness the strict- ures of Congreve in his excellent Discourse on the Pindarique Ode, 1705. For a short and rather slight summary of the English ode, see Mr. Gosse's English Odes, " Introduction," 1889. UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 105 least, abusing their Puritan enemies, like Clieveland, in satire, ribaldry, and jest. Stanley had turned from poetry to philosophy; Montrose, "one of the last of the goodly line of English noblemen whose highly tempered metal expressed itself unaffectedly in song," survived King Charles only a year. Save for Vaughan and a few be- lated collections of verse such as those of King, Stanley, Sherborne, and the posthumous volumes of Crashaw and Cartwright, the fifth decade of the century is peculiarly barren of poetry. But the transition into the new age was in process in poetry as elsewhere. Waller and Davenant were already adapting their thoughts with their metres to changing conditions and, closer to the return of the king, John Dryden began to write. In our contemplation of the lyrical poetry of the reigns of King James and Charles I, with its ingenuity, its tune- fulness, its religious fervor, its cynicism, and its rich and varied form, we have left for the last the greatest of its names; for although Milton partook far more of the na- ture of his time than is conmionly allowed, he stood aloof in his art, as in his faith, little touched by the idle tem- porary fashions in literature that dashed their moment- ary foam at his feet. Chronologically, there is no mak- ing Milton an Elizabethan, whatever the reminiscence or paternity of his j)octry. lie was almost precisely the contcmi)orary of Waller, who, however, some years sur- vived him. Ilerrick, nearly twenty years Milton's senior, died in the same year with him, 1074; C'owlcy, his junior by ton years, died before him, and for nearly fiflccn years 106 THE ENGLISH LYRIC Milton and Dryden were fellow subjects of Charles II. The poetical influences upon Milton, however, were those to which the Elizabethans had been subjected, working directly upon him as they had worked upon them, though with the slanting rays of an afternoon sun. We hear, for example, how deeply and lovingly Milton read the classics at Cambridge; how he acquired a famil- iarity with the Italian poets and wrote sonnets of his own in that beautiful tongue; how he knew and appreciated our English poets from Chaucer and Spenser to the Fletcher of The Faithful Shepherdess and the William Browne of Britannia's Pastorals. We hear, too, how above all Mil- ton was influenced by the study of the Bible in his liter- ary as well as his religious spirit, and this to a degree be- yond that of any English poet that had gone before him. A notable thing about the inspiration of Milton is its bookishness. Few poets ever studied the classics so lov- ingly and so completely; few divines have been so sedu- lously read in the Bible; his was an extraordinary con- junction of profane with sacred learning. And yet, though read in the poets, the philosophers, the makers of great literature as few poets have ever been read, it must be confessed that Milton was less well read in the life about him, though an eager participant, when the time came, in the political affairs that were shaping the destiny of England. No man can escape the direct rays of the life about him unless he sequester himself in monasteries or live in the gloom of prisons. Yet it is easy for the scholar and lover of books to see life less by the direct, unbroken UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 107 ray than as its light is refracted by the prismatic lenses of learning and former poetic art, often thus shivered into a new beauty indeed, but into a partial beauty after all. The lyrical poetry of Milton, save for the later sonnets and the choruses of Samson Agonistes, belongs, as is well known, to the period before the civil war. Here, free as yet from the trumpet call to civic duty, he was able to give the earlier fruits of that reading and study in which he had fitted himself, like a religious no\T[ce, for the holy calling of poetry. These early poems of Milton com- prise, among others, the marvellous "Ode on the Na- tivity," the exquisite companion lyrics "L' Allegro" and "II Penseroso," the "mask," as he chose to call it, of "Comus," and the noble threnody on the death of a dear friend, "Lycidas." To have achieved poetry so varied in kind and so perfect in technical finish before the age of thirty was a marvel not to be repeated in English litera- ture until the days of Shelley and Keats; and Milton him- self did not rise, at least lyrically, Jibove these triumphs of his young maturity. In the matter of immediate influ- ences, we may discern how the "Ode on the Nativity" smacks of the " Marinism," fashional>le in the poetic cir- cles of the poet's day at Cambridge and exemplified in fantastic beauty and confusion in Crashaw's "Hymn" on the same great theme. We may note how here and else- where Spenser was Milton's guiding star, how Burton's "Anatomy of Melancholy" may have suggested the con- trast of "L' Allegro" and "II Penseroso," and a song of John Fletcher's the tone and technique of the latter. 108 THE ENGLISH LYRIC "Comus," too, is but one in a long and brilliant succes- sion of sumptuous court entertainments from Jonson to Carew, and "Lycidas" harks back, once more through many pastoralists, to Spenser, in whose Arcadian back- ground linger the honored classical shades of Vergil, Theocritus, and Moschus. Yet there is ever about the poetry of Milton a supreme originality that arises out of a perfect artistic assimilation of the materials of his art, the imprint that marks the man of simple, great, and unaffected nature. Milton is notably a serious poet. To him poetry was no "vain and amateurish" art, but ever to be cherished as a precious vocation, less sacred only than his allegiance to the state and his duty to God. Milton did more than any of our great poets, save Wordsworth, to reclaim poetry to a serene and steady contemplation of the weight- ier themes of life and to wean us from the notion that lyrical poetry especially is concerned only with the petty expression of trivial individual emotions. It lias been re- marked that love is not a theme of Milton's poetry; that, despite the contrasted titles of "L' Allegro" and " II Pen- seroso," there is melancholy in his mirth, but no mirth in his melancholy; that "the topical bias," that is, an inter- est in affairs current and personal, is one of the inherent characteristics, if not a defect, of his poetry. All this is true; but what Milton lacked in diffuseness, in sympathy with individual men and the complexities of their lives and feelings, he more than made up in the intensity of his personality, the energy of his inspiration, and the refine- UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 109 ment of his taste. In "Lycidas" for example, Milton was practising a funereal art long sanctioned in the lugubrious elegies of his English predecessors; but with the fantas- tic wealth of the Renaissance pastorals and the chaster examples of the classics before him, he raised this spe- cies of verse to a plane of artistic seriousness that made "Adonais," "Thyrsis," and "In Memoriam" possible. So, too, in his incomparable sonnets Milton's attitude is always dignified, his themes of moment, his execution finished, restrained yet ample. Those in Italian celebrate an obscure adventure in no wise discreditable to Milton's heart, if they be not rather mere poetical exercises in a beautiful foreign tongue. Except for these, with the son- net on the nightingale and the cuckoo, neither does love, the all but universal theme of previous sonneteering, ap- pear in the sonnets of Milton, nor do they group together in any unity or singleness of mood. Milton emancipated the English sonnet from the secjuence, realizing its unity as of a higher order than that dependent on the accidents of collocation. Each of his sonnets is the effective pre- sentation of a single mood, based upon some reality of person, character, or incident; and it was in the nature of things that, with this recognition of the essential unity of the thouglit, Milton should work in consciousness of those niceties of form that give to the Petrarchan sonnet its unmatchable position among the verse forms of lyrical poetry. MilLon practised the sonnet in strict accord with the sequence of rime which Italian usage had established. lie was not always so rigid in his ad- 110 THE ENGLISH LYRIC herence to the subtler Italian refinements as to pause. But who shall say that such a sonnet as that addressed to Cromwell or the poet's noble utterance "On his blind- ness" could be bettered by a transfer of the point of tran- sition from sestet to octave to a place more regular ac- cording to exotic standards ? Indubitably in Milton the poet ever ruled the scholar, and we must look back to iEschylus and Sophocles for a poetic calm and elevation, a certainty of technique and a sustained nobility of thought such as his. However, the poet controlling the scholar alone will not explain Mil- ton; for it must be confessed that in contrast with other poets of the first rank, Milton is not remarkable either for the fruitfulness or the variety of his reflections. It has often been observed with wonder that he should have made so much out of material well known and accepted. By way of example, Mark Pattison^ once took the famous sonnet "Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints," known too well to need quotation here, and, showing first that a familiar quotation from Tertullian is its only thought, and acknowledging its " diction " to fall " almost below the ordinary," declared, none the less, that "it would not be easy to find a sonnet in any language of equal power to vibrate through all the fibres of feeling." And he finds the secret of this paradox in the circumstance that "the poetry of a poem [may be] lodged somewhere else than in its matter or its thoughts, or its imagery, or its words. Our heart is here taken," he continues, "by storm, but not ^ Introduction to The Sonnets of John Milton, 1892, pp. 58-60. UNDER THE FIRST TWO STUARTS 111 by these things. The poet hath breathed on us and we have received his inspiration." The poetry of Milton, in ultimate analysis, resides in his transcendent personality, a personalitj^ in which simplicity, intensity, and confidence in himself and in his di\nne calling unite as they have never united before. His was a great and fervent soul, informing a nature so faithful that in his poetry the first condition is the perfection of artistry. Careless work, slovenly work, work neither fully thought out nor per- fected, such as sullied the repute of other poets, was to IVIilton an impossibility, for poetry was to him a species of worship and worship was to him an art. Milton's is the only egotism that the world has accepted without cavil and without sneer. There is nothing ridiculous in the assumption of a Titan that he is a Titan. It was INIil ton's calm avowal that his poetic "gifts" were of "God's im- parting, . . . which I boast not, but thankfully acknow- ledge, and fear also lest at my certain account they be reckoned to me many rather than few." His was the gift of the ten talents, and he rendered in the measure of their fullness. This is why "L 'Allegro" and "II Pcnscroso," "Lycidas," that splendid threnody devoted to the rites of friendship, and the lyrics of "Comus" in their pre- cious setting, never stale of repetition; this is why they remain, with the sonnets, austere, personal, and occa- sional though most of them arc, priceless as jewels and as permanent, to fail us never. \ CHAPTER V THE LYRICAL DECLINE; FROM THE RESTORATION TO THE DEATH OF COWPER ITH the Restoration of King Charles II to the throne, indubitably a new spirit came to prevail in English poetry, and in no form was U the change so complete as in the lyric. The new poets sang from the first in the newer strain; the older poets unlearned their art of singing or, failing so to do, were carried back into a swift oblivion. Such was the case with Cowley whose reputation was soon eclipsed by the greater fame of Dryden. Milton was inadequately appreciated in his own later time. Herrick, Carew, Suck- ling, Herbert — to say nothing of the earlier lyrists — all were speedily forgotten; and Waller, who had continued to keep his poetical (like his political) cock-boat afloat by its very lightness in the rapids of Commonwealth times, now floated out into the calm waters of the new age the acclaimed leader of the new poetry. It is customary at this point in the history of English poetry to dilate on the extravagances of the pre-Restor- ation poets, to gibbet the conceits of Cowley and Crashaw and the occasional lapses into bad taste of Cartwright, Lovelace, and lesser men. Clearly, in view of such condi- tions, something had to be done; so the temperate Wal- THE LYRICAL DECLINE 113 ler and the admirable Dryden here step forth consciously and generously to save English poetry from impending wreck on the jagged rocks of its own exorbitant imagin- ation. As a matter of fact, no literature has ever been wrecked by the exuberance of the poetical imagination, although poverty of imagination has stranded many a petty craft on the sand-banks of time. Even the misdi- rected ingenuity of the conceit — which began with the first of the Petrarchists, not w^ith Donne, much less with Crashaw — cannot be held accountable for the change in literary taste. Passing by the unfairness of a comparison of the lapses of the concettists and their failures with the controlled literary style of their successors in the next age, it may be affirmed that the contrast has been much ex- aggerated; and it might be easy to find passages in the poetry of the pre-Restoration poets exhibiting a control, a sequence of thought, and a moderation not inferior to the much praised "classicality" that came after. Nor is it difficult to find conceit, extravagance, and want of taste in the early work even of Dryden. Among the many affirmations as to this contrast none is more gratuitous than that which makes Dryden, or even Waller, a con- scious leader in the change of poetical taste, or even, in a very large measure, responsible for it in its alleged foreign importation.^ The qualities of style and the manner of tliinking that came, in their fulhiess, to characterize the literature of the Augustan age, had their origins far back, w ' S<-«- Ihi- prfsint writer's "Ben Jon.son .uid I lie Cla.ssiral School," Publicalion* nj the Modem Language Association, xiii, 189H. 114 THE ENGLISH LYRIC and mainly in England; as to poetry at least, we shall find them especially (as already suggested) in the precept and example of Jonson. It can be shown beyond the peradven- ture of a doubt that Jonson exhibits in his non-dramatic poetry, so much of it occasional, a trend towards a pre- cise, pointed, and antithetical diction, a Latinized vocabu- lary, and a preference for the decasyllabic couplet — stronghold of the Augustans — over all other kinds of verse. Dryden, like Jonson, was a playwright, a satir- ist, a poetical translator, and a critic of high order; and Davenant, who intervened, in some respects the most im- portant literary figure between them, affected a similar catholicity. As to the lyric, it was in the nature of things that it should suffer in the new age. Already the imagina- tive power of the best of the Elizabethan lyrists had con- tracted largely to the play of fancy that characterized the concettists and writers of vers de societe. Although Jon- son wrote a poem telling us fancifully "Why I write not of love," it may be suspected that he felt a certain con- descension with respect to the whole lyrical art as con- trasted with his serious work in drama and satire, a condescension shared by Dryden and others that came after. Should this attitude among the lyrists of post- Restoration times be held in question, we have only to contrast the impassioned eloquence of Sidney's sonnets, or those even of Spenser, with the polite love-making of Waller in his effusions to his Saccharissa, to feel the dif- ference. Therein this pattern of the new polite age dis- closed to his admiring followers how a fine gentleman THE LYRICAL DECLINE 115 should court the lady of his poetical choice in verse as smooth and filed as his sentiments were becoming and un- sullied by so vulgar a thing as passion. The coxcombry of some of these verses can be made credible only by quotation, though seriously to criticise it is, according to the proverb, to break a butterfly on the wheel. ThjTsis, a youth of the inspired train, Fair Saccharissa loved, but loved in vain: Like Phoebus sung the no less amorous boy; Like Daphne she, as lovely, and as coy! With numbers he the flying nymph pursues; With numbers, such as Phoebus' self might use! But alas ! the cruel nymph would not for a moment stay, and after a chase O'er craggy mountains, and thro' flowery meads, the lover gives up the pursuit with these consolatory con- gratulations: Yet, what he sung in his immortal strain. Though unsuccessful, was not sung in vain: All, but the nymph who should redress his wrong. Attend his passion, and approve his song. Like Phoebus thus, acquiring unsought praise. He catched at love, and filled his arms with bays. Sir William Davcnant, god-son of Shakespeare, dra- matist and author of the epic Gondihert, has less of the lyrical element in him than almost any poet of equal rank. A few songs, scattered through the plays, echoes at long range of the brave old age, an occasional poem or two, rising somewhat at times towards the higher air in which tlip lyric flf)nrislics — these are absolutely all that there 116 THE ENGLISH LYRIC are to name of the strenuous first laureate of King Charles. Great poet, too, that Dryden was, towering tall and un- ashamed in his vigorous contrasted art even beside the austere bulk of Milton, his greatest limitations appear in his lyrical poetry. Three noble and serious "Odes" he did achieve, the two "for St. Cecilia's Day" and the splendid lines "to the pious Memory of Mistress Anne Killigrew, excellent in the two sister arts of poesy and painting." There are some half dozen lyrics in the plays adapted to other themes than those of love, a hunting song, a song of jealousy, a charm and so forth, besides some more or less perfunctory religious verse to which the term lyric may indulgently be applied. But, in gen- eral, by Dryden's time a lyric had come to signify simply a love-song, now languishing, now disdainful, now com- placent, now satirical, but a love-song none the less; nay worse, if passionate, deteriorating into mere animalism ; if sentimental, a bauble or lure in the frivolous game of gal- lantry that so occupied the Merry Monarch and his too loyal and imitative subjects. Thus one of the songs of Dryden's opera, King Arthur, 1691, begins promisingly: " Fairest isle, all isles excelling"; but this promise degen- erates immediately into "swains and nymphs," "Venus" and "Cyprian groves," and England, we find "shall be renowned [merely] for love." Of another incidental love lyric of Dryden's from Cleomenes, 1692, Professor Saints- bury enthusiastically exclaims: "The song, *No, no, poor suffering heart,' is in itself a triumphant refutation of those who deny passion and tenderness in poetry to Dry- THE LYRICAL DECLINE 117 den; but for a few turns of phrase, the best name of the Jacobean age might have signed it."^ Thus in the love lyric Dryden, the first poet of his age, even at his best, only approached, after all, the best names among the Jacobeans. The miscellanies which we found so important in the earlier age, collecting as they did the best poetry of the time, continued in popular esteem throughout the seven- teenth century. One of the most characteristic collec- tions of the kind is Wifs Recreations, first published in 1641 and going through nearly a dozen editions before the close of the century. In its various forms this collected the published poems of Thomas May, Shirley, Herrick, Waller, Milton, Sir Edward Sherburne, and many other well-known poets, some of them before they had appeared elsewhere in print. Other miscellanies ranging between 1G40 and 1G71 are Wit Restored, Wit's Interpreter, Wit and Drollery, The Loyal Garland, and the popular Musarum DelicicB. But in quality these and later collections by no means maintained the earlier standards, but turned from sentiment and genuine poetry to admit the verse of satire and wit, the humors of the street and the ribaldry of the tavern. The earlier fashion of the publication of .song- books likewise continued almo.st to the end of the cen- tury, and in the hands of men such as Henry and William Lawes, Lanirr, Playford, and the great Dr. Purcell, the music at least suffered no deterioration. Among the.se ' John Dryden a Works, cd. Scott and Salntsbury, Edinburgh, 1882, VIII, 212. 118 THE ENGLISH LYRIC later poets who may have written exclusively for music, we know of none, however, approaching Campion. To return to the miscellany, towards the close of the century this title was applied to a somewhat different species of publication; for example, Cowley so entitled a section of his own poems in the edition of 1656. But far later Dry- den so designated certain collections of poetry by him- self and other authors, published apparently under his supervision. The first miscellany of Dryden, called Mis- cellany Poems, appeared in 1684 ; the second with the addi- tional title Sylvce in the next year. The last to which he himself contributed was the fourth, in 1694, now desig- nated the Annual Miscellany. This irregular periodical was by no means confined to lyrical poetry, but con- tained satire and translation as well. Several poets of note made their debut in its pages; among them was Pope, who contributed his pastorals to "the sixth part," 1709. Returning to the lyrical poets at the Restoration, Shir- ley, the last of the great Elizabethan brotherhood in the drama, died of exposure, consequent, it is said, on the burn- ing of his house in the great London fire of 1666. His octavo volume of poetry, 1646, was doubtless by this time as forgotten as his excellent plays. Cowley, who died in the next year, maintained from his personal re- pute a longer popularity; but his benign and ornate muse was out of fashion in these newer days of the return of the king, son to that queen whom Cowley had so faithfully served. As to other poets, the old-fashioned cavalier. Cot- ton, with his unaffected love of nature was nearly as de THE LYRICAL DECLINE 119 trop as the Puritan belligerent satirists, Wither and Mar- vell, and in none of these did song continue far into the new age. An interesting minor poet, who began to write with Dryden immediately preceding the Restoration, is Thomas Flatman, better known to his age as a painter of miniatures. Flatman is a disciple of Cowley, and he never succeeded in acquiring the mannerisms of the new age. He thinks for himself, and in some of his irregular odes — a form that he acquired from his master — has left behind him some creditable serious poetry. "The Matchless Orinda," whose folio volume appeared in 1GG7, three years after her death, belongs here too. Orinda was in plain life Mistress Kathcrine Philips, born Fowler, and a native of Cardigan. There she and her husband formed a little literary coterie, in which the members as- sumed fanciful names after a fashion prevalent in the ro- mantic novels of the day. Philips was known as Antenor, Katherine, as Orinda; the admiration of friends added the flattering adjective " matchless." Orinda was not un- known to literary London, and Cowley, Orrery, and Flat- man approved her. Her poetry, which is fluent rather than musical or thoughtful, is taken uj) largely with ex- aggerated [)raises of friendship, and her fame during her day was greater than her deserts. And now the world was free to the new poets, the satel- lites of Dryden: Butler, Oldham, Roscommon, Orrery, Etheredgc, the satirists, translators, dramatists, and oc- casional poets of the Restoration — who does not know their names anrl liow "the glorious John" overtops their 120 .THE ENGLISH LYRIC mediocrity and what is often less than mediocrity, where poetry (not mere wit, burlesque, and ribaldry) is the mat- ter in question. Among these "holiday writers," as Pope afterwards called them, only Charles Sackville Earl of Dorset, John Wilmot Earl of Rochester, and, somewhat later. Sir Charles Sedley, can be described as lyrists of rank; and they, in a sense, carried onward to a restricted, though equally choice, development the vers de societe of Carew and Waller. The lives and dissipations of these gentlemen of quality are singularly alike and signally re- presentative of their gay and abandoned age. Dorset was the eldest, and he longest survived. He is described by Horace Walpole as "the finest gentleman in the volup- tuous court of Charles II and in the gloomy one of King William." His lyrics are found only in collections and miscellanies. He disdained publication. Dorset's famous song, "To all you ladies now at land," bears the date 1665. Rochester, who died at thirty-two, a ruined de- bauchee, left behind him, besides the most exquisite lyrics of his school, printed verses, the ribaldry and brutality of which remain unexampled in any literature or age. As to Sedley, he was a more prudent, a less ungenerous, if not a less profligate man. Bishop Burnet thus distin- guished Sedley from his fellows : " He was not so correct as Lord Dorset nor so sparkling as Lord Rochester." Sedley appears to have become somewhat less frivolous at the Revolution. He took sides against his masters, the Stuarts, whether from any political conviction or from a private grudge is a matter into which we need not here THE LYRICAL DECLINE 121 inquire. The lyrical poetry of this group, with John SheflBeld Duke of Buckinghamshire, Sir George Etheredge, the dramatist. Mistress Aphara Behn, Lansdowne and some others, is purely that of amorous gallantry; its very mask and domino of names — Cliloris, Celia, Dorinda, Phyllis, and the rest — proclaim it such; as does its vocab- ulary of hyperbole, its "charms" and "darts," its "pas- sions" and its "flames." Even the honesty of its cyni- cism is to be mistrusted, and the whole imaginary world that it created is only a flimsy and would-be polite fabric reared on a basis of mere animalism. And yet the best lyrics of these poets abound in wit, happiness of phrase, delicacy of fancy, and charm of manner, rising occasion- ally to passionate lyrical eloquence: Thou art my life — if thou but turn away. My life's a thousand deaths. Thou art my way — Without thee, love, I travel not but stray. These are the words of Rochester, the most fervid stanza of a poem, " To his Mistress," that breathes passion from beginning to end. More in accord with the average excel- lence of this group of lyrists are these stanzas of Sedley: 'T is cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy. Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy. An hundreility or to the lack ICO THE ENGLISH LYRIC of a strong and finely tempered personality. Great lit- erary man that he was, Scott was simply not lyrically vocal; and we feel, as we read his occasional lyrical suc- cesses, that they are after all exceptional. Scott touched life at first hand, even if tradition, the archaeologist and the collector of curios in him, did inter- fere at times to destroy the contact. Robert Southey, who was surer in his own heart, with his Thalabas and his Kehamas, of poetical immortality than possibly any other English poet laureate, seems to have reached mankind and the world only through the intervention of books; and accordingly he has left just one poem quotable even approximately as a lyric, the "Stanzas written in his Library." The estimable virtues of Southey, of which his friends and the critics have made so much, no more con- cern us than his unreadable epics. Precisely the contrary is true of Charles Lamb; for Lamb in his habitual expres- sion of self, so natural and so charming, is always more than half a lyrist, although he has left in bulk little that is clothed in the customary raiment of poetry. Lamb's earliest poetry, entitled Blank Verse and written with Charles Lloyd, belongs in publication to the year 1798. Proportionate to its amount, the poetry of Lamb furnishes much to the anthologies, all of it original and of worth. Like Southey, Lamb, too, lived in books, but with how different a result. Lamb's contribution to the romanti- cism of his time was his discovery of the Elizabethans and the joyous and discerning acclamation that he gave them. He is more than half a poet of an elder age himself. A THE ROMANTIC REVIVAL 161 favorite lyrical metre of Lamb's, for example, is the octo- syllabic, managed much after the manner of Wither. Lamb employs it in his exquisite "metaphysical" bit of moral- izing "On an infant dying as soon as born," and again, linked in threes, as Carew was wont to use it, in the beau- tiful lines "In my own Album." Lamb, too, could raise personal emotion to the height of lyrical impersonality, and we know not whether " When Maidens such as Hester die," written of one to whom the poet had never even spoken, reminds us more, in its circumstances, of Donne and his unseen, unknown Mistress Drury, or of Words- worth and his "Highland Girl." There is a choiceness of flavor in a love poem such as this, rarefied like the ether above the heats and clouds of earthly passion, and as per- fect in expression, too, as in mood. Only once has Lamb surpassed this lyric, and that is in "The Old Familiar Faces," daring metrical experiment though it is, and one that the poet did not repeat. If a poem is to be judged by its success and not by preconceptions, "The Old Familiar Faces" must be accepted without extenuation or excuse. No flow of orthodoxly regulated syllables could produce the complete cfT(>ct of these broken words, ordered in the slow movement of despairing revery. I have had playmates, I have had companions. In my diiys of childhood, in my joyful school-days — All, all arc Kono, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing. Drinking lair, silling laic, with my bosom cronies — ■ All, all arc gone, llic old f.miili.ir faces. 162 THE ENGLISH LYRIC How some they have died, and some they have left me. And some are taken from me; all are departed — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. Such a tour de force is never to be classed with the met- rical nihilism of a Whitman ; but as a daring Turneresque triumph by means of the employment of an untried med- ium in a case not to be won by the assent of orthodoxy. Walter Savage Landor, though five years the junior of Wordsworth, published poetry almost as early and formed for himself ideals in literature as independent. Moreover Landor's was a style more purely his own than that of any poet of his time. His achievements in letters were manifold : prose, drama, the epic, the lyric, and, above all, the epigram. In all, too, he attained excellence, though popularity has never waited on him. Landor's literary pose throughout his long life was that of aloofness, he literally "strove with none," and he succeeded in keeping himself singularly free from the Gothic romanticism that permeated Scott and the rest of the narrative poets and from the naturalism of the Wordsworthians as well. The classical training of Landor was extraordinary and his facility in Latin verse such that he frequently wrote his poems in both languages, preferably translating into Eng- lish from the Latin in which he had first clothed his thoughts. Indeed, in his restrained and studied beauty of thought, Landor was more artistically conscious, whether in verse or in prose, than any other English author of rank easily to be named; and in consequence there is THE ROMANTIC REVIVAL 163 an epigrammatic flavor rather than a lyrical about the greater number of his shorter poems. Even his deservedly most popular lyric, "Rose Aylmer," possesses this char- acteristic. In a word, Landor is less completely a lyrist than one of the most consummate writers of vers de societe in the language. Many of his poems in this kind are of extreme brevity, four lines, at most eight or ten, but finished to the last syllable. Such is the famous epitaph, "I strove with none for none was worth my strife," the hardly less perfect, "Ah! do not drive off grief," or this: How many voices gaily sing, "O happy morn, O happy spring Of life!" Meanwhile there comes o'er me A softer voice from memory. And says, " If loves and hopes have flown With years, think too what griefs are gone! " Surely none will deny that such poetry has in it more than the quality of mere epigram; the unity, the single tone, the grace of perfect execution, the deeper feeling be- neath — all these are qualities of the lyric. A longer specimen of this union of lyrical and epigrammatic art is the following: In Clementina's artless mien Liicilla asks me what I see. And are the roses of sixteen Enough for me ? Lucilla asks if that l>e all, Have I not cuU'd as sweet before: Ah yes, Lvifilla! and their fall I still deplore. 164 THE ENGLISH LYRIC I now behold another scene. Where pleasure beams with Heaven's own light. More pure, more constant, more serene. And not less bright. Faith, on whose breast the Loves repose. Whose chain of flowers no force can sever. And Modesty who, when she goes. Is gone forever. Is it over-subtle to observe that the last stanza performs the double function of completing the description of the maiden and informing the poet's enquirer why such as she are not preferred to "the roses of sixteen"? Landor wrote greater things than his lyrics; but some of us gladly recur to them for their finish, their taste and reserve, and for that fine salt of wit that may yet preserve them beyond the term of our contemporary predilection for "nature," "atmosphere," and the other indefinable things that we spend so much of our critical time in defining. Almost within the decade in which the copyright of Lyrical Ballads was appraised, on the settlement of the publisher's business, as of no assignable value, and not long before De Quincey could boast, with an approxima- tion to the truth, that he was the only reader of Landor 's Gebir, Thomas Campbell reached popularity at twenty- one with his Pleasures of Hope, 1799, which has been happily described as the last gasp of the poetry of the eighteenth century. By 1809, when his Gertrude of Wyoming was published with equal success, he had con- formed his style to the romantic narrative that Scott had THE ROMANTIC REVIVAL 165 brought into vogue. Campbell was a versatile man, pos- sessed of little originality, but clever in seizing upon pic- turesque and pleasing commonplaces and treating them with a certain readiness and with a sentiment not ungrace- ful. As to his lyrics, several of them — "Ye Mariners of England," "The Battle of the Baltic," above all, "Hohen- linden" — caught and retained the popular ear; and the last, for its genuine fire and spirit, deserves its reputation. The sentimentality of Campbell is more difficult for us to accept than his somewhat cheap, if eloquent, patriotism; the former was more acceptable to the age that wept over Mrs. Radcliffe's novels and required the satire of Gilford to recover it from the inanities of Delia Crusca. Below the level of memorable poetry the age abounded in tuneful song, that caught the taste of the moment and appeared in song-book and album. Charles Dibdin, who died at almost seventy in 1814, left behind him six hundred songs of the sea and on other subjects, all of them easy, singable, most of them robust, many of them vulgar. There is, too, a certain "go" in the now forgotten lyrics of Thomas Dcrmody, some of them written as far back at least as 1790, and the later ones collected posthumously into the Uarj) of Erin, 1S()7. In the lyrics oi Thomas Moore, so famous in his day, we meet with the very beau ideal of immediate and happy contemporary success. Moore gained his repu- tation with Odes from Anacreon, ISOO, which is both less and more than a translation, and in his revival, at least in respectable form, of the old song-books, 166 THE ENGLISH LYRIC Irish Melodies with Music, 1807, and nine other edi- tions up to 1834. Moore has been perfectly described by Mr. Syraons as "the Irishman as the EngHshman imag- ines him to be," "he represents a part of the Irish tem- perament; but not the part which makes for poetry." ^ Indeed, no two things could be wider at variance than a genuine lyrical inspiration, such, for example, as that of Burns, with the traditions of three centuries of national song behind him, and the drawing-room prettiness and sentimentality of the words that Moore — polite, viva- cious gentleman of the tinsel society of the regency — devised to fit his Irish Melodies. Moore wrote wholly to please, and some of his "melodies" are pleasing, their phrases gracefully and prettily turned, their sentiments such as all give assent to, and creditable to their author. It was cruel of Mr. Symons to submit Moore to a contrast with his fellow-countryman, Mr. Yeats; no paper blossom, though bright as cochineal or aniline dye can make it, can stand comparison with nature. Although his work came somewhat later with English Songs, collected in 1832, Barry Cornwall, as Bryan Waller Procter was poetically known to his age, belongs here, not too far removed from Moore and Dibdin. Procter seems to have been one of the most lovable of men; from Lamb and Landor to Swin- burne (for Procter ended a long life in 1872), men united to praise him. He appears to have united two character- istics not usually found in the same author, — a tendency to take the color of his own work from the models about ' Romantic Movement, p. 200. THE ROMANTIC RE\T\^AL 167 him and an ability, notwithstanding, to suggest to others what he was unable to accomplish himself. As to the lyrics of Procter, they deal with the obvious obviously and, possessed of a certain singing quality, carry their light burden agreeably, alike to the ear and to the under- standing. Less important are the verses for music of Thomas Haynes Bayley and the imitative lyrics of Allan Cunningham, now echoing Burns, now Dibdin, and reach- ing very little in very much matter. With the nonsense in song of Coleman, O'Keefe, and Theodore Hook we sink below the lyric, as in the delicious humor of John Hook- ham Frere, the delightful parodies of James and Horace Smith, and the biting wit of George Canning we go over to the alien domain of satire. It is astonishing how slight was the influence of Words- worth on the poets of his own generation. We might mention Ebenezer Elliott's early nature poetry in this connection, did not the date of The Vernal Walk, 1798, withstand us. Elliott was to find his niche with his Corn- Law Rhymes much later, and after all there is always in liim more of Crabbc, invigorated with indignation and vociferous eloquence, than of Wordsworth. The poetry of Caroline Bowles Southcy discloses the tender sympathy with man and nature that distinguishes Wordsworth and reaches excellence at times. The sentimentality that Mrs. Southcy escaped, however, beset most of the other women of her age who wrote poetry: Felicia Dorothea Hemans, melodious and sincere; Mary Ilowitt, who at- tempted the weird and fanciful, sometimes nearly attain- 168 THE ENGLISH LYRIC ing success ; diffuse and voluble Letitia Elizabeth (Landon) Maclean, known and beloved by the album readers of her age as "L. E. L."; Sara Coleridge, who so filially per- formed the duties that devolved upon her as her father's literary executor, and inherited much of his power of mind. Her Phantasmion, 1837, is full of lyrics of considerable originality and merit. With Sir Aubrey de Vere, who died before his master, we have a certain disciple of Words- worth and imitator of him, especially in the sonnet relig- ious in tone. Other sonneteers contemporary were Ber- nard Barton, the Quaker friend of Lamb and FitzGerald, Charles Strong, inspired by the glories of ancient Rome, and Thomas Doubleday, whose work in this kind begins as early as 1818. Passing among other minor poets, the lyrics, fierce and oriental, of Dr. John Leyden, linguist and indefatigable traveller; the poems for childhood of Ann and Jane Taylor, who are responsible, for example, for "Twinkle, twinkle, httle star"; and the over-praised mediocrity of such names as that of Henry Kirke White, we note the poets of one poem, — among many. South Afri- can Thomas Pringle, praised by Coleridge for his "Afar in the desert," still popular in anthologies; Blanco White, author of at least one fine sonnet; and Charles Wolfe, who outdid Campbell in his "Hohenlinden" in the famous "Burial of Sir John Moore," a genuine lyrical success in its kind. Leigh Hunt, happy, impecunious, lovable Leigh Hunt, is possibly better remembered for his easy prose, his excellent translations, and his fascinating Autobio- graphy, in which we get so just and admirable a picture of THE ROMANTIC REVIVAL 169 the daily life and associations of the men who were mak- ing literature during the earlier half of the century. Hunt was a sympathetic friend and critic, believing in Words- worth and championing his poetry and his theories from the first. To his sympathy and encouragement, likewise, both Keats and Shelley owed much, and his generous spirit and discerning taste were always on the outlook for pro- mise. The poetry of Hunt is more important historically than intrinsically. His work is unequal, at times descend- ing to flippancy and vulgarity, the worse that both appear to have been unconscious. But Hunt was no mere trifler, and in the anecdote, " Abou Ben Adhem," and the strange dialogue, "The Fish, the Man, and the Spirit," though neither is lyrical, has done two serious and original things exceedingly well. Hunt's contributions of any perman- ence to the lyric comprise two or three sonnets, — "The Grasshopper and the Cricket," "The Nile," "On a Lock of Milton's Hair," and little more. In Byron England furnished a poet to international literature for the first time; for Byron combined, as no poet before him, a transcendent personality with a power to represent certain immediate and universally interesting characteristics of the si)irit of his age in memorable poetry. Byron addressed himself to the world, the response was immediate; and never was a reputation made so easily, maintained so consciously and defiantly, and, take it all in all, so justified in the event. Everything about Byron is contradifiory. He came to his title when a child; but had been ill bred for his sl.ition. Handsome, gifted, and of a 170 THE ENGLISH LYRIC fascinating personality; he was reputed deformed. De- voted and magnanimous in friendship, he was as danger- ous as he was faithless in love. A fashionable man of the world and a poseur before it, his love of liberty was so dis- interested that he died for it. Byron acquiesced in things as they are, neither in society nor in literature. In religion he was sceptical without ceasing to believe; in poetry a fervent admirer of Pope, yet one of the leaders of the school of romantic revolt; in politics, a Tory nobleman who for a time praised and justified Napoleon. Byron's poetry, too, is contradictory, and upsetting to theorists. One tells us that eloquence is heard, poetry only over- heard; but here is authentic poetry a condition of which is an audience. It was a need of the artistic nature of Byron that his poetry attract attention and comment, whether appreciative or adverse. Even his most despairing lyrical cry would hardly have been uttered in the deeps and soli- tudes that long retained the first reverberations of the poetry of Wordsworth. Praise soothed Byron while it dissatisfied him, criticism goaded him to new effort; hence the immediate effect of Brougham's very just and cruel review of Hours of Idleness in awakening the power and sincerity that slumbered under the pose of the young dil- ettante in poetry. Still we can never feel quite sure that Byron is sincere, however he scorns hypocrisy and the petty tricks of lesser egoists. Indubitably Byron de- ceived himself as he has deceived his readers. One won- ders if he really was as wicked, as world-weary, as despair- ing of God and man as he believed himself to be at this. THE ROMANTIC REVR'^AL 171 that, or the other interesting moment of his romantic career. To Byron, the adventure of sentiment was a ne- cessity, and it was more to him in memory tinged with remorse, we may well believe, than in present enjoyment; for Byron, like every true hedonist, was an idealist; and, like every true idealist, he recognized with exquisite pain every departure from accepted standards, whether of the world's or of his own making, and measured them by their deviations. Byron was possessed to the full of the temperament that makes for poetical expression, though not necessarily in song. His personality was too concrete, too dramatic, too self-centred for that. And while directness, elo- quence, and a fine impetuosity, at times, are his, he has little of the subtler lyrical music, as indeed he knew little of that delicate fitting of word to thought by which poem, stanza, or line of perfect craftsmanship comes to be in- evitably what it is. It is the large bold stroke that is Byron's, the meaning unmistakable and unfraught with refinements, with spiritual or hidden graces. And this it is that gives to Byron so wide a currency in foreign trans- lation. 1 1 is poetry suffers less, done into other tongues, than that of almost any other English poet: his thoughts are never insular. This is perhaps one of the reasons why Goethe said, in memorable words, that Byron was "dif- ferent from all the rest [i.e., the other English poets] and in the main greater."* To return to the lyrics of Byron, * See Matthew Arnold's commenta on Goethe's estimate of Byron, in Essays in Criticism, Second Scries, ed. 1900, pp. 179-180. 172 THE ENGLISH LYRIC there are certain personal ones that have a poignancy and fervor from their autobiographical relations: "When we two parted," "Farewell, and if forever," and the "Stanzas to Augusta," for example. Others, especially in Hebrew Melodies, if less personal, are — that is, the best of them — of equal beauty lyrically : first among them "There be none of Beauty's daughters," "She walks in beauty like the night," and the lovely dirge, "O! snatched away in beauty's bloom." There is amazing vigor, too, if the fibre is somewhat coarse, in several poems such as "The Destruction of Sennacherib," although they tres- pass on narrative. In the fine ode, "The Isles of Greece," in Don Juan, we have the characteristic Byronic attitude of a train of revery, vividly realized, over scenes that call up the historic past and the present, so incongruous to these departed glories. Yet with these and many other successes, Byron as a lyrist is, for all his greatness, some- what disappointing. Notwithstanding his eloquence and stormy passion, there is a sameness about this handsome, interesting, despairing lover, who tells his sorrows so volu- bly and with an abandon so studied for effect. Moreover the pose is not always consistently maintained, and there are times when Byron sinks in his minor lyrics to the sentimentality — rarely to the mere prettiness — of his friend, Thomas Moore. Perhaps it is not fair to look to the lyric, with its limitations of unity and definite struc- ture, or to the sonnet's scanty plot of ground, for the wide descriptive eloquence, the fervor that images of the past call forth, the grasp of comedy, and the Titan's wielding THE ROMANTIC RE\TVAL 173 force of scorn and satire that mark this glorious Lucifer of the romantic morning. No greater contrast can be imagined than that which exists between Byron and Shelley, in whom the former recognized, as did few of his contemporaries, a rival to his own posthumous fame. That the stock of the mad Byrons should have produced a genius who wrote comedy, sentiment, and satire, and lived tragedy, is not in itself surprising. That a race of fox-hunting squires, aristo- cratic, mundane, and unimaginative, should have sent forth a scion that contradicted every one of the family traits, a passionate and impractical reformer, an inspired rhapsodist in song and England's arch- lyrical poet — surely such an outcome is enough to stagger the doc- trine of heredity. Nor did Shelley's surroundings do anything to modify these strange contradictions. Byron tasted the world's pleasures and retained a relish for them even after he had assured himself of their vanity. Shelley was wholly unconventional, and led always less by his passions than by his sensibilities and impulses, which were commonly as unguided by judgment as to consequences as his reforming theories were unsustained by a consid- eration of the means to their attainment. In the word remorse can be found the key to the contrasted tem- peraments of these two remarkable men. Every act of Byron's life produced its recoil; every sin walked with its shadow. Defiant, wanton, and wilful as were most of Byron's deflections from the conventional nionility of his day, the basis of such a man's nature is moral. The moral 174 THE ENGLISH LYRIC world of Shelley had no shadows; no act was rated by its consequences, and consequences were neither foreseen nor, when untoward, deplored; Shelley was absolutely unmoral. He could never be got to understand, for ex- ample, that he was morally responsible for the suicide of his first wife, Harriet, or that the court was otherwise than tyrannically unjust in depriving him of the custody of their children after his desertion. When a literal inter- pretation of his own rebel code as to freedom in love took him abroad with Mary Godwin, and he heard, as he had to hear, that Harriet and their children were unhappy, he suggested that they join him and Mary, not in aban- doned cynicism, but under the propulsion of a new and childish impulse, that it was a pity that any one should be unhappy. A sense of humor might have saved Shelley from this preposterous proposition; but he had scarcely an atom of humor in his inconsequential make-up. Hence it happens that one of the kindest and most impulsively generous of men, where immediate acts were concerned, practised a heartless selfishness and disregard for others that made him, when his theories "counter to God, mar- riage and the constitution of England" were remembered against him, even more abhorred by the proper, the con- ventional, and the godly of his time than Byron. The poetry of Shelley is throughout unworldly and un- ruly, unsubstantial as to substance, all but perfect in its art. His reforming impulse that embraced, in his im- aginativeness, the entire world and the starry interspaces, worked itself out in anathemas of dungeons, tyrants, and THE ROAL\NTIC REVIVAL 175 iniquitous law and in the apotheosis of freedom, liberty, and, above all, love. Nature, in the Wordsworthian sense of the revealing beauty of even the tiniest flower, Shelley knows nothing of; nature in Shelley's poetry is light, ether, cloud, atmosphere, or, if he descends to earth, rock, chasm, cave (a favorite word of his), or the ever- changing sea with its depths, "green and cavernous." It has been remarked that "his chief nature poem, *To a Skylark,' loses the bird in the air, and only realizes a voice and 'unbodied joy. '"^ Shelley's landscapes are wide and the sky chiefly appears in them ; details are hope- lessly unimportant and often disturbed as in a dream. He observes nature only in her large features and in her cataclysms. In the passion of Shelley there is light, ra- diance, and scintillation, even at times iridescence, but little warmth, steady color, or glow. Human feeling be- comes, as it were, rarefied in Shelley's hands. The "Epi- psychidion" is a rhapsodic apotheosis of abstract love, however Emilia Viviuni may have intervened to fix on a momentary object the ranging eye of the poet. He knew Keats only by his poctrj', when indignation at his alleged murder by the Edinburgh reviewers prompted his invi- taticni to Keats to join him in Italy and fired his muse to iin < .xcpiisite poetic expression of abstract friendsiiip in "Adonais, " which takes its place for all time beside Milton's "Lycid.'is." And when Shelley raises his voice to the praise of beauty, it is neither a hymn to beauty earthly or spiritual, Si)enser's distinction, but a ' Hymn * Symon.s, The liomantic Movement, p. iibO. 176 THE ENGLISH LYRIC to Intellectual Beauty." Indeed, to Shelley love itself is only a fitful ecstatic kind of friendship, and friend- ship a higher type of love, because less agitated by the emotions of sex that interfere with its purity and serenity. Few poets have been visited with more beautiful ideas than Shelley or in greater numbers; and few have been more consistently animated by noble thoughts and aspira- tions. Base things and unclean have no place in his writ- ings. He seems to have been impervious to the dirt of life that at times spatters the best of his fellow-mortals. Al- though he recurs with a sort of fascination to images of death, crime, and horror, no poet, it has been remarked, has touched such things so absolutely without defilement. There is an elemental pure-mindedness about Shelley that made his choice of such a theme, for example, as The Cenci, like his treatment of it, one might almost say ab- solutely innocent. As to the quality that makes poetry lyrical, it may be affirmed literally that Shelley outsings all the English poets. For pure melody, for an exquisite adaptation of the sounds of words in their succession to the meaning of the thought, for rhapsodic outbursts and sustained flights on the sweeping aerial pinions of song, there is no one his peer. Take, for example, the ease and lithe rapidity of these two stanzas of invocation "To Night": Swiftly walk o'er the western wave. Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, — Where, all the long and lone daylight. THE RO>L\NTIC REVrV\\L 177 Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, ^Tiich make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight! Wrap thj- form in a mantle gray. Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out. Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land. Touching all with thine opiate wand — Come, long-sought! or the completeness of this little lyric: Music, when soft voices die. Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose b dead. Are heaped for the beloveds bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone. Love itself shall slumber on. In the "Indian Serenade," the rhapsodic "Skylark," the heauliful "Ode to the West Wind," and many other like poems, Shelley has reached the perfection of lyrical form and execution. Nor is he less successful in what the old critics used to call "sustained efTort": the "Ilymn to Intellectual Beauty," already mentioned, the "Ode to Liberty," the beautiful "Stanzas written in Dejection," and the "Lines written in the Euganean Hills," all are flights supported at a surprisingly high level, Shelley is a .sovereign metrist; he manages trochaic and anapestic metres (as in "The Sensitive Plant") with a perfect mas- 178 THE ENGLISH LYRIC tery, and he is resourceful in metrical devices as he is inventive of new and elaborate stanzas. The "Stanzas written in Dejection " are Spenserian save that octosyl- lables have been substituted for decasyllabics, although the final alexandrine is preserved; the " Ode to Naples " is elaborately Pindaric. Yet with all this melody, beauty, radiance, enthusiasm, and song, why is it that Shelley can never wholly satisfy? This inspired singer is not remark- able for his thought (beautiful and elevating as it com- monly is), for his wisdom, insight, or any of those "hu- mane" qualities that offer us "the consolation and the stay" that literature can give. This poet, drunk with the wine of heaven and infatuated with the glories of the sky, bids us only to look afar off into space, where light is azure and gleaming and clouds are lit with rose and gold. And for those of us who as yet have our feet on the soil of a habitable globe, a diet of sunset, however uplifting, can not alone suffice. There are those who believe that Shel- ley's limitations were the price that he paid for his match- less gift of song. However that may be, the adjectives, impracticable, unavailing, and unsatisfying, are as applic- able to Shelley and his poetry as are winged, luminous, angelic, and divine. If Shelley is the poet of the air, Keats is the poet of the earth, that beautiful green world in which it is a pre- sent joy sensuously to live, alive to the colors, the scents, and sounds that nature lavishes, and conscious only too poignantly of their fragility and of the fragility of man among them. Shelley had the reform of a world at heart. THE ROMANTIC REVIVAL 179 if not always on his hands; poetry was the light of heaven, let into dark places to purify and dispel the mist, fog, and contagion of the WTong that man has done to man. Byron had his attitude to maintain before a listening world, his singing robes becomingly to drape about the figure of the most interesting lord and poet of his time; poetry was the vehicle, waveringly sincere and insincere, of a great per- sonality. To Keats, alone among his fellows, was poetry alike a means and an end; and he showed a singleness of heart in his devotion to it to be paralleled only among the painters. In view of his poetic achievement, the cir- cumstance that the father of Keats had once been a groom is as irrelevant as the fact that the mother of Ben Jonson married a bricklayer. Neither the education nor the as- sociations of Keats were vulgar; and, save possibly for Hunt, no nickname of passing criticism was more gratui- tous than that of "the Cockney School," applied to Lamb, Hunt, and Keats, men of personality and art so different. In any estimation of Keats, the brevity of his life and the tragedy that ended it must be taken into account. Keats was dead before his twenty-sixth birthday. For months he had known that he was doomed, and the suf- ferings of his malady were exasperated to the degree of torture by the thought that he must leave this beautiful visible world with its inspiration for poetry, and a fame among poets, great indeed, but incomplete. The notion that Keats was a weakling, mawkishly sentimental and uncontrolled, has long been given over. Keats was a man, and, face to face with death, he displayed an admirable 180 THE ENGLISH LYRIC intellectual fortitude. But never has poet possessed nerves strung to a finer, a more delicate sense of beauty; and never has artist distilled out of beauty a joy so ex- quisite and complete. Keats is a close and loving ob- server of nature; but he sees only the beautiful in her. Her warfare, her cruelty and deprivation, he neither sees nor knows; nor does he translate her in her significance to the spirit of man. Keats, with all his wealth of imagery, is unequalled in his precision of detail; what he sees he sees clearly, producing his effects of atmosphere by a cumulative mass of individual images rather than by a Shelleian endeavor to paint light. Keats is the antithesis poetically of Wordsworth, in place of whose artistic thrift he practised a spendthrift liberality, in place of whose scrutinizing search for the hidden meaning of things, he was content to blazon in a gorgeous heraldry of his own their outward glories. With our attention concentrated on our subject we must, to be logical, exclude some of the most distinctive poetry of Keats, Endymion, Hyperion, Lamia, and that marvellous bit of detailed description the unfinished "Eve of St. Mark," as well as the exquisitely finished "Eve of St. Agnes." The shorter and more strictly lyr- ical poems, with much that was immature and more that was only posthumously published, include at least a score of poems that yield to none in our language for sustained and superlative excellence and beauty. The splendid Odes "To a Nightingale," "On a Grecian Urn," "Bards of Passion," and the jovial "Lines on the Mermaid Tav- THE RO^L\NTIC REWVAL 181 em," couched in the lithe octosyllables the Elizabethan secret of which Keats surprised, the beautiful lines "To Autumn," the creed of the romanticists set forth in the fervid lines "Sleep and Poetry," and "I stood tiptoe upon a little hill " (though these are not strictly lyric) — who does not know them as among the choicest of English poems? Keats wrote many sonnets, not all of them equally successful, some of them, such as the one "On first Looking into Chapman's Homer," "To Fame," "The Grasshopper and Cricket," among the best in the language. The following, not much quoted in antholo- gies, has a grace of its own: Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance. In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely ? When gone far astray Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance. Or when serenely wand'ring in a trance Of sober thought ? Or when starting away With careless robe to meet the morning ray Thou spar'st the flowers in thy mazy dance ? Haply 't is when thy ruby lips part sweetly. And so remain because thou listenest: But thou to i)Ieasc wert nurtured so completely Tliat I can never tell what mood is best. I shall as soon pronounce which Grace more neatly Trips it before Apollo than llic rest. But sufli, after all, is not the most distinctive work of Keats. It is the touch of magic that presaged the pre- Kapliaelitcsand the Celtic revival for which Keats stands historirally memorablo. This is the touch of "La Belle Dame sans Morci" wliirh has all tlie magical charm and 182 THE ENGLISH LYRIC the weird suggestiveness of "Christabel" itself, without the waves and passes of legerdemain that mark that famous effort. I saw pale kings, and princes too. Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cry'd — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake. And no birds sing. This is the absolute simplicity of perfectly assured art. It is difficult to follow those that find in Keats a decadent note. Sensitive to every impression of the senses and sensuous in the enjoyment of them, Keats, judged at large, is pure as mother earth is pure. Disease wrought havoc on the nerves of the man and he cried out in an- guish; but his mind ruled him to the last, as it ruled to shape and inform his imperishable poetry. Youngest of the great lights of the romantic school, Keats was the first to die. In 1822, the year following, Shelley was drowned; and two years after, Byron died of fever at Missolonghi in Greece. Neither Keats nor Shel- ley left the world assured of the fame in store for him. The public that called for ten editions of Irish Melodies in THE ROM\NTIC REVTV^AL 183 some twenty years, that approved Rogers and Campbell, and read the narratives of Scott for lyrical poetry, could have made nothing of the ecstasies of Shelley or the raptures of Keats. The poetry of Byron was of a more comprehensible nature, and, aided by his lordship and the scandals about him, compelled attention and admiration, every voice, even those raised against him adding fresh laurels to his fame. During the twenties and early thirties Byron carried everything before him. He silenced Scott and threw Wordsworth for the nonce into an almost total eclipse. To the young and romantic he was the ideal poet and hero; and the few who hesitated to attempt to write like him at least endeavored to despond and despair with him. Deeper influences, however, were also at work in poetry. The tide of Wordsworth was soon to return bear- ing back what was best in his poetry to final acceptance. The popularity of Burns and Scott continued potent, es- pecially in Scotland. More important, the study of Eliza- bethan authors, to which Lamb and Ilazlitt had pointed a way that Coleridge had irregularly blazed, was soon to manifest itself in a remarkable series of dramas, belong- ing in point of com[)osition mostly to the years following the death of Byron, and the work of Wells, Darlcy, Ilorne, Wade, and, above all, of Beddocs. The influence of Cole- ridge, Shelley, and Keats on younger poets came later and belongs, in its fullness, to the new wave of roman- ticism that animated so variously the poets of the reign of Victoria. Descending, then, to the many lessor men who added 184 THE ENGLISH LYRIC their voices to this tuneful lyrical chorus, there was the lyrically devotional John Keble, a voice premonitory of the Oxford Movement to come. The year 1827 has been described as "a kind of annus mirabilis oi religious verse." In it appeared not only The Christian Poet, one of the many volumes of copious James Montgomery, but The Course of Time by Robert Pollok, the posthumously pub- lished Hymns of Bishop Heber, and Keble's first volume, The Christian Year. Modern times have not been product- ive of writers of hymns and devotional verse who have happened likewise to be poets of mark. None of the names just mentioned contradict this assertion, nor do those of Bishop Mant nor Milman the historian. Keble alternates faint echoes of the Words wo rthian cult of na- ture with an earnest and ritualistic piety. Only a fellow churchman or a Tory critic could have thought for a mo- ment of comparing Keble's poetry, in its uniform clerical black and white, with gorgeous and fervid George Her- bert.^ A far truer poet was John Clare, who was born a pauper and died insane ; but who sang with loving tender- ness and in true poetic spirit of the natural objects that surrounded his life of toil and misery in the village and country-side that inspired him. There were, too, the Scotchmen, John Gibson Lockhart, biographer of Scott, who opened up Spanish minstrelsy to British readers in his Ancient Spanish Ballads, translated with a spirit that gives them a place of their own in English poetry; ' For a sane estimate of Keble, see A. C. Benson, "Poetry of Keble," Essays, 1896, p. 184. THE RO^L\NTIC REVIVAL 185 William Thorn, who continued Scottish traditional song and balladry where Tannahill and Hogg had left it; and William Motherwell, who tried lyrics in the man- ner of nearly everybody and succeeded in bettering Campbell at least and in tapping, in his Norse Poems, a new lyrical vein. A choicer spirit informs the sonnets and other lyrics of Hartley Coleridge, who inherited all his father's inertia and hesitating indolence with an insuf- ficient draught of his poetic genius. Hartley Coleridge's master and model was Wordsworth and, what is more, Wordsworth at his best ; yet despite some memorable son- nets and a song or two, such as "She is not fair to out- ward view" (of which Wordsworth himself might have been proud), both the poet and his work leave on the mind an impression of ineffectiveness. Passing Thomas Love Peacock, best recollected, notwithstanding a lyric or so of distinction, for his incomparable wit and humor in rime, John Hamilton Reynolds, friend and companion in poetic adventure of Keuts, and Laman Blanchard, preacher, jester, and writer of society verses, we reach in Hood the most gifted of the poets that fall between the early romanticists and the great Victorians. It was the misfortune of Thomas Hood that he was compelled to earn his bread by his pen, and that his clever wit and a readiness amounting to genius as a punster should have oiiscured, to those who knew him only pofjularly, the finer qualities that dislinguisli his serious jxx-try. Hood's life was one of continued struggle against ill fortune and ill iicallh; and he maintained it bravely, 186 THE ENGLISH LYRIC using his humor as a mask for suffering and a relief from the drudgery of daily literary toil. Most of the great poets, whose names we have passed in review, were nota- ble for the singleness of their mood, when all is told: the meditative calm of Wordsworth, the eloquent despair of Byron, Keats and the apotheosis of beauty. Hood suf- fered in his versatility, which ranged from the wildest fun and nonsense to a mastery of tragical remorse, of super- natural dread and of pathos almost unequalled, from the twist of a word into an epigram to a Keats-like delight in the details of the changing seasons ("Autumn"), and to sonnets (those especially to " Death " and " Silence " for example) of a depth and gravity that Wordsworth might not have disdained. The hand of Hood is firm and he is always the controlling artist in his best work, excelling in metrical inventiveness and daring, as in the marvellously sustained and absolutely successful dactylics and triple rimes of "The Bridge of Sighs." But if Hood shared some of these poetical gifts with the greater poets, in his two most famous poems (that just named and "The Song of the Shirt"), he shared, too, that bitter indignation at the wrongs and sorrows of humanity that dignified the bald- ness of Crabbe and roused the generous eloquence of Ebenezer Elliott in his Corn Law Rhymes. Only Hood could have lifted the slave of the needle and the trag- edy of lost womanhood into the rarefied atmosphere of poetry; for poetry these two universal songs are, despite their bitterness and their scathing arraignment of the cruelty of man to his own kind. The pity, the tender- I THE ROMANTIC REMVAL 187 ness, the certainty and outspoken naturalness of it all — there are no poems of their kind such as these; and their burning words, from the world's utilitarian point of view, are worth many odes to skylarks, nightingales, and linnets, for the material betterment that they wrought. It might be difficult to find four writers more in con- trast as men and authors than Macaulay, Praed, Mangan, and Barnes; indeed, only their likeness in years and the circumstance that they all began to write well before the accession of Queen Victoria could justify the treatment of them together. As to his verse. Lord Macaulay is the lineal descendant of Sir Walter Scott; for to both, the picturesque aspect of history, with a vivid reproduction of what each takes to be the mood of the time, is the main consideration. Macaulay wrote the ringing lines of his "Battle of Naseby " when he was twenty-four, little exag- gerating his own Whig spirit in the mask of his "Obadiah Bind-their-Kings-in-Chains-and-their-Nobles-with-Links- of-Iron"; and it was to this method that he afterwards adhered in his popular Lays of Ancient Rome. Whether these swinging rhetorical verses are to be designated poetry any more than Scott's ready narratives in verse may be argued by those interested in these nice distinc- tions. Macaulay 's lines vibrate like blasts of the trumpet, and they are as clamorous and as brazen. But the instru- ment is fitted to the tune, and whether we prefer the lute or the zither is a matter impertinent. The irni)etus that Macaulay gave to the martial historical lyric has con- 188 THE ENGLISH LYRIC tinued in a well-defined line of writers to our own day. Motherwell, with his "Cavalier's Song" and "Trooper's Ditty," was prior it is true, and Aytoun's Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers, 1848, were perhaps equally inspired by Scott. But with Richard Monckton Milnes's Poems Legendary and Historical, 1844, we have honorable if not always successful imitation ; and with Sir Francis Doyle, successor to Matthew Arnold in the chair of poetry at Oxford much later, we have Macaulay's metallic heroic note, now translated with the current of the time to the scene of England's broad world empire, and suggesting, we may feel sure, the fanfare of imperialism that is still resounding in our ears. Noble and stirring poems are Doyle's "The Private of the Buffs " and "The Red Thread of Honor." Less notable, though stirred by the martial spirit of the moment, are the lyrics of the Crimean War, Gerald Massey's War Waits, Sidney Dobell's England in Time of War, and Dobell's and Alexander Smith's Sonnets of the War. Returning to pre- Victorian times, Winthrop Mack- worth Praed, like Macaulay, was a brilliant collegian and trained for the bar. Like Macaulay, too, Praed com- bined authorship with a busy Parliamentary career, cut short by his untimely death, in 1839, at the age of thirty-seven. Praed is easily the first among the poets who wrote vers de societe in his day. In his best verses of the type, he habitually treads with light and certain step the perilous way that winds between the heartlessness of satire and sentiment grown mawkish. In absolute con- THE ROMANTIC REVIVAL 189 trast with this self-contained and suflScient art of Praed, so observant and so artistically objective, is the original and intensely personal poetry of James Clarence Mangan. Of humble origin in Dublin, Mangan toiled for years as a copyist in a scrivener's office, dividing his hard-earned pittance with relatives needier than himself. Of a shrink- ing nature, given to analysis of his own feelings, in ill health and intemperate in desperation at times, Mangan passed a life of such seclusion that we really know very little of its details. He appears to have mastered several out-of-the-way languages, though his native Irish was apparently not among them; and he left behind him many poems that purported to be translations from Hafiz, Mesihi, and other oriental poets; as others were modelled on old Gaelic traditions, though how closely or whether not largely his own, remain matters problematic. Man- gan's range as a lyrist is limited, but intensely the expres- sion of himself. His despair rings true and is no echo of Byron's. In a vivid poem, entitled "The Nameless One," he bids his song "roll forth" and Tell liow, with K<'ni'is wasted, Hctruyed in friciKlshij), hcfiKilcd in love, Willi .si)iril .sliiijwrecked, and young hopes blasted. He .still, .still strove; And tell how now, amid wreck, and .sorrow. And want, and sickness, and houseless nights. He bides in calmness the silent morrow That no ray lights. There is a cry of Ihc heart in lines like these .sui)crior even 190 THE ENGLISH LYRIC to "Dark Rosaleen," Mangan's best known lyric and it- self a glorious allegorical expression of fervid patriotism. In any anthology of Irish verse Mangan sits among the princes. In "Dark Rosaleen" and elsewhere he appears to have anticipated the music of repetition afterwards so effectively developed by Poe. William Barnes, mem- orable for his poems in the Dorset dialect, was a remark- ably versatile man alike in the range of his study and literary work and in the various vocations of school- master, engraver, musician, and philologist. Barnes is no such singer as we find even among some of the lesser fol- lowers of Burns, but the lyrical spirit is in him, and he has distilled genuine poetry out of the familiar happenings of rural life and raised his provincial dialect of Dorsetshire to a place in literature. The revival of the literary drama that came between the publication of Shelley's Cenci, in 1819, and the accession of Mctoria cannot be discussed here. This revival was due, in the main, to the renewed study and reading of Elizabethan drama, and the occasional lyrics that it in- spired echo those of the old age. There are no lyrics in Wells's Joseph and his Brethren with which this revival began; and the lyrical poetry of Thomas Wade, especially his sonnets, justly described as "thoughtful, tender, orig- inal, and strong," does not occur in his several dramas.^ The varied and interesting poetry, too, of Richard Henry Home, dramatic, epic, narrative, and didactic, yields ^ Wade's Fijty Sonnets are reprinted in Literary Anecdotes of the Nineteenth Century, 1895, London. THE ROM.\NTIC REMVAL 191 very few poems that are strictly lyrical. The lyrist of the group is that strange reincarnation of the genius that animated Webster or Tourneur, contorted with a strand of modern introspection, Thomas Lovell Beddoes; and his is an isolated and distinctive position among our modern poets. Beddoes is practically a man of a single work, Death's Jest Book, a tragedy of rare poetic and literary value, published in 1850, the year after the poet's death by his own hand. It belongs in point of plan and composi- tion to his early manhood. Beddoes, like Wells, held com- plaisant mediocrity in a haughty disdain. To quote his owTi words: "It is good to be tolerable, or intolerable, in any other line; but Apollo defend us from brewing all our lives at the quintessential pot of the smallest ale Par- nassian."' The lyrics of Beddoes are unequal in execution, however the animating force of poetry may sustain them. At his best, for a weird originality of thought and a com- petence, if not always a music of expression, they will hold their own with the best. John Webster would have compassed the effect of this stanza more vigorously, but hardly would even he have bettered it: ^'ourifj sijul, pill olT your (Icsh, and come With ino into the silent tomb. Our bed is lovely, dark, and sweet; 'I'lic earth will .swinf; ns, lus she goes, lieneuth our coverlid of snows. And the warm leaden sheet. Dear and dear is their poisoned note, > Quoted by R. Gamett in his article on Beddoes, Miles, Poets of the Century, KcatH to Lylton. n. d., p. !iH. 192 THE ENGLISH LYRIC The little snakes' of silver throat. In mossy skulls that nest and lie. Ever singing "die, oh! die." As to the other names of dramatic note in these pre- Victorian days, the songs of Sir Henry Taylor, whether in Philip van Artevelde or elsewhere, are really pitiful for a Southeyan of such estimable repute; and those of Bul- wer, Lord Lytton, which are equally remote from the influences of our earlier poets, belong to the easy, trivial school of Moore and Procter, touched with the prevalent Byronism. In this chapter we have considered the leaders of the romantic revival and enumerated some of their lesser brethren who wrote lyrically. We have treated many who, although they began to write earlier, wrote on into the reign of Queen Victoria. We must defer to the next chapter such as began to write only in her reign or those whose actual poetical activity received the impetus that placed it in its true orbit subsequent to the queen's accession. The thirties wrought havoc among the poets; Scott and Crabbe died in 1882, Coleridge and Lamb in 1834, Hogg a year later. Among the names mentioned above, Southey, Hood, and Darley lived on into the forties, the two latter active in literature to the last. Moore closed his long career with his Poetical Works in ten volumes, 1840-41, and lived on for nearly a dozen years; Hunt wrote to the last, publishing Stories in Verse as late as 1855, four years before his death. Procter's work like that of Peacock, Elliott, Wells, and several others, THE ROi\L\NTIC REVIVAL 193 belonged, by Victoria's time, to the past. Wells and Pea- cock survived into the seventies; Taylor, Barnes, and Home, into the eighties. But among the veterans of early nineteenth-century poetry, Wordsworth and Landor alone continued productive far into the reign. Words- worth wrote and published poetry in six decades; Landor in eight, bridging the age of Cowper and that of Tenny- son, Browning, and Swinburne, whither we are now to follow him. CHAPTER VII THE VICTORIAN LYRISTS ITH the great Victorian laureate dead, even now only a score of years, and his throne unfilled, however occupied — as who could fill that spacious chair of regal poetic state? — it seems all but incredible that verse of Alfred Tenny- son's should have seen print in the year 1826. It was in that year that Poems by Two Brothers (there were really three) was published with little promise, it must be con- fessed, of the glory that was to come. Nor were Tenny- son's first unaided poetical efforts, the volumes of 1830 and 1832, however promising to discerning minds, wholly undeserving of the disapproval that the Quarterly Review and Blackwood's meted out to them. But Tennyson was not born to failure; and, unlike most men of sensitive poetic endowment, an iron will nerved him to snatch success from defeat. For ten years he was silent, undi- verted by temptation to other occupations, living simply and with economy as he untiringly perfected his art; and with the Poems of 1842, the added ones and those revised, it was known — if still only to the few — that another great English poet had arisen to maintain the high tra- ditions of the past. The Tennysons were gentle folk, and all that tradition, restraint, cultivated surroundings. THE VICTORIAN LYRISTS 195 college life, and reverence could do for him had part in the poet's education. Neither passion, ill health, nor extreme poverty assailed him; and soon popular acclaim was his. He succeeded Wordsworth as poet laureate in 1850, and was raised to the peerage as Lord Tennyson in 1884. A chronology of the books of poems of Tennyson, contributed to the Memoir of his life by his son, comprises sixty-three items from the early issues just mentioned to a complete one volume edition in 1894, two years after the poet's death; and this by no means includes all separ- ate and foreign issues. Tennyson's later years reaped a golden reward, and the popularity of his poetry in his lifetime was such as no English poet had known before him. Tennyson grew up with poetry about him. His two bro- thers wrote other verse besides their first joint endeavor. Charles, who took the name of Turner on succeeding to his uncle's estates, was an excellent sonneteer after the Wordsworthian manner. Frederick, after a first volume, Days and Hours, in 1854, recurred to poetry in his elder years, and more resembles, in weaker mould, the poetic lineaments of his great brother. Both suffered from his august shadow as who save the greatest might not? Tennyson's friend, too, Arthur Ilallam, in whose memory he wrote the magnificent requiem, "In Memoriani," left at his untimely death some estimable minor poetry; and Edward FitzCIf-rald, whose affectionate enthusiasm never allowed that there was a greater Tennyson than that of the first fruitage of the volume of 1842, afterwards at- 196 THE ENGLISH LYRIC tained for himself an enviable popularity as one who bet- tered the translations that he made to give to the dead, especially in Omar Khayyam, a living repute. The earliest literary influence on Tennyson was indubitably that of Keats. A similar definition of line, clarity of vision, capa- bility in descriptive detail, and limpidity of diction are common to both; and both are ruled by the spirit of beauty. But Tennyson has neither the passion of Keats nor his sensuous glow of color. However, Tennyson did not stop here. Wordsworth in his narrative poetry and "subjective view of nature," Spenser in his pictorial medisevalism, Shakespeare for the lilt of his song — all these had Tennyson studied. There are touches of the Byronic despair in Maud, and he disdained not the hec- tic art of the pre-Raphaelites, his contemporaries, in an occasional lyric, though neither sits naturally upon him. As to the classics, never has poet so absorbed them and so skilfully and legitimately employed reminiscence to illustrate and glorify his lines. If there is a quality in poetry peculiarly Tennyson's, it is the quality of distinc- tion. He elevates whatever he touches, not so much be- cause he transfigures common things as because of his deft selection of what is fit for noble and decorative treat- ment. Tennyson is a past master in all the graces of his art; awkwardness, obscurity, carelessness, and a medium unfitted to the poetical ends of the moment are intoler- able to him and, in his finished poetry, unknown. In the realm of his beautiful art, taste rules perennial; however ornate and elaborate, all is fitting, moderate, fashioned to THE VICTORLVN LYRISTS 197 a nicety and, at need, restrained to the artistic purposes in hand. Tennyson is a great technician, and his example has raised the art of English poetry to a higher level. This is especially true of his songs, which often have a witching melody of words combined with a deeper har- mony of spirit that is unmatchable elsewhere. Take, for example, the wistful passion of "O that 't were possible," the delicious babble of the "Song of the Brook," the tread of arms in "The Charge of the Light Brigade," and a hundred other perfect lyrics our very familiarity with which causes us critically to do them less than justice. Take, too, on the score of its novelty as well as its beauty and touch with modem science, this supremely original invocation which no repetition in quotation can stale: Move eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon orange sunset waning slow: From fringes of the faded eve, O happy planet, eastward go; Till over thy dark shoulder glow Thy silver sister-wcjrid, and rise To glass hersf'lf in dewy eyes That watch me from the glen below. Ah, hear me with Ihco, smoothly borne, Dij) forward under starry liglit. And move me to my marriage-mom. And round again to h;i[)j)y night. In a consi(loratif)n of the lyrical poetry of Tennyson a[)Jirt frDrii jiis dramas, the Idj/ll.s, and other narrative verse, we are confronted with the increasing (lifliciill y of preserving a clear line of demarcation. No one could 198 THE ENGLISH LYRIC pause to question the absolute lyrical quality of the song in "The Brook," "Break, break, break," or the exquisite songs of The Princess, "The splendor falls" and "Tears, idle tears." But there are scores of beautiful poems in Tennyson the essence of which is poetic description, which convey none the less the impression of a single mood how- ever they may suggest a situation. A lyrical quality in- heres in them all to a greater or less degree. Such are the early poems on fair women, "Mariana," "Madeline," and the rest, of which it has been profanely said that they have the family likeness of the perfect, conventional beauty preserved in the engravings of the old gift-books. But such, too, in fuller degree, are the beautiful classic "Q^none," descriptive and narrative to a certain extent though it be, the tender and thoughtful "De Profundis," a poem of solemn welcome to the poet's new-born son, dramatic lyrics such as "The Two Sisters," and the effect- ive and touching "Rizpah." Even "In Memoriam," best described as a sequence of elegies bound together by one pervading sense of irreparable loss, is in its subject- ive introspection as truly lyrical as "Adonais" itself. Of the four great English elegies of friendship, "Lycidas," "Adonais," "Thyrsis," and "In Memoriam," the last is the most elaborate, the longest, and that in which, without losing any of its poignancy, mourning friendship is most effectively universalized. Less than half of the poem deals directly with Tennyson's sorrow for his dead friend, Arthur Hallam; the rest displays the author's philosophy of life in terms the beauty, the poetic charm, THE VICTORIAN LYRISTS 199 and music of which are its best claim to the regard of pos- terity. Yet it is just this intrusion into poetry of his philosophy and what is far worse his politics (both of which are ephemeral) that gave the poem its popularity; as it is this same intrusion which has caused the great repute of the poet sensibly to wane in the generation that knew not his works when they canvassed living issues. Tennyson is conventional in his religion, his politics, his philosophy, and in his criticism of life, and he threads ever with circumspection the safe, the unenthusiastic, the uninspired middle way. For the great problems of life and death, however he may invoke the discoveries of sciences and the ratiocinations of rationalistic thought, he has no real solution, and his religiosity in the face of his half-hearted scepticism, leaves us almost in doubt at times as to his candor. Unquestionably there was in this great artist a fastidious shrinking from the decisive, the disagreeable, the inevitable, a want of sympathy with much in life that has appealed and ever will appeal to the generous-hearted and truly liberal-minded, and hence a frequent substitution of sentiment for feeling, of the correct attitude (all things considered) for that divine extravagance anrl forgetfulness of self that constitutes the magnanimous partisanship of a generous soul. Tennyson became deservedly the most i)oi)ular of Victorian j)oets because, with a distinction of poetic style and diction all but unmatched and an artistry incomparable, he con- trived to translate the current ideas of his time into the terms of exquisite jjoetry and to conjure, as with a ma- 200 THE ENGLISH LYRIC gician's wand, a transfigured picture of a chivalrous age that never was save in the poet's picturesque imagina- tion. Tennyson's poetry is like some commodious and hospitable modern structure that seeks not ambitiously to peer into the sky nor assumes a false lowliness; broad, beautiful, fitted artistically to the needs of men and women of modern cultivation and correctness of conduct and thought, but neither the harborer of the mystic who dwells among the beatitudes of heaven, nor a refuge for the lowly and sin-worn wayfarer whose need is consola- tion in the rough ways of the world. To turn from Tennyson to Robert Browning is to en- counter one of the most striking contrasts in all literature; and nothing so argues the range, the sweep, and breadth of the Victorian age as this existence in it, side by side, of two giants in poetry, each so complete in his own greatness, each so diverse in spirit, art, and ideals of life. Were our consideration in this book the poetry of Browning at large, difficult Paracelsus should claim our attention, impracticable Sordello, Strafford, A Blot in the 'Scutcheon, and the rest of the dramas with their wealth of thought, their psychological discernment, and their effective eloquence so often ineffectively misplaced. But we are fortunately here concerned with that indubitably greater Browning whose deep and varied lyricism, like his daring idealism, the product of a rich, fervid, and amaz- ingly honest nature, places him irremovably among the very greatest of English poets. And here, even more than in the case of Tennyson, is the chronicler of the lyric at a THE VICTORLVN LYRISTS 201 loss to know where to draw the line of distinction between what we have been wont to accept without question as lyrical poetry and those contiguous provinces into which trespasses the objectiveness of narration or surges the pas- sion of the drama. Of the former, with its cool aloofness, the poetry of Browning furnishes few examples : that was the province of Tennyson. As to the dramatic lyric. Browning may be said almost to have created it. He loves to take a dramatic situation and flash the light of intuitive discovery upon the passions that arise out of it. He delights to let an imagined personage, often realized with the fewest possible strokes, betray the life that he has led, the secrets of his inmost soul, under stress of the revealing moment. This is sometimes called Browning's power of psychological analysis; but it has often neither the leisurely unfolding of argument nor the remoteness and suj)prcssion of feeling that should properly charac- terize a process so allied to the frigid inquiries of science. "Sludge the Medium," "Prince Ilohenstiel-Schwangau," or even "The Bishop Orders his Tomb at Saint Praxed's " may correctly enough he classified as products of such an analysis, however conducted l)y means of monologue or dialogue; but the instant art of "Porphyria's Lover," "In a Gondola," or "My Last Duchess" is essentially lyrical for its concision, unity of emotion, and intensity, inasmuch as such poems arc written not for the situation (much less for the presentation of events in sequence) but for the cnu)- tion or passion involved, which to Browning is always the main thing. If we must have a name for something at once 202 THE ENGLISH LYRIC so distinctive and recognizable, we might call such poems lyrics of projected emotion. Drama they are not, for they have neither the potentiality of struggle nor development by means of sequence of event. The emotion is transfused, it is true, into the personages involved; but the insight, the clarity of vision that flashes upon the momentary situation a light that reveals the past that has led to it, both in its relation to its present environment and there- fore to all the world of right and wrong, this is the poet's own, as subjective in its quality as the veritable utterance of his own heart. Like Tennyson, Browning was neither subjected to the stress of need that hurries unwilling steps along unchosen paths, nor could wayward passion ever have shaken a nature so essentially wholesome, vigorous, and humane. Unlike Tennyson, Browning's education was less that regular submission to the accepted processes of culture, hallowed by the consent of generations, than the desult- ory gathering in of many influences, guided by innate taste, curiosity, and a thirst to know the mainsprings of the thoughts and consciences of his fellow-men. Religious dissent, less personal than inherited, long sojourn in foreign lands, association with men of difTerent race and station from his own, leisure to work, think, and write as he would — all these things went to the humanizing of the poet. In consequence there is an unconventional- ity about Browning, an openness of spirit, an ingenuous unconsciousness of precedent and of that correctness of procedure based on much pondering of the past that THE VICTORL\N LYRISTS 203 was characteristic of the narrower and more self-centred genius of Tennyson. The immediate inspiration of Brown- ing's boyhood's muse was Shelley and, to a lesser degree, Keats ; but to neither did his strong-thewed poetic genius submit to the degree that makes any of his work merely imitative. Between Browning and Shelley there is the kinship of that fervid idealism that counts neither means nor consequences where an eternal principle is involved. For Shelley's questionings and wilful revolt against con- stituted authority where it comes into conflict with ideas, Browning substituted an optimistic faith in the essential goodness and harmony of God's world that nothing could shake or dismay. BrowTiing began his career as a poet with the publication of Pauline in 1833, admitted to his later collected works only on sufferance. The often repeated tale that the earlier volumes of Browning were failures, neglected by reader and critic alike where not hailed by the latter with outrageously adverse criticism, has been conclusively disproved. Browning's strong personality attracted attention from the first, and he acquired instant- aneous recognition among the few that read and care for poetry. Wordsworth, Landor, Carlyle, and many lesser men of letters at once acclaimed him and became his friends; though, after his first volumes, he suffered from the rank and file of readers and reviewers a long neglect, and even as late as the death of Mrs. Browning, in 1801, her popularity ecli{)sed that of her husband. But no per- sonality so virile, no art so aggressively independent and self-assured as Browning's, could fail to call down the 204 THE ENGLISH LYRIC anathemas of those who follow precedents instead of cre- ating them. And, indeed, there was much, and remained no less, in the poetic art of Browning that was crabbed, difficult, and hard even for his friends to justify. Happily his obscurity, his eccentricities, later to become more and more confirmed, his predilection for prosaic casuistry and attention in verse to themes in their natures incapable of yielding to the spirit and the embellishments of poetry, none of these things concern us in the consideration of that choicer element, almost always present, at times almost unexpectedly, in his lyrical poetry. Of lyrics in the strictest acceptation of the term, the song of love, of war, of nature. Browning has written his share, many of them among the most beautiful poems in the language. Where, indeed, shall we find surpassed the verbal richness of the song from Paracelsus beginning, Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, the gallop and clatter of the " Cavalier Tunes," the thought- ful beauty of " Evelyn Hope," or the rapture of the lines, Nay but you, who do not love her. Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught — speak truth — above her? Above this tress, and this, I touch But cannot praise, I love so much! More frequently Browning places his lyrics in the setting of a dramatic situation; as, for example, the passionate song on the moth's kiss and the bee's of " In a Gondola," THE VICTORIAN LYRISTS 205 or the incomparable songs of Pippa Passes. From the last, take the following as peculiarly illustrative of the revealing flash on a momentary situation, alluded to above : Give her but a least excuse to love me! When — where — How — can this arm establish her above me. If fortune fixed her as my lady there. There already, to eternally reprove me? ("Hist!" — said Kate the Queen; But "Oh!" cried the maiden, binding her tresses, " 'T is only a page that carols unseen, Crumbling your hounds their messes!") Is she wronged? — To the rescue of her honor. My heart! Is she poor? — What costs it to be styled a donor? Merelj' an earth to cleave, a sea to part. But that fortune should have thrust all this upon her! (" Nay, list!" — bade Kate the Queen; And still cried the maiden, binding her tresses, " 'T is only a page that carols unseen. Fitting your hawks their jesses!") If we enlarge our conco[)li()n of the lyric as suggested in the paragraj)!] before the last, in number as in quality — the quality of an intense and sincere individuality — Brown- ing is at once one of the most productive and in many respects the choicest lyrist of the Victorian age. His range is a dozen times that of the laureate, and his music, while less technically faultless, is far more varied and of a deeper, richer tone. In Browning's I)octr^^ olilical propaganda as in the Songs of Democracy of Ernest Charles Jones, or the satirical Songs of the Governing Classes by Robert Brough; now turned with William Brighty Rands, who modestly lost himself in three or four pseudonyms, to wise and dainty nonsense verses to stand beside those of Carroll, (jilbert, and Steven- son, a joy to children and their elders. There is a pathos in .such a poem as "Louise on the Door-Step," by the popular journalist ('harlcs ALickay, that is worthy of Ilood; there is rhapsodic weirdness in "^Vhen the world is burning," by Ebenezer Jones, defeated in I he struggle for health, life, and art; as there is a natural cry, among all 216 THE ENGLISH LYRIC the churchly leadings and agnostic throes of the times, in these lines of the classical master of Eton, William Cory: You promise heavens free from strife. Pure truth, and perfect change of will; But sweet, sweet is this human Hfe, So sweet, I fain would breathe it still; Your chilly stars I can forego. This warm kind world is all I know. You say there is no substance here. One great reality above: Back from that void I shrink in fear. And childlike hide myself in love: Show me what angels feel. Till then, I cling, a mere weak man, to men. An independent spirit moves in the interesting poetry of Robert Leigh ton, a busy man of affairs; and in the devo- tional, as in the secular lyrics of the novelist, George Macdonald, there rules a sweet wholcsomeness and moral earnestness not unrelieved by delicate fancy. William James Linton, notable during a long life for his agitation of radical and republican ideas, for his skill as an engraver on wood, and a bibliophile and printer of rare books, went back to the spirit of Catullus, Campion, and Herrick in his charmingly finished lyrics of "Love-lore"; Walter Thornbury revived the life of later old days in his Songs of the Cavaliers and Roundheads, 1857; and Joseph Skipsey showed an unexpected kinship with the genius of Blake in his "power of making simple things seem strange and strange things simple." Even the politer poets of vers de THE \1CT0RIAN LYRISTS 217 socieie do not often better the condensation and point attained at times by Skipsey, who literally came up out of the coal-pits. As to these politer poets, Frederick Locker-Lampson, with a host of others, Mortimer Collins, Charles Stuart Calverley and H. S. Leigh (with the admir- able satirical and nonsense verse of Lewis Carroll and William S. Gilbert), carried forward the genre and its like from Praed and Lord Houghton to Dobson and Stephen. Though neither Tennyson nor Browning can be de- scribed in any narrow sense as devotional, far less as theo- logical poets, a religious tone was strong from the first in the poetry of both; it waxed stronger and more clearly defined when the times came to be rent with the religious excitement of the thirties and forties. The Oxford or Tractarian Movement, as it is usually designated, con- cerns us in this book only in so far as it is responsible for the song that it inspired in its immediate effects and in its reaction. This movement in the Church of England appears to have arisen as a protest against the utilitarian- ism, the rationalism and spirit of inquiry which had begun to manifest itself toward the beginning of the second quarter of the century, and, twenty years later, was hurry- ing even the church into new and troubled waters. The Oxford Movement, we are informed, was "the direct result of the scarchings of heart and the communings for seven years, from 1820 to 1833, of Kcble, Iliirrell Froude, and Newman. . . . Keble had given the insi)iralion, Froude had given the imi)etus, then Newman took up 218 THE ENGLISH LYRIC the work"; and this work consisted in the attempted revival of a questionless faith, an observation of form and ceremonial, and the cultivation of a religious fervor of heart which can only be described as mediaeval.^ The first of the famous Tracts jor the Times, the work of New- man and other men, appeared in September, 1833, and the movement was continued by this means, and especially by Newman's eloquent and persuasive sermons. New- man's arguments had been for the via media; but the "middle way" turned more and more towards the high- way of Rome; and when at last he maintained in the notorious "Tract XC," in 1841, that the thirty-nine articles — that corner stone of the English Church — " were not opposed to Catholic teaching and only partially to Roman dogma, that the real opposition is merely to the dominant errors of Rome," the crisis was reached and his leadership was at an end. The Oxford Movement was dead, in 1845, with Newman's admission into the communion of Rome; but its consequences on English thought and English literature long continued. This is not the place in which to pursue a subject which belongs to a sphere much wnder. Neither the pellucid prose of the author of the Apologia nor the unconscious sophistry of his dialectic and ingenious mind (call them "the severity of his logic," if that is preferred) is here our concern. Nor is it our business to question the sincerity of a man who paid much for the courage of his religious convictions, whatever were his rewards. The poetry of Keble, the ' See Hugh Walker in his Victorian Literature, 1910, pp. Ill £f. THE VICTORIAN LYRISTS 219 better part of which was prior to the "movement," has already found mention in its place. Its simple churchli- ness and faint Wordsworth ianism are little touched by- religious or other turmoil or debate. Its uniform level of modest literary excellence explains its enormous popu- larity vnih the godly and the unpoetic. The present writer feels otherwise concerning the slender volume of Cardinal Newman's verse. For while little of it is poetry in any exalted or imaginative sense, there is in it the same fine feeling for the phrase, for thought buoyed up by language at once choice and fitting, that we find in Newman's in- comparable prose. Newman's poetry has none of the religious conventionality of Keble's. His is the freer, nobler utterance of a heart equally sincere and of a writer immeasurably Keble's superior. "Lead, kindly Light," written as far back as 1833, and called by the author "The Pillar of the Cloud," is only the best among many beauti- ful devotional poems. "Ilora Novissiraa," to name only one other lyric, should be contrasted with Matthew Ar- nold's poem, "A Wish," if we would know in its extremes how the Oxford Movement divided the hearts and hopes of men. If there is a fine nobility in the hard-eyed sto- icism of agnostic courage, there is assuredly as touching a beauty in the devout submission of unquestioning faith to death assuaged })y the consolations of Christian ministration. Save for Newman and Keble, the Oxford Movement inspired no other poet of note. Strange that reactionary faith should have been so silent with rationalistic doubt 220 THE ENGLISH LYRIC soon to become so vocal: and this the more when we recognize that the heart of the reaction was, after all, aesthetic and a protest against the inroads of rationalism on hallowed if conventional ideals of life. The ninety Tracts for the Times offered a petty stop-gap to the on- rushing tide of liberal thought. Essentially conservative and conventional Tennyson was wrought to the devising of a species of poetical via media wherein the theory of evolution and English orthodoxy were yoked uncomfort- ably to step the way of progress together. Browning, who is as conspicuous for his anti-ecclesiastical attitude as he is for his optimistic faith in God, set forth the strongest plea of modern times for a rationalized view of life, con- duct, and human obligations, for the exercise of individual freedom and obedience to the divine promptings of rebel- lion where rebellion must inevitably arise against outworn conventions. But it was younger men who felt to the full the immediate reaction against the defeated "attempt to revive in the church of England the claims of primitive Christianity and bind her to traditions." Arthur Hugh Clough and Matthew Arnold have been variously called the poets of rationalism, of agnosticism, or of doubt. The latter are better terms than the first; for neither poet shared in the Berserker rage of Carlyle, that mighty breaker of images, but mourned over the fragments of the fallen idols, hesitant and nonplussed as to whether, after all, it were not better they had remained in their hallowed niches. It is this that makes the two poets of doubt so thoroughly representative of a salient charac- THE VICTORLIN LYRISTS 221 teristic of the century Just completed. For if we look over that century at large, we find its spirit marked by several momentous changes. The contented acquiescence in things as they are, pervaded by a strong moral sense and love of man in society which characterized the eighteenth century, was disturbed by the awakening of the feeling for nature, by rebellion against convention, by romantic spirit, enthusiasm, in weaker natures sentimentalism and despair. This was followed by the hush that preceded the coming of Tennyson and Browning, during which Car- lyle carried forward the earlier enthusiasm, now turned sceptical and iconoclastic, into the broader transcendent- alism represented by Emerson in philosophy, George Eliot in fiction, and Ruskin in art. Meanwhile the ration- alistic note was sounding ever more and more insistently, the effect of the spirit of scientific inquiry that produced such men as Darwin, Huxley, Mill, and Tyndall; and this in turn brought about the reactionary Oxford Move- ment of which we have just heard; and in the war of con- tending tendencies wrought such men as Newman, Kings- ley, Dr. Thomas Arnold, Maurice, and in a still younger generation, Clougli and Matthew Arnold. If the s[)irit of our own late time, the age of Victoria, be studied for the larger inherent qualifies that made it what it was, we must recognize incvila})ly among them its intollectualily, its separation of the man from his opinions, its doubt, and its faith. This new faith is one that is larger than that of creeds and dogmas; it is faith in Ihc salvation that is to come to mankind in unswerving fidelity to truth. Vic- 222 THE ENGLISH LYRIC torian doubt, too, was not so much unbelief as half -belief, question, pause, lest we be led blindly on and trust to guidance where there is none. Least of all is the doubt of men like Clough and Arnold to be interpreted into that cheap scepticism that wraps itself in the cloak of its own cleverness and questions both motive and evidence be- cause it knows that all is not true within. Keble used to say of Dr. Thomas Arnold, the poet's father, that it was "better to have Arnold's doubts than another man's cer- tainties"; and Tennyson's well-known lines about more faith in honest doubt than in half the creeds echoes the same thought. Arthur Hugh Clough was born in 1819, three years before Arnold. Both were educated at Rugby under the powerful personality of Dr. Thomas Arnold, who has been described as the exponent of liberalism, moral and intel- lectual, a man who left a deeper impression on his time through his pupils than almost any teacher. Dr. Arnold was always a force counter to the Oxford Movement; and his appointment, in 1842, to the Regius professorship of history at Oxford marked the definite defeat of the reac- tionaries. Thus in their studentship the two young poets were caught in the vortex, so to speak, of these conflicting waves of opinion. It was more than the liberality of Dr. Arnold (or the looseness of his opinions to him who will have it so) that unsettled such minds. It required like- wise the recoil that came with the contemplation of what must have seemed most vividly to such men a return to the empty formalism of a justly forgotten past. This it THE ^^CTORL\N LYRISTS 223 was that made these two poets so supereminently repre- sentative of this central struggle of the age. If Arnold represents the intellectual side of these times of doubt and debate, C lough represents their emotional features. Clough was less self-centred, less eager to do battle, more puzzled as to which way to advance, though none the less unshaken in his belief in the final conquest of truth. Yet it was Clough who sacrificed his fellowship, and with it all that he loved at Oxford, to Carlyle's appeal that we admit no insincerities into our lives. Equally character- istic of Clough was it that he should subsequently have exclaimed: "Carlyle led us out into the wilderness and left us there." Neither Clough nor Arnold distinguished himself at college, though each later attained a fellowship. The several minor educational posts that Clough held and Arnold's inspectorship of schools, in which he spent his life, seem sufficiently incongruous occupations for men of such temprT. But these things, however faithfully per- formed, were the avocations of their lives; literature was their vocation. The earliest of dough's volumes. The Bothie nf Tobcr-iin-Vuolirli, bears date 1848, though he had written earlier poetry than this. Arnold followed with the publication of The Strayed Reveller and Other Poems in the next year. He, too, had begun earlier with prizes for ver.se at Rugby and Oxford; and he gave over the writing of poetry about 1870 to become the most consummate and finished literary critic of his age. Clough died prematurely in 1801, his work uncompleted; 224 THE ENGLISH LYRIC Arnold lived on to 1888, professor of poetry for ten years at Oxford, and exerting a powerful influence that has not yet failed by his sound and brilliant literary and other criticism. The poetry of Clough is more distinctively individual, more fully the expression of the poet's inner self than that of any other poet easily to be named since Wordsworth. Clough is passionate, never mystical, direct and even practical at times; his thought is often concentrated, and sometimes it clogs and impedes its own solution from his very fullness of utterance. He is not a master of conven- tional poetical form like Arnold; music, metres, and the gauds and ornaments of verse are nothing to him save where such things must enter vitally into the poetic thought. He chose the dactylic hexameter — a most un- English measure — for two of his longer poems, and he managed it in a rambling and uneven manner, though it must be confessed not without a certain congruency with his uneven, rambling subject-matter. In full recognition of the merits of these longer poems and the more ambi- tious Dipsychus, a problematically successful adaptation of the Faust-motif to our own late times, Clough seems to the present writer happier in his shorter lyrical poems, where he obtains a concentration and a semblance of unity not his elsewhere. In lyrics such as the ever-popu- lar "Qua Cursum Ventus," "The Hidden Love," "Say not the struggle naught availeth," we have the thought- ful, ruminating spirit fraught with spiritual feeling that declares Clough a Wordsworthian indeed, but with a dis- THE VICTORLVN LYRISTS 225 tinctive originality of his own. There are few poems, for example, more significant of their author and of the spirit of his time than the lines entitled "The Music of the World and of the Soul," beginning: Why should I say I see the things I see not ? WTiy be and be not ? Show love for that I love not, and fear for what I fear not ? And dance about to music that I hear not ? Who standeth still i' the street Shall be hustled and justled about ; And he that stops i' the dance shall be spurned by the dancers*^ feet. • J •. Are there not, then, two musics unto men ? — One loud and bold and coarse. And overpowering still perforce AU tone and tune beside ; The other, soft and low. Stealing whence we not know. Painfully heard, and ea.sily forgot. With i)au.sc.s oft and many a silciicc strange (And silent oft it seems, when silent il is not). But listen, listen, listen, — if haply l>e heard it may; Listen, listen, listen, — is it not sounding now ? The poetry of Matthew Arnold was the work of his youth, as we have seen. Tliyrais, his beautiful elegiac tribute to his dead friend, Clough, appeared in 18G0, five years after the hitter's death; and in the following year, Arnold published the lust of his several volumes of |)oelry. Exee|)t for the noble drama, Kniprdoclcs, though it has practically no motion, and a small gnjup of narrative 226 THE ENGLISH LYRIC pieces, conspicuous among them the blank-verse poems, "Sohrab and Rustum" and "Balder Dead," an elegiac character pervades all that Arnold has written in verse. And the early poems which contained a group of fine son- nets, "The Forsaken Merman," "Resignation," "Youth's Agitation," and "The Gipsy Child," struck the note and determined the range of the poet's art which he was scarcely to amplify in his later work. With Empedo- cles, in 1852, appeared the two series of lyrics later known under the titles, "Switzerland," and "Faded Leaves"; and here fall "Dover Beach," "A Summer Night," "A Wish," and many another lyric — for they are truly such — wherein speaks the stoical regret of the poetry of doubt. More elaborately elegiac are the touching and eloquent poems "Rugby Chapel," "The Scholar Gipsy," once more reminiscent of Clough, "Heine's Grave," the "Stanzas from the Grand Chart- reuse," and those to the memory of "Obermann." The poetry of Arnold marks not only a revolt against medisevalism in religion and thought but also a revulsion against that decorative medisevalism in poetry and art that, beginning among the earlier romanticists, ruled variously in the poetry of Keats, Tennyson, and the authors constituting what was later known as the pre- Raphaelite school. Rationalistic and even agnostic as Arnold was in his attitude towards established religion, his artistic faith went back to the ancients, finding in their calm and certain art that "consolation and stay " denied the conscientious artist amid the babel, the indecision. THE VICTORIAN LYBISTS 227 and the bizarre distortions of modern art. Arnold thus became, in his theories about literature as in his practice of poetry and prose, the exponent of classicism and classic ideals; although, as to immediate English poetic influences upon him, he, like Clough, was one of the latest of the disciples of the Wordsworthian cult of nature and did not wholly escape that subjective revealment which is characteristic of our modern time. There is, in conse- quence of his classicism of ideal, however, a restraint about Arnold's poetry, a fastidiousness that is unlike any other English poet of notable rank unless we go back to Thomas Gray. Arnold's finish is only exceeded by that of Tennyson himself, nnd his taste was even more rigorous and exacting. The characteristics, in a word, of Arnold's poetry are its atmosphere of culture, its spiritual freedom, and its classical restraint. He shrank from the display of subjective feeling, however he may have fallen into it at times, and found something essentially vulgar in poet- ical or other wearing of one's heart on one's sleeve. Byronism, Wcrthcrism, with the whole sentimental school, were abhorrent to him as the tinsel and barbaric jewelry of inferior romantic art; and his style, his diction, and his verse are chaste and simple as his thought is habitually noble and self-poised. Arnold at his l)est is always natural, pure, dignified, and strong. He has the classic repose and sense of design; he possesses the classical clearness and stoical temper. And if he be wanting in passion of the heart (as his "Tristram and Iseult" snflicicnily atfcsls), he has abundantly that elegiac passion of the mind, that 228 THE ENGLISH LYRIC troubled doubt of self, of the world, of heaven itself, that distinguished the thinking men of his time. This it is that gives to the poetry of Arnold a quality of enduring interest above the possibilities of mere art for art's sake or mere ethical and religious impressionism however fervid and exalted. Romanticism has been, now for more than a century, a word to conjure with, vague and undefined as its bounds remain. And it is obvious that within this ample limbo of ideas many diverse things are readily comprehended. The poetry of Scott, even that of Byron, was often pic- turesque and sentimental; it was likewise rhetorical and superficial from an imperfect sympathy at times with the subject in hand or for other reasons. In a word, in its earlier manifestations, the romantic impulse in England had not shaken itself free from the conventional spirit of the previous age. It was but a half -revolt; the absolute rebels were Shelley and Keats, and the way had been pointed them by Coleridge. Theirs was a finer spirit, more eager was their pursuit of abstract beauty. Their poetry was sensuous rather than sentimental, impatient of restraint, intensely subjective and yet objectively minute in its expression of detail. Above all, it is charac- terized by a high seriousness that is as distant from the flippancy of Byron as it is distinguishable from the didac- tic gravity of Wordsworth. This newer and choicer romanticism was the basis of the Tennysonian art, how- ever the laureate conventionalized it. It was likewise the stock, with Keats as the intermediary, out of which THE VICTORLVN LYRISTS 229 sprang the poetry of the group known as the pre-Raphael- ite writers together with much that has come after. The term pre-Raphaelite is unhappy, however em- ployed. It was the self-assumed designation of the little brotherhood of painters that formed about Holman Hunt, John Millais, and Dante Gabriel Rossetti in protest against the cult of Raphael that marked the academic painters of the forties; and it was employed to designate their art and that of many others who were thought in some wise to resemble them. The term was also transferred to liter- ature owing chiefly to Rossetti's distinction in poetry, and has been extended to include William Morris and Algernon Charles Swinburne, not here to mention many lesser names. The late Mr. William Sharp, earliest chronicler of the cult and late follower in its wake, finds "between the works of the band of artists who preceded Raphael and those who were called after them in the nineteenth century ... no real resemblance; the only bond that united them being that of going directly to nature for inspiration and guide."' Certain it is that the brotherhood made a compact "to adopt a style of abso- lute independence as to art dogma and convention"; and that in so doing, where nature failed — as she seems not infrequently to have failed them — the brethren trusted, as Rossetti himself i)uf it, each to his "own intelligence."'' A certain definition of outline and richness of color has been posited, too, for the pre-Ilai)haelite jiainters, qujili- ' Dante Galjriel Roa.ielli. a Rrmrd and a Study, 1883. * K. L. Cary, The Rosudlis, 1000, p. 3.*}. 230 THE ENGLISH LYRIC ties transferable and distinguishable in pre-Raphaelite poetry as well. This art possesses undeniable originality, but it is less that compassed by an unaffected return to nature than the strangeness and other-worldliness that results from a deliberate recurrence to mediaeval models and a reincarnation, so to speak, of mediajval ideals. In a word, the pre-Raphaelite poetry and art was a reaction- ary movement, a return to an older artistic tradition, leveled as much, so far as it was militant, against the rationalizing spirit of our time as against contemporary artistic creeds. How this paralleled the return to a me- diaeval ritual which the Oxford movement induced must be patent to the most superficial observer. Dante Gabriel Rossetti was the heart, soul, and flower of the " movement "; the rest are pre-Raphaelite only in so far as they partake of his spirit or share in the qualities that were his. The son of a poet and a patriot, banished his native Italy as a rebel against tyranny, young Rossetti early showed his blood in his precocious artistic talent and his impatience with the restraints of the artist's education of his time. The formation of the brotherhood, the pub- lication of that now precious little journal of protest, The Germ, in 1850, the criticism and attack of it and the noble and generous defense of the new ideals by Ruskin — all these things we know, told in a hundred different ways.^ Later came the acquaintance with the Oxford circle, in which William Morris and Swinburne with their Oxford 1 See especially the Introduction to a new edition of The Germ by William Michael Rossetti, 1901. THE VICTORLVN LYRISTS 231 and Cambridge Magazine, 1857, had headed for Hterature a similar revolt; then the tragic death of Rossctti's wife, that deepened his art and his melancholy, sinking him, towards the close of the twenty years yet left him, into a wreck of his former self, morbid, fitful, passionate, and irresponsible. Rossetti is the most purely lyrical of the poets of his group and the most untrammelled bj' rule or precedent. His pictures we are told were painted with much labor and toil in an incessant struggle for perfection; his poems came with a far greater spontaneity, from the famous "Blessed Damosel," written, it is said, when the poet was but eighteen, to the many ballads, all of them fraught with lyrical feeling and a strange rare quality of poetic descrip- tion, and to the passionate, exquisitely wrought sequence of sonnets. The House of Life. Rossetti is made up in his poetry of several apparently contradictory elements. His realism (though seldom the realism of nature) is of the most uncompromising type and distinguished by a cer- tain rigidity, not to call it severity. On the other hand, his ideality carries him into the most visionary of themes, betraying itself in sfjiriluulily and even mysticism. Mr. Pater has comijared Rossetti to his namesake Danl(\ discovering in him the same "definition of outline," the same "care for minute and definite imagery," and a like intensely concrete power of poetic particularization. After enumerating two distinct functions of poetry, the reveal- ing to every eye "the ideal aspects of common things" and "the imaginative creation u[ things that arc ideal 232 THE ENGLISH LYRIC from their very birth," the critic concludes: "Rossetti did something excellent of the former kind; but his character- istic, his really revealing work, lay in adding to poetry a fresh poetic material of a new order of phenomena in the creation of a new ideal."^ That this ideal was wholly a healthy one has been questioned again and again. Bu- chanan's notoriously unlucky attack on Rossetti's poetry as "fleshly," retracted, as it was, fully and nobly, if almost too late, may be dismissed with the regret that it still afiPects critical estimates of the greatest of the pre-Raphael- ites.^ There is, however, none the less, an excess of feeling over governing thought in Rossetti's poetry, a material- ism at times almost gross, in the passionate symbolism which the poet employs to figure forth the surging tide of the lover's emotion (in The House oj Life, for example), that can be paralleled only in the similar sensuous imagery which mars, to a chaster northern taste, the adoration of certain Romanist poets in their poetic cult of the Virgin.^ Notwithstanding, if we except Shakespeare, there is no such sequence of sonnets as Rossetti's House of Life, with their choice, rich diction, their weight of fervid passion, and their perfect poetic execution. Wordsworth, Keats, ^ See the essay prefixed to the selections from Rossetti in Ward's English Poets, iv, 633. '^ "The Fleshly School of Poetry "was published as "by Thomas Maitland," in the Contemporary Review, October, 1871. See A Look Round Literature, 1877, for a complete recantation, and the noble "Lines to an Old Enemy." ' See the poetry of Crashaw and the volumes Carmina Mariana, ed. O. Shipley, three vols., 1894, 1902, passim. THE MCTORIAN LYRISTS 233 and others achieve distinction in individual sonnets; there is no other collection of modern times sustained at so high and so impassioned a poetic level. However intellectuality must be denied to Rossetti, and however far he is from the poetry of purpose that bids fair to relegate the divine art to the place of an humble hand- maiden of "sociology'," we may agree with Mr. Watts- Dunton that the poetry of Rossetti is charged with "an ever-present apprehension of the spiritual world and of the struggle of the soul with earthly conditions." ' It is this, with his aloofness from contemporary interests, his poetic intensity, his rigid sense of form, and his quaint romantic spirit — a spirit never grotesque, however — that makes Rossetti in the fullest sense the j)oct of the mcdiaival reaction. Nor are these latter qualities, though their mode of expression is different, in any degree wanting in the poetry of Rossetti's gifted sister Christina Rossetti. Two years Dante's junior, as definitely and passionately a lover of art as her brother, she was even more precocious, and had puiilished verses before those of hers that api)eared in The Germ. If earthly love, the quintessence of human passion, rules the poetry of Dante Rossetti, it is heavenly love, wherein is the renunciation of the world, that fine asceticism to which the mcdiieval Italian temper was like- wise equal, that is the heart and soul of the beautiful poetry of Christina Rossetti. \Vh(;ther her jxx-ms be • Sec on the whole topic T. Walts-Dunton's well-known essay on Rossetti in the Encyclopardia Britannica. 234 THE ENGLISH LYRIC denominated sacred or secular, the spirit that looks out beyond the grave, that annihilates time and space, that broods much on life and death, interpenetrating the thought of one with the other — this is the spirit that rules her. It is the spirit of "We buried her among the flowers," "When I am dead, my dearest," and "Too late for love, too late for joy," exquisite lyrics that only an exquisite taste could redeem from gloom and morbidity. It has been well said that Christina Rossctti alone among the important poets of the reign carried in her "the full- ness of faith." Hers was not a faith like Cardinal New- man's, the result of a derationalizing process that fought its way back against the current of the age to an impreg- nable mediaeval stronghold; nor yet that of Browning, optimistic, unreasoning, ingrained, and half a matter of inheritance. Christina Rossetti's faith — and faith is the best part of her poetry — like the overtones of a vibrated string, adjusts all thoughts to the love of God. It is this together with the sincerity and purity of her art that keeps her from the morbid, the grotesque, and the despairing. The only other actual member of the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood, deserving of memory for this association, if not quite for his poetry, is Thomas Woolner, the painter. William Bell Scott, already mentioned, and Sir J. Noel Paton group here less for the circumstance of any real association with Rossctti and his circle than for the fortui- tous accident that both likewise combined the arts of poetry and painting. There is a metrical freedom about the verse of Paton, and he has left at least one lyrical sue- THE VICTORL\N LYRISTS 235 cess in the beautiful song beginning, "There is a wail in the wind to-night." Unconnected with pre-Raphaelitism though contemporary with its earlier course, is the poetry of Sidney Dobell, already mentioned for his war songs, and that of Alexander Smith, gibbeted together in a merciless review of Aytoun's as the poets of "the spas- modic school." The likeness of these poets lies in their faults, and of these inequality is the chief. Dobell seems neither to have known when to stop nor how to reject; and yet there is much of the poet in him. He burns at times with a genuine martial spirit in England in Time of War, 1856, a spirit not shared by Smith, who had collabor- ated with him in Sonnets of the War, in the previous year. The lyrical "Ballad of Keith of Ravelston," Dobell's best known poem, deser\'es its poi)ularily, and there are other poems, "Return," and the fanciful "A Chanted Calen- dar," for example, that leave him a place, though humbler, it may be surmi.sed, than ho would have claimed for liim- sejf among the mid-Victorian lyrists. It has been said that if Dobell, with his ready emotions, was a belated devotee of IJyronism, Alexander Smith, Scotchman though he was, found his iusjjiration in Keats. Smith's poetry is con- tained in three volumes, published between 18.5.'3 and 18G1. Like Dolxll, he was enthusiast ically received, only to fall upon a later neglect. His Citj/ Poems, in which Glasgow is his inspiration, offer many illustrations of his power of "description touched with high imagination," and the lyric, "Barbara," if somewhat strained .uid wordy in parts, is sustained by a genuine poetic fervor. 236 THE ENGLISH LYRIC In William Morris, poet, painter, designer in art, printer and socialist, we meet with one of the most engaging and interesting personages of Victorian times. Morris was artistic activity incarnate, and to plan with him was to attempt instant execution, moulding ways and means into subjection to the idea which was often realized with a degree of approximation miraculous to a less practical and precipitate nature. Morris was fortunate in a child- hood surrounded with the comfort, protection, and lib- erality that makes the expansion of a man's real nature possible. From the first the spirit of medieval romance ruled in him, touching him not only as it touched some others at a single point, but in archaeology, architecture, painting, poetry, everywhere it may be surmised except in religion; for it has been well said that "it was the religion of beauty rather than the beauty of any one religion or creed that appealed to him." ^ With a nature open to all such impressions, Morris fell in with the "Tennysonian enthusiasm" that was ruling in the Oxford of his day, with Ruskin and his writings, and with the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood. In 1856, Morris and his friends founded The Oxford and Cambridge Magrazine, destined to run for a year, and turned first artist and then poet. It was two years later that The Defence of Guinevere was published. This remarkable volume is out-and-out pre-Raphaelite, and in it appeared that part of the poetry of Morris that most nearly approaches the lyrical. The long and inter- esting later career of Morris, his stupendous labors and * A. Noyes, in William. Morris, English Men of Letters, 1908, p. 15. THE \r[CTORL\N LYRISTS 237 admirable success in translation and epic poetry, the revo- lution that he effected in the popular applications of decor- ative art, his fenxnt socialism, prose writings and lectur- ings on that and on other topics — none of these concern us. We have just called The Defence of Guinevere out-and- out pre-Raphaelite; it was such in its picturesque mediae- valism, in its height of simple coloring, and in the large part that a certain vivid and naive description bears to the whole. But even aside from its title and its "doings with the affairs of King Arthur, " there is in this volume a reflex of the prevalent influence of a certain very definite part of Tennyson's poetry. In "Oriana," in "The Lady of Shalott" even, more especially in the dramatic lyric, "The Two Sisters," we recognize so distinctively what we have come to call the pre-Raphaelite note that we are sur7)rised to find those poems in Tennyson's volume of 1842 with the "Morte d'Arlhur," and "Sir Galahad," remembering that The Idijll.s of the King were not com- plete (barring "Balin and Halan") until the year 1809. 'J'his is the Tennyson that affected Morris; of the larger elegiac, classical, i)oliti(al, patriotic, and realistic Tenny- son, Morris shows, neither here nor elsewhere, a trace; and he develofjcd the wide sweep and incessant onward progress of the stories of The Karthh/ Paradise, as he caught the noble si)irit of Norse legend, elsewhere. The poems of The Defence of Guinevere arc none of them strictly lyrics, for each is b.'used on a story or situation in which both narrative and description arc involved: "Shameful Death" for e.\aini)le, Innv a knight was treacherously 238 THE ENGLISH LYRIC slain, with his brother's vengeance, told by that brother years after the deed; "The Sailing of the Sword," how a lover sailed, only to return recreant with "a tall white maid" on his knee. And yet here again, in view of the unity, the music, and the single emotion which animates such poems and the concentration of this last, not its representation in the shift and change of action, we have a lyrical rather than a dramatically pervasive spirit. The success of such poems consists in their power to suggest by a flash of description here, a touch of narrative there, always by way of some picturesque detail, a picture suf- fused with a strong though objective emotion, usually in reminiscence of an event afar off. This is impressionist poetry, and like all impressionist art, in danger of vague- ness and a lack of definition and significance. To explain this by reference to some deep spiritual symbolism, as has been done, is to obscure the understanding. Morris's poetry is as beautifully and fittingly decorative as his wall-paper, and as little suffused with mystery. He has instilled into a fanciful mediaeval milieu, as unreal as that of Tennyson, suggestions of heroic human passions, more vivid than Tennyson's and more briefly conveyed, but in no wise more actual. The later poetry of Morris yields a few poems more lyrical in the accepted sense. None of these are more charming than the intercalary "months" of The Earthly Paradise with their fine sense for nature, or the amoebsean love song beginning, "In the white- flowered hawthorn brake," in "Ogier the Dane," in the same work. Morris might have attained the concentra- THE \1CT0RL\N LYRISTS 239 tion of the lyric in its narrowest sense. He could do nearly anything that he attempted. As it is, his real joy was in the boundless reaches of epic song. It was in 1857 that Algernon Charles Swinburne came up to Oxford from Eton to fall into immediate associa- tion with the Oxonian pre-Raphaelites and to be stirred equally with them by the powerful influence and example of Rossetti. The eldest son of an admiral, of ancient and honorable stock, young Swinburne failed of his degree at Oxford, although he seems early to have acquired an extraordinars' facility in foreign languages, French and Italian as well as Latin and Greek. Indeed, no English poet has so grasped and appreciated the literary, espe- cially the poetic, achievements of other men native and foreign, modern and ancient; and none has ever so em- ployed that knowledge in \\'idening the range of his own poetic powers. Verses in Latin, Greek, in modern French and the language of old Provence, all flowed with equal readiness from his facile pen; and eloquently worded criticism in prose, albeit largely ini|)rcssionistic and intui- tive, was as much his birthright as his surprising mastery over the musif, the imagery, and the nuiltiple forms of lyrical and other measures. Of the mode of Swinburne's life we know very little; his recent death, in 1909, at the age of seventy-two, still leaves him one of the least I)ersonally known of our contemporary i)fK*ts. His works exhibit an extraordinary capacity for fricndshij); or, at least, for a generous ajjpreciation of the (pialitics of great- ness among his contemiwrarics. In his early youth he 240 THE ENGLISH LYRIC visited Landor in Italy; and that venerable poet, Victor Hugo, and Mazzini (to mention no others) remained among his adorations, loved scarcely on this side of idola- try. Indeed, the essence of Swinburne's nature was enthu- siasm. His was the last triumphant burst of Shelleian revolutionary song, glorious, impassioned, impracticable, never-ending song. He is superb in vituperation, in panegyric often sublime. A list of the volumes of Swinburne would almost match that of Tennyson; even though we leave out the prose, his two or three narrative poems, and his half dozen dramas, the body of his poetry which is purely lyrical is to be found in nearly a dozen volumes. Omitting his earlier work, it was in Aialanta in Calydon, 1865, a tragedy after the Greek manner, that Swinburne first burst into fame. Despite his many subsequent triumphs over the complexities of an elaborate lyrical technique, the poet never surpassed the music and the poetic beauty of the famous choruses of this drama which remains the best known of his works. In the next year appeared the first series of Poems and Ballads, a volume as unparalleled for the exuberance and inventiveness of its lyrical effects as it is frank in its dithyrambic expression of erotic passion. Whatever may have been the poet's early touch with pre- Raphaelitism, here he had cut loose once and for all from precedent and example. Here was a poet whose technique was a revelation, in comparison to whose absolute sway over verse Tennyson's perfections seemed tame and studied, one the impetuosity and torrent of whose pas- THE VICTORIAN LYRISTS 241 sionate imagery, like the ocean in the agitation of storm, left the raptures of Shelley cold as the shimmer of moon- beams on still water. It is deplorable that to the many, among them genuine lovers of poetrj', Swinburne has been too often finally appraised by this one remarkable vol- ume, often reprinted (in America at least) with a catch title derived from one of the most characteristic, as it is one of the most beautiful if vividly erotic, poems of the book. There is infinitely more than this in Swinburne; and even in his frankest and most daring moments, he is, neither here nor elsewhere, decadent. The often hazard- ous enthusiasm which Swin1)urne lavishes on the love of man for woman, he bestows in other poems with equal warmth on his poetical ideals, on the heroes of his personal worship, on nature, and on the themes of his prose criti- cism. In Songs before Sunrise, 1871, and Songs of Two Nations, 1875, two volumes of si)lendid and imperishable poetry, we have the higliest expression of Swinburne's political faitii and creed. Always an avowed republican, he was really less the ui)li<)Idcr of any one form of govern- ment than a natural rebel against all schemes of consti- tuted authority. It was this that gave eiiijjlKisis to his fulminations against kingcraft. It accounts, too, for his onslaughts on constituted religion and for tiial religion of Fate that holds the unfathoniabh' background of his intermittent fjassages between paganism and an oufriglit negation of (Jod. Having deelarerl that "man's soul is man's God still," hung like the guiding light of a ship at the mast's head, he continues, 242 THE ENGLISH LYRIC Save his own soul's light overhead. None leads him, and none ever led, Across earth's hidden harbor-bar. Past youth where shoreward shallows are. Through age that drives on toward the red Vast void of sunset hailed from far. To the equal waters of the dead; Save his own soul he has no star. And sinks, except his own soul guide, Helmless in middle turn of tide. These are not the idle words of a thoughtless singer of love-lays, and no one can read them, the bitter invectives of such poems as "The Watch in the Night" and "Before a Crucifix," or the eloquence, ideality, and aspiration of "Hertha," of the "Marching Song" (to mention only these at random), and remain of any such opinion. Means and detail were as little to Swinburne as they ever were to Shelley; the political ideal comprehended in the one vague, glorious word "freedom" burned in each with a steady flame, and armed each with a scourge of scorpions for all that is base, ignoble, tyrannical, and inimical to the innate manliood of man. With the second series of Poems and Ballads, 1878, the enthusiasm of Swinburne takes on not so much a new phase as a deeper and more fervent appreciation of the beauty, the mystery, the overmastering influence of nature. In poems such as "The Forsaken Garden," "A Wasted Vigil," "Neaptide," "On the Cliffs" (in the next volume. Songs of the Springtides, 1880), Swinburne takes his place among the great English lyrists of nature. And his preoccupation is with the deeper ground tones that THE VICTORLVN LYRISTS 243 strike wonder, terror, and worship into the primitive mythologizing mind. As Mr. Woodberry has put it in a passage, the whole of which should be read and pondered, "Fire, air, earth, and water are the four elements from which his very vocabulary seems made up; flame, wind, and foam, and all the forms of light are so much a part of his color-rhythm that they become an opaline of verse peculiarly his o^vn. . . . The blurring effect of this mass of indefinable sensation, especially when metaphorically employed, even more than the overcharge of vocal sound in the verse, accounts for that impression of vacuity of meaning that Swinburne's poetry in general makes on readers not habituated to his manner."' Swinburne's is the crown of English poetry of the sea. To him the sea is "the nature-symbol of England" as of liberty, of hope, and of the life of mankind, and his splendid tunuiltuous lines, with their incessant dance, sparkle, and break into foam, seem the very incarnation in poetry of the si)irit of the wide ocean. One other lyrical enthusiasm of Swin- burne remains to he chronicled, his love and delicate unrlcrstanding of childhcMMl. 'i'here are no more Ix'aul il'iil poems in the language than the thirty odd lyrics entitled "The Dark Month," aiul []h'. accotni)anying poems, "A Child's I*ity," "(Comparisons," and the rrst that ap- pear in the volume entitled Trintrnm of Lj/onrssr. Then' is about them a greater smoothness, a pur