is not merely the founder of modern literature.
He would have been that if he had never written anything more than his Canzoni
, which for elegance, variety of rhythm, and fervor of sentiment were something altogether new. They are of a higher mood than any other poems of the same style in their own language, or indeed in any other.
In beauty of phrase and subtlety of analogy they remind one of some of the Greek tragic choruses.
We are constantly moved in them by a nobleness of tone, whose absence in many admired lyrics of the kind is poorly supplied by conceits.
So perfect is Dante
's mastery of his material, that in compositions, as he himself has shown, so artificial,1
the form seems rather organic than mechanical, which cannot be said of the best of the Provencal poets who led the way in this kind.
's sonnets also have a grace and tenderness which have been seldom matched.
His lyrical excellence would have got him into the Collections, and he would have made here and there an enthusiast as Donne does in English
, but his great claim to remembrance is not merely Italian
It is that he was the first Christian poet, in any proper sense of the word, the first who so subdued dogma to the uses of plastic imagination as to make something that is still poetry of the highest order after it has suffered the disenchantment inevitable in the most perfect translation.
Verses of the kind usually called sacred