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Alfred Tennyson (search for this): chapter 12
Only a curl, that touching, exquisite poem written to console two bereaved friends in America. Those who are fond of making comparisons will find a good opportunity for the exercise of their ingenuity in comparing this little poem with that of Tennyson entitled To J. S., likewise written to comfort an afflicted friend. That of the laureate is a far more beautiful, work of art; after reading its melodious lines Mrs. Browning's verses sound rugged and harsh. Its writer's sympathy and love are d to the source of all comfort. It inspires him with the writer's lofty faith. It lets a ray of heavenly light into his soul, The contrast between the two poems can be best exhibited by quoting a verse of each. One of the concluding verses of Tennyson's poem is this:--Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace, Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul; While the stars burn the winds increase, And the great ages onward roll. That of Mrs. Browning:-- So look up, friends I you who indeed Have possessed in y
Waldemar (search for this): chapter 12
police. Some time after Marian's flight, a report is circulated and generally believed by his friends that Romney has formed an engagement of marriage with Lady Waldemar,--a lady of wealth, rank, and beauty, but whose character is utterly devoid of moral principle. In the full belief of this report, Aurora Leigh, having publ~expression of her genius, starts for Italy. Stopping at Paris on the way, she meets upon the street Marian Erle. Accompanying her home she hears her story. Lady Waldemar (who had long cherished a secret love for Romney Leigh) had persuaded Marian that her affianced husband entertained no real affection for her, but was, in marral theories; and that it was her duty to prevent him from performing this rash act by flight. Accordingly she fled the country, under the care of a servant of Lady Waldemar, who conveyed her to a vile den in some French seaport, where she was drugged and outraged. Escaping them, she made her way to Paris, where a child is born to
Lucifer (search for this): chapter 12
m. It is based upon the expulsion of Adam and Eve from the garden of Eden. The following is an outline of its plot: The poem opens with an exulting soliloquy by Lucifer, which is interrupted by the entrance of Gabriel. In the colloquy which ensues between them the fallen angel exults over his success, and Gabriel meets his taunts forgiveness and continued love. A chorus of invisible angels, who had ministered to their pleasure in Eden, then chant the exiles a faint and tender farewell. Lucifer now appears upon the scene, and taunts his victims upon their ruin, until he is interrupted and driven away by a lament coming from his lost love, the morning st the spirit of the harmless earth, and the other the spirit of the harmless beasts, who mourn the ruin that man.has brought upon them, and, joined and assisted by Lucifer, revile the wretched pair for the curse they have brought upon God's fair creation. When they have driven Adam and Eve to a frenzy of agony, Christ appears, rebu
Elizabeth Barrett (search for this): chapter 12
ng excursion, within sight of the windows of the house in which she lived. Even his body was never found. This tragedy, writes her friend, nearly killed Elizabeth Barrett. She was utterly prostrated by the horror and the grief, and by a natural but most unjust feeling that she had been in some sort the cause of this great misin which are criticised the works of nine female poets, who are now nearly or quite all forgotten, except Mrs. Browning, in these words: In a word, we consider Miss Barrett to be a woman of undoubted genius and most unusual learning, but that she has indulged her inclination for themes of sublime mystery, not certainly without grepense of that clearness, truth, and proportion which are essential to beauty. At about this time Leigh Hunt speaks of her in the following language:-- Miss Barrett, whom we take to be the most imaginative poetess that has appeared in England, perhaps in Europe, and who will grow to great eminence if the fineness of her ve
E. B. Browning (search for this): chapter 12
ful Florence placed this memorial, 1861. To those who loved Mrs. Browning, says a friend in a letter published in the Atlantic monthly foill, small voice could utter them with equal force. But it was Mrs. Browning's face upon which one loved to gaze,that face and head which alnd of intellect, and in gazing into them it was easy to see why Mrs. Browning wrote. God's inspiration was her motive-power, and in her eyesion of this higher light. The same friend continues:-- Mrs. Browning's conversation Was most interesting .. All that she said was alquently took upon herself. One never dreamed of frivolities in Mrs. Browning's presence, and gossip felt itself out of place. Yourself, notressed our opinion so fully regarding the merits and defects of Mrs. Browning's poetry, in the progress of this sketch, that we need do no mo of suitable elaboration and chaste and simple expression. Had Mrs. Browning's constructive faculty been equal to the wealth of her originat
Jesus Christ (search for this): chapter 12
rth loom slow, Drawn out as suiteth with the place and time In twelve colossal shapes instead of stars. Their attention is drawn from these by two spirits, of whom one calls itself the spirit of the harmless earth, and the other the spirit of the harmless beasts, who mourn the ruin that man.has brought upon them, and, joined and assisted by Lucifer, revile the wretched pair for the curse they have brought upon God's fair creation. When they have driven Adam and Eve to a frenzy of agony, Christ appears, rebukes the earth-spirits and commands them to become man's comforters and ministers, foretells the redemption which He will accomplish for the race, and bids our first parents,-- In which hope move on, First sinners and first mourners; love and live, Doing both nobly because lowlily. The earth-spirits promise obedience and disappear. A chorus of angels then chants the promise of immortal life to mortals, and thus the drama ends. We have given the plot of the Drama of exi
Homer (search for this): chapter 12
, but it could not, like Milton's, float tranquilly, supported by its strong pinion, in the clear upper air. Her genius seemed rather to emit brilliant flashes than to shed a steady radiance. The Drama of exile contains many noble passages. Some of its conceptions give evidence of great originality and power. But passages in a poem written upon such a subject, which excite a reader's laughter by their extravagance, are fatal to its claims to be considered a great work of the imagination. Homer sometimes nods, but he never rants. It has been the unanimous voice of criticism, and cannot fail to be the opinion of every candid and intelligent reader, that in the Drama of exile Mrs. Browning very often and very laughably rants. But those seven years of solitude and illness bore other and better fruit than the Drama of exile. Many of those beautiful short poems, on which Mrs. Browning's claims to our gratitude chiefly rest, are the fruit of that stern and protracted contest with ex
Prometheus (search for this): chapter 12
neither possessing much intrinsic merit nor giving great promise of originality, but as remarkable for the precocious audacity with which it deals with the greatest names in literature and science. In 1833 she published a translation of the Prometheus bound of Aeschylus. This translation was severely criticised at the time of its publication, and Miss Barrett herself was so dissatisfied with it that she executed an entirely-new version, which was included in a subsequent collection of her curls falling on either side of a most expressive face, large, tender eyes, richly fringed by dark eyelashes, a smile like a sunbeam, and such a look of youthfulness that I had some difficulty in persuading a friend that the translatress of the Prometheus of Aeschylus, the authoress of the Essay on mind, was old enough to be introduced into company. The next year Mrs. Browning met with that unfortunate accident which, with the yet sadder casualty of which it was the indistinct occasion, cast
Americans (search for this): chapter 12
was passed. For nearly fifteen years, says the writer from whom we have quoted above, Florence and the Brownings were one in the thoughts of many English and Americans. Mrs. Browning's poems, for many years before her death, were more widely and heartily admired by American than by English readers. Her love of liberty and generous sympathy with all efforts to elevate the race made America dear and Americans welcome to her. Her conversational powers were of the highest order. It was but natural, therefore, that her house should attract many American travellers to discuss with this little broad-browed woman those great questions of the day, which we ad your country. I only declared the consequences of the evil in her, and which has since developed itself in thunder and flame. I feel with more pain than many Americans do the sorrow of this transition time; but I do know that it is transition; that it is crisis, and that you will come out of the fire purified, stainless, having
Robert Browning (search for this): chapter 12
ted from her couch) to become the life of Robert Browning. We have not the space to enter into any discussion of Mr. Browning's rank as a poet. It is sufficient for our purpose to say that, though enough for those who have learned to love Mrs. Browning through her writings to know that those wh From their wedding day, writes a friend, Mrs. Browning seemed to be endowed with new life. Her hthoughts of many English and Americans. Mrs. Browning's poems, for many years before her death, obstructions which infest the air! Had Mrs. Browning died childless, she never could have writt of art; after reading its melodious lines Mrs. Browning's verses sound rugged and harsh. Its writ, And the great ages onward roll. That of Mrs. Browning:-- So look up, friends I you who indeed Ha truth. It may readily be supposed that Mrs. Browning's deep love of liberty would have led her atesman were worthy of a nobler people. Mrs. Browning was buried in the English burying-ground a[6 more...]
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