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chiefly notable for his divination of Tennyson as a great poet; for
the rest; we can only trust the author of In Memoriam and the verdict
of tradition。
The studies of the poet at this time included original composition in
Greek and Latin verse; history; and a theme that he alone has made
poetical; natural science。 All poetry has its roots in the age
before natural science was more than a series of nature…myths。 The
poets have usually; like Keats; regretted the days when
〃There was an awful rainbow once in heaven;〃
when the hills and streams were not yet 〃dispeopled of their dreams。〃
Tennyson; on the other hand; was already finding material for poetry
in the world as seen through microscope and telescope; and as
developed through 〃aeonian〃 processes of evolution。 In a notebook;
mixed with Greek; is a poem on the Moonnot the moon of Selene; 〃the
orbed Maiden;〃 but of astronomical science。 In Memoriam recalls the
conversations on labour and politics; discussions of the age of the
Reform Bill; of rick…burning (expected to 〃make taters cheaper〃); and
of Catholic emancipation; also the emancipation of such negroes as
had not yet tasted the blessings of freedom。 In politics Tennyson
was what he remained; a patriot; a friend of freedom; a foe of
disorder。 His politics; he said; were those 〃of Shakespeare; Bacon;
and every sane man。〃 He was one of the Society of Apostles; and
characteristically contributed an essay on Ghosts。 Only the preface
survives: it is not written in a scientific style; but bids us 〃not
assume that any vision IS baseless。〃 Perhaps the author went on to
discuss 〃veridical hallucinations;〃 but his ideas about these things
must be considered later。
It was by his father's wish that Tennyson competed for the English
prize poem。 The theme; Timbuctoo; was not inspiring。 Thackeray
wrote a good parody of the ordinary prize poem in Pope's metre:…
〃I see her sons the hill of glory mount;
And sell their sugars on their own account;
Prone to her feet the prostrate nations come;
Sue for her rice and barter for her rum。〃
Tennyson's work was not much more serious: he merely patched up an
old piece; in blank verse; on the battle of Armageddon。 The poem is
not destitute of Tennysonian cadence; and ends; not inappropriately;
with 〃All was night。〃 Indeed; all WAS night。
An ingenious myth accounts for Tennyson's success: At Oxford; says
Charles Wordsworth; the author was more likely to have been
rusticated than rewarded。 But already (1829) Arthur Hallam told Mr
Gladstone that Tennyson 〃promised fair to be the greatest poet of our
generation; perhaps of our century。〃
In 1830 Tennyson published the first volume of which he was sole
author。 Browning's Pauline was of the year 1833。 It was the very
dead hours of the Muses。 The great Mr Murray had ceased; as one
despairing of song; to publish poetry。 Bulwer Lytton; in the preface
to Paul Clifford (1830); announced that poetry; with every other form
of literature except the Novel; was unremunerative and unread。
Coleridge and Scott were silent: indeed Sir Walter was near his
death; Wordsworth had shot his bolt; though an arrow or two were left
in the quiver。 Keats; Shelley; and Byron were dead; Milman's brief
vogue was departing。 It seemed as if novels alone could appeal to
readers; so great a change in taste had been wrought by the sixteen
years of Waverley romances。 The slim volume of Tennyson was
naturally neglected; though Leigh Hunt reviewed it in the Tatler。
Hallam's comments in the Englishman's Magazine; though enthusiastic
(as was right and natural); were judicious。 〃The author imitates no
one。〃 Coleridge did not read all the book; but noted 〃things of a
good deal of beauty。 The misfortune is that he has begun to write
verses without very well understanding what metre is。〃 As Tennyson
said in 1890; 〃So I; an old man; who get a poem or poems every day;
might cast a casual glance at a book; and seeing something which I
could not scan or understand; might possibly decide against the book
without further consideration。〃 As a rule; the said books are
worthless。 The number of versifiers makes it hard; indeed; for the
poet to win recognition。 One little new book of rhyme is so like
another; and almost all are of so little interest!
The rare book that differs from the rest has a bizarrerie with its
originality; and in the poems of 1830 there was; assuredly; more than
enough of the bizarre。 There were no hyphens in the double epithets;
and words like 〃tendriltwine〃 seemed provokingly affected。 A kind of
lusciousness; like that of Keats when under the influence of Leigh
Hunt; may here and there be observed。 Such faults as these catch the
indifferent eye when a new book is first opened; and the volume of
1830 was probably condemned by almost every reader of the previous
generation who deigned to afford it a glance。 Out of fifty…six
pieces only twenty…three were reprinted in the two volumes of 1842;
which won for Tennyson the general recognition of the world of
letters。 Five or six of the pieces then left out were added as
Juvenilia in the collected works of 1871; 1872。 The whole mass
deserves the attention of students of the poet's development。
This early volume may be said to contain; in the germ; all the great
original qualities of Tennyson; except the humour of his rural
studies and the elaboration of his Idylls。 For example; in Mariana
we first note what may be called his perfection and accomplishment。
The very few alterations made later are verbal。 The moated grange of
Mariana in Measure for Measure; and her mood of desertion and
despair; are elaborated by a precision of truth and with a perfection
of harmony worthy of Shakespeare himself; and minutely studied from
the natural scenes in which the poet was born。 If these verses alone
survived out of the wreck of Victorian literature; they would
demonstrate the greatness of the author as clearly as do the
fragments of Sappho。 Isabel (a study of the poet's mother) is almost
as remarkable in its stately dignity; while Recollections of the
Arabian Nights attest the power of refined luxury in romantic
description; and herald the unmatched beauty of The Lotos…Eaters。
The Poet; again; is a picture of that which Tennyson himself was to
fulfil; and Oriana is a revival of romance; and of the ballad; not
limited to the ballad form as in its prototype; Helen of Kirkconnell。
Curious and exquisite experiment in metre is indicated in the Leonine
Elegiacs; in Claribel; and several other poems。 Qualities which were
not for long to find public expression; speculative powers brooding;
in various moods; on ultimate and insoluble questions; were attested
by The Mystic; and Supposed Confessions of a Second…rate Sensitive
Mind not in Unity with Itself; an unlucky title of a remarkable
performance。 〃In this; the most agitated of all his poems; we find
the soul urging onward
'Thro' utter dark a full…sail'd skiff;
Unpiloted i' the echoing dance
Of reboant whirlwinds;'
and to the question; 'Why not believe; then?' we have as answer a
simile of the sea; which cannot slumber like a mountain tarn; or
'Draw down into his vexed pools
All that blue heaven which hues and paves'
the tranquil inland mere。〃 {3}
The poet longs for the faith of his infant days and of his mother …
〃Thy mild deep eyes upraised; that knew
The beauty and repose of faith;
And the clear spirit shining thro'。〃
That faith is already shaken; and the long struggle for belief has
already begun。
Tennyson; according to Matthew Arnold; was not un esprit puissant。
Other and younger critics; who have attained to a cock…certain mood
of negation; are apt to blame him because; in fact; he did not
finally agree with their opinions。 If a man is necessarily a
weakling or a hypocrite because; after trying all things; he is not
an atheist or a materialist; then the reproach of insincerity or of
feebleness of mind must rest upon Tennyson。 But it is manifest that;
almost in boyhood; he had already faced the ideas which; to one of
his character; almost meant despair: he had not kept his eyes
closed。 To his extremely self…satisfied accusers we might answer; in
lines from this earliest volume (The Mystic):…
〃Ye scorn him with an undiscerning scorn;
Ye cannot read the marvel in his eye;
The still serene abstraction。〃
He would behold
〃One shadow in the midst of a great light;
One reflex from eternity on time;
One mighty countenance of perfect calm;
Awful with most invariable eyes。〃
His mystic of these boyish years …
〃Often lying broad awake; and yet
Remaining from the body; and apart
In intellect and power and will; hath heard
Time flowing in the middle of the night;
And all things creeping to a day of doom。〃
In this poem; never republished by the author; is an attempt to
express an experience which in later years he more than once
endeavoured to set forth in articulate speech; an experience which
was destined to colour his finial speculations on ultimate problems
of God and of the soul。 We shall later have to discuss the opinion
of an eminent critic; Mr Fre