Dreamed　he　of　death；　or　broken　vow；
  Or　is　it　all　a　vision　now？〃
  We　learn　from　Lady　Louisa　Stuart；　to　whom　Scott　read　these　lines；
  that　they　referred　to　his　lost　love。　　I　cite　the　passage　because　the
  extreme　reticence　of　Scott；　in　his　undying　sorrow；　is　in　contrast
  with　what　Tennyson；　after　reading　The　Lady　of　the　Lake；　was　putting
  into　the　mouth　of　his　complaining　lover　in　Maud。
  We　have　no　reason　to　suppose　that　Tennyson　himself　had　ever　to　bewail
  a　faithless　love。　　To　be　sure；　the　hero　of　Locksley　Hall　is　in　this
  attitude；　but　then　Locksley　Hall　is　not　autobiographical。　　Less
  dramatic　and　impersonal　in　appearance　are　the　stanzas　…
  〃Come　not；　when　I　am　dead；
  To　drop　thy　foolish　tears　upon　my　grave；〃
  and
  〃Child；　if　it　were　thine　error　or　thy　crime
  I　care　no　longer；　being　all　unblest。〃
  No　biographer　tells　us　whether　this　was　a　personal　complaint　or　a
  mere　set　of　verses　on　an　imaginary　occasion。　　In　In　Memoriam　Tennyson
  speaks　out　concerning　the　loss　of　a　friend。　　In　Maud；　as　in　Locksley
  Hall；　he　makes　his　hero　reveal　the　agony　caused　by　the　loss　of　a
  mistress。　　There　is　no　reason　to　suppose　that　the　poet　had　ever　any
  such　mischance；　but　many　readers　have　taken　Locksley　Hall　and　Maud
  for　autobiographical　revelations；　like　In　Memoriam。　　They　are；　on　the
  other　hand；　imaginative　and　dramatic。　　They　illustrate　the　pangs　of
  disappointed　love　of　woman；　pangs　more　complex　and　more　rankling　than
  those　inflicted　by　death。　　In　each　case；　however；　the　poet；　who　has
  sung　so　nobly　the　happiness　of　fortunate　wedded　loves；　has　chosen　a
  hero　with　whom　we　do　not　readily　sympathisea　Hamlet　in　miniature；
  〃With　a　heart　of　furious　fancies；〃
  as　in　the　old　mad　song。　　This　choice；　thanks　to　the　popular
  misconception；　did　him　some　harm。　　As　a　〃monodramatic　Idyll；〃　a
  romance　in　many　rich　lyric　measures；　Maud　was　at　first　excessively
  unpopular。　　〃Tennyson's　Maud　is　Tennyson's　Maudlin；〃　said　a　satirist；
  and　〃morbid；〃　〃mad；〃　〃rampant；〃　and　〃rabid　bloodthirstiness　of　soul；〃
  were　among　the　amenities　of　criticism。　　Tennyson　hated　war；　but　his
  hero；　at　least；　hopes　that　national　union　in　a　national　struggle　will
  awake　a　nobler　than　the　commercial　spirit。　　Into　the　rights　and
  wrongs　of　our　quarrel　with　Russia　we　are　not　to　go。　　Tennyson；
  rightly　or　wrongly；　took　the　part　of　his　country；　and　must　〃thole　the
  feud〃　of　those　high…souled　citizens　who　think　their　country　always　in
  the　wrongas　perhaps　it　very　frequently　is。　　We　are　not　to　expect　a
  tranquil　absence　of　bias　in　the　midst　of　military　excitement；　when
  very　laudable　sentiments　are　apt　to　misguide　men　in　both　directions。
  In　any　case；　political　partisanship　added　to　the　enemies　of　the　poem；
  which　was　applauded　by　Henry　Taylor；　Ruskin；　George　Brimley；　and
  Jowett；　while　Mrs　Browning　sent　consoling　words　from　Italy。　　The　poem
  remained　a　favourite　with　the　author；　who　chose　passages　from　it
  often；　when　persuaded　to　read　aloud　by　friends；　and　modern　criticism
  has　not　failed　to　applaud　the　splendour　of　the　verse　and　the　subtlety
  of　the　mad　scenes；　the　passion　of　the　love　lyrics。
  These　merits　have　ceased　to　be　disputed；　but；　though　a　loyal
  Tennysonian；　I　have　never　quite　been　able　to　reconcile　myself　to　Maud
  as　a　whole。　　The　hero　is　an　unwholesome　young　man；　and　not　of　an
  original　kind。　　He　is　un　beau　tenebreux　of　1830。　　I　suppose　it　has
  been　observed　that　he　is　merely　The　Master　of　Ravenswood　in　modern
  costume；　and　without　Lady　Ashton。　　Her　part　is　taken　by　Maud's
  brother。　　The　situations　of　the　hero　and　of　the　Master　（whose
  acquaintance　Thackeray　never　renewed　after　he　lost　his　hat　in　the
  Kelpie　Flow）　are　nearly　identical。　　The　families　and　fathers　of　both
  have　been　ruined　by　〃the　gray　old　wolf；〃　and　by　Sir　William　Ashton；
  representing　the　house　of　Stair。　　Both　heroes　live　dawdling　on；　hard
  by　their　lost　ancestral　homes。　　Both　fall　in　love　with　the　daughters
  of　the　enemies　of　their　houses。　　The　loves　of　both　are　baffled；　and
  end　in　tragedy。　　Both　are　concerned　in　a　duel；　though　the　Master；　on
  his　way　to　the　ground；　〃stables　his　steed　in　the　Kelpie　Flow；〃　and
  the　wooer　in　Maud　shoots　Lucy　Ashton's　brother；I　mean　the　brother
  of　Maud；though　duelling　in　England　was　out　of　date。　　Then　comes　an
  interval　of　madness；　and　he　recovers　amid　the　patriotic　emotions　of
  the　ill…fated　Crimean　expedition。　　Both　lovers　are　gloomy；　though　the
  Master　has　better　cause；　for　the　Tennysonian　hero　is　more　comfortably
  provided　for　than　Edgar　with　his　〃man　and　maid；〃　his　Caleb　and　Mysie。
  Finally；　both　The　Bride　of　Lammermoor；　which　affected　Tennyson　so
  potently　in　boyhood
  （〃A　merry　merry　bridal；
  A　merry　merry　day〃）；
  and　Maud；　excel　in　passages　rather　than　as　wholes。
  The　hero　of　Maud；　with　his　clandestine　wooing　of　a　girl　of　sixteen；
  has　this　apology；　that　the　match　had　been；　as　it　were；　predestined；
  and　desired　by　the　mother　of　the　lady。　　Still；　the　brother　did　not
  ill　to　be　angry；　and　the　peevishness　of　the　hero　against　the　brother
  and　the　parvenu　lord　and　rival　strikes　a　jarring　note。　　In　England；
  at　least；　the　general　sentiment　is　opposed　to　this　moody；
  introspective　kind　of　young　man；　of　whom　Tennyson　is　not　to　be
  supposed　to　approve。　　We　do　not　feel　certain　that　his　man　and　maid
  were　〃ever　ready　to　slander　and　steal。〃　　That　seems　to　be　part　of　his
  jaundiced　way　of　looking　at　everything　and　everybody。　　He　has　even　a
  bad　word　for　the　〃man…god〃　of　modern　days；　…
  〃The　man　of　science　himself　is　fonder　of　glory；　and　vain；
  An　eye　well…practised　in　nature；　a　spirit　bounded　and　poor。〃
  Rien　n'est　sacre　for　this　cynic；　who　thinks　himself　a　Stoic。　　Thus
  Maud　was　made　to　be　unpopular　with　the　author's　countrymen；　who
  conceived　a　prejudice　against　Maud's　lover；　described　by　Tennyson　as
  〃a　morbid　poetic　soul；　。　。　。　an　egotist　with　the　makings　of　a　cynic。〃
  That　he　is　〃raised　to　sanity〃　（still　in　Tennyson's　words）　〃by　a　pure
  and　holy　love　which　elevates　his　whole　nature；〃　the　world　failed　to
  perceive；　especially　as　the　sanity　was　only　a　brief　lucid　interval；
  tempered　by　hanging　about　the　garden　to　meet　a　girl　of　sixteen；
  unknown　to　her　relations。　　Tennyson　added　that　〃different　phases　of
  passion　in　one　person　take　the　place　of　different　characters；〃　to
  which　critics　replied　that　they　wanted　different　characters；　if　only
  by　way　of　relief；　and　did　not　care　for　any　of　the　phases　of　passion。
  The　learned　Monsieur　Janet　has　maintained　that　love　is　a　disease　like
  another；　and　that　nobody　falls　in　love　when　in　perfect　health　of　mind
  and　body。　　This　theory　seems　open　to　exception；　but　the　hero　of　Maud
  is　unhealthy　enough。　　At　best　and　last；　he　only　helps　to　give　a
  martial　force　a　〃send…off〃：…
  〃I　stood　on　a　giant　deck　and　mixed　my　breath
  With　a　loyal　people　shouting　a　battle…cry。〃
  He　did　not　go　out　as　a　volunteer；　and　probably　the　Crimean　winters
  brought　him　back　to　his　original　estate　of　cynical　gloomand　very
  naturally。
  The　reconciliation　with　Life　is　not　like　the　reconciliation　of　In
  Memoriam。　　The　poem　took　its　rise　in　old　lines；　and　most　beautiful
  lines；　which　Tennyson　had　contributed　in　1837　to　a　miscellany：…
  〃O　that　'twere　possible；
  After　long　grief　and　pain；
  To　find　the　arms　of　my　true　love
  Round　me　once　again。〃
  Thence　the　poet；　working　back　to　find　the　origin　of　the　situation；
  encountered　the　ideas　and　the　persons　of　Maud。
  I　have　tried　to　state　the　sources；　in　the　general　mind；　of　the
  general　dislike　of　Maud。　　The　public；　〃driving　at　practice；〃
  disapproved　of　the　〃criticism　of　life〃　in　the　poem；　confused　the
  suffering　narrator　with　the　author；　and　neglected　the　poetry。　　〃No
  modern　poem；〃　said　Jowett；　〃contains　more　lines　that　ring　in　the　ears
  of　men。　　I　do　not　know　any　verse　out　of　Shakespeare　in　which　the
  ecstacy　of　love　soars　to　such　a　height。〃　　With　these　comments　we　may
  agree；　yet　may　fail　to　follow　Jowett　when　he　says；　〃No　poem　since
  Shakespeare　seems　to　show　equal　power　of　the　same　kind；　or　equal
  knowledge　of　human　nature。〃　　Shakespeare　could　not　in　a　narrative
  poem　have　preferred　the　varying　passions　of　one　character　to　the
  characters　of　many　persons。
  Tennyson　was　〃nettled　at　first；〃　his　son　says；　〃by　these　captious
  remarks　of　the　'indolent　reviewers；'　but　afterwards　he　would　take　no
  notice　of　them　except　to　speak　of　them　in　a　half…pitiful；　half…
  humorous；　half…mournful　manner。〃　　The　besetting　sin　and　error　of　the
  critics　was；　of　course；　to　confound　Tennyson's　hero　with　himself；　as
  if　we　confused　Dickens　with　Pip。
  Like　Aurora　Leigh；　Lucile；　and　other　works；　Maud　is　under　the
  disadvantage　of　being；　practically；　a　novel　of　modern　life　in　verse。
  Criticised　as　a　tale　of　modern　life　（and　it　was　criticised　in　that
  character）；　it　could　not　be　very　highly　esteemed。　　But　the　essence　of
  Maud；　of　course；　lies　in　the　poetical　vehicle。　　Nobody　can　cavil　at
  the　impressiveness　of　the　opening　stanzas　…
  〃I　hate　the　dreadful　hollow　behind　the　little　wood〃；
  with　the　keynotes　of　colour　and　of　desolation　struck；　the　lips　of　the
  hollow　〃dabbled　with　blood…red　heath；〃　the　〃red…ribb'd　ledges；〃　and
  〃the　flying　gold　of　the　ruin'd　woodlands〃；　and　the　contrast　in　the
  picture　of　the　child　Maud　…
  〃Maud　the　delight　of　the　village；　the　ringing　joy　of