A History of English Literature
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poetry, was <strong>of</strong> the highest value to him, the more so that from this time on<br />
he was viewed by most respectable <strong>English</strong>man with the same abhorrence which<br />
they felt for Byron. In 1818 the Shelleys also abandoned England<br />
(permanently, as it proved) for Italy, where they moved from place to<br />
place, living sometimes, as we have said, with Byron, for whose genius, in<br />
spite <strong>of</strong> its coarseness, Shelley had a warm admiration. Shelley's death<br />
came when he was only thirty, in 1822, by a sudden accident--he was<br />
drowned by the upsetting <strong>of</strong> his sailboat in the Gulf <strong>of</strong> Spezia, between<br />
Genoa and Pisa. His body, cast on the shore, was burned in the presence <strong>of</strong><br />
Byron and another radical, Leigh Hunt, and the ashes were buried in the<br />
Protestant cemetery just outside the wall <strong>of</strong> Rome, where Keats had been<br />
interred only a year earlier.<br />
Some <strong>of</strong> Shelley's shorter poems are purely poetic expressions <strong>of</strong> poetic<br />
emotion, but by far the greater part are documents (generally beautiful<br />
also as poetry) in his attack on existing customs and cruelties. Matthew<br />
Arnold, paraphrasing Joubert's description <strong>of</strong> Plato, has characterized him<br />
as 'a beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous<br />
wings in vain.' This is largely true, but it overlooks the sound general<br />
basis and the definite actual results which belong to his work, as to that<br />
<strong>of</strong> every great idealist.<br />
On the artistic side the most conspicuous thing in his poetry is the<br />
ecstatic aspiration for Beauty and the magnificent embodiment <strong>of</strong> it.<br />
Shelley is the poetic disciple, but a thoroughly original disciple, <strong>of</strong><br />
Coleridge. His esthetic passion is partly sensuous, and he <strong>of</strong>ten abandons<br />
himself to it with romantic unrestraint. His 'lyrical cry,' <strong>of</strong> which<br />
Matthew Arnold has spoken, is the demand, which will not be denied, for<br />
beauty that will satisfy his whole being. Sensations, indeed, he must<br />
always have, agreeable ones if possible, or in default <strong>of</strong> them, painful<br />
ones; this explains his occasional touches <strong>of</strong> repulsive morbidness. But the<br />
repulsive strain is exceptional. No other poetry is crowded in the same way<br />
as his with pictures glorious and delicate in form, light, and color, or is<br />
more musically palpitating with the delight which they create. To Shelley<br />
as a follower <strong>of</strong> Plato, however, the beauty <strong>of</strong> the senses is only a<br />
manifestation <strong>of</strong> ideal Beauty, the spiritual force which appears in other<br />
forms as Intellect and Love; and Intellect and Love as well are equal<br />
objects <strong>of</strong> his unbounded devotion. Hence his sensuousness is touched with a<br />
real spiritual quality. In his poetic emotion, as in his social ambitions,<br />
Shelley is constantly yearning for the unattainable. One <strong>of</strong> our best<br />
critics [Footnote: Mr. R. H. Hutton.] has observed: 'He never shows his<br />
full power in dealing separately with intellectual or moral or physical<br />
beauty. His appropriate sphere is swift sensibility, the intersecting line<br />
between the sensuous and the intellectual or moral. Mere sensation is too<br />
literal for him, mere feeling too blind and dumb, mere thought too cold....<br />
Wordsworth is always exulting in the fulness <strong>of</strong> Nature, Shelley is always<br />
chasing its falling stars.'<br />
The contrast, here hinted at, between Shelley's view <strong>of</strong> Nature and that <strong>of</strong><br />
Wordsworth, is extreme and entirely characteristic; the same is true, also,<br />
when we compare Shelley and Byron. Shelley's excitable sensuousness<br />
produces in him in the presence <strong>of</strong> Nature a very different attitude from<br />
that <strong>of</strong> Wordsworth's philosophic Christian-mysticism. For the sensuousness<br />
<strong>of</strong> Shelley gets the upper hand <strong>of</strong> his somewhat shadowy Platonism, and he<br />
creates out <strong>of</strong> Nature mainly an ethereal world <strong>of</strong> delicate and rapidly<br />
shifting sights and sounds and sensations. And while he is not unresponsive<br />
to the majestic greatness <strong>of</strong> Nature in her vast forms and vistas, he is<br />
never impelled, like Byron, to claim with them the kinship <strong>of</strong> a haughty<br />
elemental spirit.