A History of English Literature
A History of English Literature
A History of English Literature
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A rather long passage <strong>of</strong> appreciative criticism [Footnote: Pr<strong>of</strong>essor A.C.<br />
Bradley, 'Oxford Lectures on Poetry' (Macmillan), p.196.] is sufficiently<br />
suggestive for quotation:<br />
"From the world <strong>of</strong> [Shelley's] imagination the shapes <strong>of</strong> the old world had<br />
disappeared, and their place was taken by a stream <strong>of</strong> radiant vapors,<br />
incessantly forming, shifting, and dissolving in the 'clear golden dawn,'<br />
and hymning with the voices <strong>of</strong> seraphs, to the music <strong>of</strong> the stars and the<br />
'singing rain,' the sublime ridiculous theories <strong>of</strong> Godwin. In his heart<br />
were emotions that responded to the vision--an aspiration or ecstasy, a<br />
dejection or despair, like those <strong>of</strong> spirits rapt into Paradise or mourning<br />
over its ruin. And he wrote not like Shakspere or Pope, for Londoners<br />
sitting in a theatre or a c<strong>of</strong>fee-house, intelligence's vivid enough but<br />
definitely embodied in a definite society, able to fly, but also able to<br />
sit; he wrote, or rather he sang, to his own soul, to other spirit-sparks<br />
<strong>of</strong> the fire <strong>of</strong> Liberty scattered over the dark earth, to spirits in the<br />
air, to the boundless spirit <strong>of</strong> Nature or Freedom or Love, his one place <strong>of</strong><br />
rest and the one source <strong>of</strong> his vision, ecstasy, and sorrow. He sang<br />
_to_ this, and he sang _<strong>of</strong>_ it, and <strong>of</strong> the emotions it inspired,<br />
and <strong>of</strong> its world-wide contest with such shapes <strong>of</strong> darkness as Faith and<br />
Custom. And he made immortal music; now in melodies as exquisite and varied<br />
as the songs <strong>of</strong> Schubert, and now in symphonies where the crudest <strong>of</strong><br />
Philosophies <strong>of</strong> <strong>History</strong> melted into golden harmony. For although there was<br />
something always working in Shelley's mind and issuing in those radiant<br />
vapors, he was far deeper and truer than his philosophic creed; its<br />
expression and even its development were constantly checked or distorted by<br />
the hard and narrow framework <strong>of</strong> his creed. And it was one which in effect<br />
condemned nine-tenths <strong>of</strong> the human nature that has formed the material <strong>of</strong><br />
the world's great poems." [Footnote: Perhaps the finest piece <strong>of</strong><br />
rhapsodical appreciative criticism written in later years is the essay on<br />
Shelley (especially the last half) by Francis Thompson (Scribner).]<br />
The finest <strong>of</strong> Shelley's poems, are his lyrics. 'The Skylark' and 'The<br />
Cloud' are among the most dazzling and unique <strong>of</strong> all outbursts <strong>of</strong> poetic<br />
genius. Of the 'Ode to the West Wind,' a succession <strong>of</strong> surging emotions and<br />
visions <strong>of</strong> beauty swept, as if by the wind itself, through the vast spaces<br />
<strong>of</strong> the world, Swinburne exclaims: 'It is beyond and outside and above all<br />
criticism, all praise, and all thanksgiving.' The 'Lines Written among the<br />
Euganean Hills,' 'The Indian Serenade,' 'The Sensitive Plant' (a brief<br />
narrative), and not a few others are also <strong>of</strong> the highest quality. In<br />
'Adonais,' an elegy on Keats and an invective against the reviewer whose<br />
brutal criticism, as Shelley wrongly supposed, had helped to kill him,<br />
splendid poetic power, at least, must be admitted. Much less satisfactory<br />
but still fascinating are the longer poems, narrative or philosophical,<br />
such as the early 'Alastor,' a vague allegory <strong>of</strong> a poet's quest for the<br />
beautiful through a gorgeous and incoherent succession <strong>of</strong> romantic<br />
wildernesses; the 'Hymn to Intellectual Beauty'; 'Julian and Maddalo,' in<br />
which Shelley and Byron (Maddalo) are portrayed; and 'Epipsychidion,' an<br />
ecstatic poem on the love which is spiritual sympathy. Shelley's satires<br />
may be disregarded. To the dramatic form belong his two most important long<br />
poems. 'Prometheus Unbound' partly follows AEschylus in treating the<br />
torture <strong>of</strong> the Titan who is the champion or personification <strong>of</strong> Mankind, by<br />
Zeus, whom Shelley makes the incarnation <strong>of</strong> tyranny and on whose overthrow<br />
the Golden Age <strong>of</strong> Shelleyan anarchy succeeds. The poem is a lyrical drama,<br />
more on the Greek than on the <strong>English</strong> model. There is almost no action, and<br />
the significance lies first in the lyrical beauty <strong>of</strong> the pr<strong>of</strong>use choruses<br />
and second in the complete embodiment <strong>of</strong> Shelley's passionate hatred <strong>of</strong><br />
tyranny. 'The Cenci' is more dramatic in form, though the excess <strong>of</strong> speech