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heard　his　nameI　only　knew　it　as　that　of　the　author　of　a　strange

mediaeval　tale　in　prosewhen　he　published　〃Atalanta　in　Calydon〃　in

1865。　　I　remember　taking　up　the　quarto　in　white　cloth；　at　the　Oxford

Union；　and　being　instantly　led　captive　by　the　beauty　and　originality

of　the　verse。



There　was　this　novel　〃meteoric〃　character　in　the　poem：　　the　writer

seemed　to　rejoice　in　snow　and　fire；　and　stars；　and　storm；　〃the　blue

cold　fields　and　folds　of　air；〃　in　all　the　primitive　forces　which

were　alive　before　this　earth　was；　the　naked　vast　powers　that　circle

the　planets　and　farthest　constellations。　　This　quality；　and　his

varied　and　sonorous　verse；　and　his　pessimism；　put　into　the　mouth　of

a　Greek　chorus；　were　the　things　that　struck　one　most　in　Mr。

Swinburne。　　He　was；　above　all；　〃a　mighty…mouthed　inventer　of

harmonies；〃　and　one　looked　eagerly　for　his　next　poems。　　They　came

with　disappointment　and　trouble。



The　famous　〃Poems　and　Ballads〃　have　become　so　well　known　that　people

can　hardly　understand　the　noise　they　made。　　I　don't　wonder　at　the

scandal；　even　now。　　I　don't　see　the　fun　of　several　of　the　pieces；

except　the　mischievous　fun　of　shocking　your　audience。　　However；　〃The

Leper〃　and　his　company　are　chiefly　boyish；　in　the　least　favourable

sense　of　the　word。　　They　do　not　destroy　the　imperishable　merit　of

the　〃Hymn　to　Proserpine〃　and　the　〃Garden　of　Proserpine〃　and　the

〃Triumph　of　Time〃　and　〃Itylus。〃



Many　years　have　passed　since　1866；　and　yet　one's　old　opinion；　that

English　poetry　contains　no　verbal　music　more　original；　sonorous；　and

sweet　than　Mr。　Swinburne　wrote　in　these　pieces　when　still　very

young；　remains　an　opinion　unshaken。　　Twenty　years　ago；　then；　he　had

enabled　the　world　to　take　his　measure；　he　had　given　proofs　of　a　true

poet；　he　was　learned　too　in　literature　as　few　poets　have　been　since

Milton；　and；　like　Milton；　skilled　to　make　verse　in　the　languages　of

the　ancient　world　and　in　modern　tongues。　　His　French　songs　and　Greek

elegiacs　are　of　great　excellence；　probably　no　scholar　who　was　not

also　a　poet　could　match　his　Greek　lines　on　Landor。



What；　then；　is　lacking　to　make　Mr。　Swinburne　a　poet　of　a　rank　even

higher　than　that　which　he　occupies？　　Who　can　tell？　　There　is　no

science　that　can　master　this　chemistry　of　the　brain。　　He　is　too

copious。　　〃Bothwell〃　is　long　enough　for　six　plays；　and　〃Tristram　of

Lyonesse〃　is　prolix　beyond　even　mediaeval　narrative。　　He　is　too

pertinacious；　children　are　the　joy　of　the　world　and　Victor　Hugo　is　a

great　poet；　but　Mr。　Swinburne　almost　makes　us　excuse　Herod　and

Napoleon　III。　by　his　endless　odes　to　Hugo；　and　rondels　to　small　boys

and　girls。　　Ne　quid　nimis；　that　is　the　golden　rule　which　he

constantly　spurns；　being　too　luxuriant；　too　emphatic；　and　as　fond　of

repeating　himself　as　Professor　Freeman。　　Such　are　the　defects　of　so

noble　a　genius；　thus　perverse　Nature　has　decided　that　it　shall　be；

Nature　which　makes　no　ruby　without　a　flaw。



The　name　of　Mr。　Robert　Bridges　is　probably　strange　to　many　lovers　of

poetry　who　would　like　nothing　better　than　to　make　acquaintance　with

his　verse。　　But　his　verse　is　not　so　easily　found。　　This　poet　never

writes　in　magazines；　his　books　have　not　appealed　to　the　public　by

any　sort　of　advertisement；　only　two　or　three　of　them　have　come　forth

in　the　regular　way。　　The　first　was　〃Poems；　by　Robert　Bridges；

Batchelor　of　Arts　in　the　University　of　Oxford。　　Parva　seges　satis

est。　　London：　　Pickering；　1873。〃



This　volume　was　presently；　I　fancy；　withdrawn；　and　the　author　has

distributed　some　portions　of　it　in　succeeding　pamphlets；　or　in　books

printed　at　Mr。　Daniel's　private　press　in　Oxford。　　In　these；　as　in

all　Mr。　Bridges's　poems；　there　is　a　certain　austere　and　indifferent

beauty　of　diction　and　a　memory　of　the　old　English　poets；　Milton　and

the　earlier　lyrists。　　I　remember　being　greatly　pleased　with　the

〃Elegy　on　a　Lady　whom　Grief　for　the　Death　of　Her　Betrothed　Killed。〃





〃Let　the　priests　go　before；　arrayed　in　white；

And　let　the　dark…stoled　minstrels　follow　slow

Next　they　that　bear　her；　honoured　on　this　night；

And　then　the　maidens　in　a　double　row；

Each　singing　soft　and　low；

And　each　on　high　a　torch　upstaying：

Unto　her　lover　lead　her　forth　with　light；

With　music　and　with　singing；　and　with　praying。〃





This　is　a　stately　stanza。



In　his　first　volume　Mr。　Bridges　offered　a　few　rondeaux　and　triolets；

turning　his　back　on　all　these　things　as　soon　as　they　became　popular。

In　spite　of　their　popularity　I　have　the　audacity　to　like　them　still；

in　their　humble　twittering　way。　　Much　more　in　his　true　vein　were　the

lines；　〃Clear　and　Gentle　Stream；〃　and　all　the　other　verses　in　which；

like　a　true　Etonian；　he　celebrates　the　beautiful　Thames：





〃There　is　a　hill　beside　the　silver　Thames；

Shady　with　birch　and　beech　and　odorous　pine；

And　brilliant　under　foot　with　thousand　gems

Steeply　the　thickets　to　his　floods　decline。

Straight　trees　in　every　place

Their　thick　tops　interlace；

And　pendent　branches　trail　their　foliage　fine

Upon　his　watery　face。



*　*　*



A　reedy　island　guards　the　sacred　bower

And　hides　it　from　the　meadow；　where　in　peace

The　lazy　cows　wrench　many　a　scented　flower；

Robbing　the　golden　market　of　the　bees。

And　laden　branches　float

By　banks　of　myosote；

And　scented　flag　and　golden　fleur…de…lys

Delay　the　loitering　boat。〃





I　cannot　say　how　often　I　have　read　that　poem；　and　how　delightfully

it　carries　the　breath　of　our　River　through　the　London　smoke。　　Nor

less　welcome　are　the　two　poems　on　spring；　the　〃Invitation　to　the

Country；〃　and　the　〃Reply。〃　　In　these；　besides　their　verbal　beauty

and　their　charming　pictures；　is　a　manly　philosophy　of　Life；　which

animates　Mr。　Bridges's　more　important　pieceshis　〃Prometheus　the

Firebringer；〃　and　his　〃Nero；〃　a　tragedy　remarkable　for　the

representation　of　Nero　himself；　the　luxurious　human　tiger。　　From

〃Prometheus〃　I　make　a　short　extract；　to　show　the　quality　of　Mr。

Bridges's　blank　verse：





〃Nor　is　there　any　spirit　on　earth　astir；

Nor　'neath　the　airy　vault；　nor　yet　beyond

In　any　dweller　in　far…reaching　space

Nobler　or　dearer　than　the　spirit　of　man：

That　spirit　which　lives　in　each　and　will　not　die；

That　wooeth　beauty；　and　for　all　good　things

Urgeth　a　voice；　or　still　in　passion　sigheth；

And　where　he　loveth；　draweth　the　heart　with　him。〃





Mr。　Bridges's　latest　book　is　his　〃Eros　and　Psyche〃　（Bell　&　Sons；　who

publish　the　〃Prometheus〃）。　　It　is　the　old　story　very　closely

followed；　and　beautifully　retold；　with　a　hundred　memories　of　ancient

poets：　　Homer；　Dante；　Theocritus；　as　well　as　of　Apuleius。



I　have　named　Mr。　Bridges　here　because　his　poems　are　probably　all　but

unknown　to　readers　well　acquainted　with　many　other　English　writers

of　late　days。　　On　them；　especially　on　actual　contemporaries　or

juniors　in　age；　it　would　be　almost　impertinent　for　me　to　speak　to

you；　but；　even　at　that　risk；　I　take　the　chance　of　directing　you　to

the　poetry　of　Mr。　Bridges。　　I　owe　so　much　pleasure　to　its　delicate

air；　that；　if　speech　be　impertinence；　silence　were　ingratitude。　｛2｝







FIELDING







To　Mrs。　Goodhart；　in　the　Upper　Mississippi　Valley。



Dear　Madam；Many　thanks　for　the　New　York　newspaper　you　have　kindly

sent　me；　with　the　statistics　of　book…buying　in　the　Upper　Mississippi

Valley。　　Those　are　interesting　particulars　which　tell　one　so　much

about　the　taste　of　a　community。



So　the　Rev。　E。　P。　Roe　is　your　favourite　novelist　there；　a　thousand

of　his　books　are　sold　for　every　two　copies　of　the　works　of　Henry

Fielding？　　This　appears　to　me　to　speak　but　oddly　for　taste　in　the

Upper　Mississippi　Valley。　　On　Mr。　Roe's　works　I　have　no　criticism　to

pass；　for　I　have　not　read　them　carefully。



But　I　do　think　your　neighbours　lose　a　great　deal　by　neglecting　Henry

Fielding。　　You　will　tell　me　he　is　coarse　（which　I　cannot　deny）；　you

will　remind　me　of　what　Dr。　Johnson　said；　rebuking　Mrs。　Hannah　More。

〃I　never　saw　Johnson　really　angry　with　me　but　once；〃　writes　that

sainted　maiden　lady。　　〃I　alluded　to　some　witty　passage　in　'Tom

Jones。'〃　　He　replied：　　〃I　am　shocked　to　hear　you　quote　from　so

vicious　a　book。　　I　am　sorry　to　hear　you　have　read　it；　a　confession

which　no　modest　lady　should　ever　make。〃



You　remind　me　of　this；　and　that　Johnson　was　no　prude；　and　that　his

age　was　tolerant。　　You　add　that　the　literary　taste　of　the　Upper

Mississippi　Valley　is　much　more　pure　than　the　waters　of　her　majestic

river；　and　that　you　only　wish　you　knew　who　the　two　culprits　were

that　bought　books　of　Fielding's。



Ah；　madam；　how　shall　I　answer　you？　　Remember　that　if　you　have

Johnson　on　your　side；　on　mine　I　have　Mrs。　More　herself；　a　character

purer　than　〃the　consecrated　snow　that　lies　on　Dian's　lap。〃　　Again；

we　cannot　believe　Johnson　was　fair　to　Fielding；　who　had　made　his

friend；　the　author　of　〃Pamela；〃　very　uncomfortable　by　his　jests。

Johnson　owned　that　he　read　all　〃Amelia〃　at　one　sitting。　　Could　so

worthy　a　man　have　been　so　absorbed　by　an　unworthy　book？



Once　more；　I　am　not　recommending　Fielding　to　boys　and　girls。　　〃Tom

Jones〃　was　one　of　the　works　that　Lydia　Languish　hid　under　the　sofa；

even　Miss　Languish　did　not　care　to　be　caught　with　that　humorous

foundling。　　〃Fielding　was　the　last　of　our　writers　who　drew　a　man；〃

Mr。　Thackeray　said；　〃and　he　certainly　did　not　study　from　a　draped

model。〃



For　these　reasons；　and　because　his　language　is　often　unpolished；　and

because　his　morality　（that　he　is　always　preaching）　is　not　for　〃those

that　eddy　round　and　round；〃　I　do　not　desire　to　see　Fielding　popular

among　Miss　Alcott's　readers。　　But　no　man　who　cares　for　books　can

neglect　him；　and　many　women　are　quite　manly　enough；　have　good　sense

and　good　taste　enough；　to　benefit　by　〃Amelia；〃　by　much　of　〃Tom

Jones。〃　　I　don't　say　by　〃Joseph　Andrews。〃　　No　man　ever　respected

your　sex　more　than　Henry　Fielding。　　What　says　his　reformed　rake；　Mr。

Wilson；　in　〃Joseph　Andrews〃？



〃To　say　the　Truth；　I　do　not　perceive　that　In