Adventures in Criticism eBook

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    “He prayeth best who loveth best
     All things both great and small.”

No, I am afraid Coleridge is not the Typical Poet.

On the whole I suspect the Typical Poet to be a hasty generalization from Shelley.

POETS ON THEIR OWN ART

May 11, 1895.  A Prelude to Poetry.

“To those who love the poets most, who care most for their ideals, this little book ought to be the one indispensable book of devotion, the credo of the poetic faith.”  “This little book” is the volume with which Mr. Ernest Rhys prefaces the pretty series of Lyrical Poets which he is editing for Messrs. Dent & Co.  He calls it The Prelude to Poetry, and in it he has brought together the most famous arguments stated from time to time by the English poets in defence and praise of their own art.  Sidney’s magnificent “Apologie” is here, of course, and two passages from Ben Jonson’s “Discoveries,” Wordsworth’s preface to the second edition of “Lyrical Ballads,” the fourteenth chapter of the “Biographia Literaria,” and Shelley’s “Defence.”

Poets as Prose-writers.

What admirable prose these poets write!  Southey, to be sure, is not represented in this volume.  Had he written at length upon his art—­in spite of his confession that, when writing prose, “of what is now called style not a thought enters my head at any time”—­we may be sure the reflection would have been even more obvious than it is.  But without him this small collection makes out a splendid case against all that has been said in disparagement of the prose style of poets.  Let us pass what Hazlitt said of Coleridge’s prose; or rather let us quote it once again for its vivacity, and so pass on—­

“One of his (Coleridge’s) sentences winds its ’forlorn way obscure’ over the page like a patriarchal procession with camels laden, wreathed turbans, household wealth, the whole riches of the author’s mind poured out upon the barren waste of his subject.  The palm tree spreads its sterile branches overhead, and the land of promise is seen in the distance.”

All this is very neatly malicious, and particularly the last co-ordinate sentence.  But in the chapter chosen by Mr. Rhys from the “Biographia Literaria” Coleridge’s prose is seen at its best—­obedient, pertinent, at once imaginative and restrained—­as in the conclusion—­

“Finally, good sense is the body of poetic genius, fancy its drapery, motion its life, and imagination the soul that is everywhere, and in each; and forms all into one graceful and intelligent whole.”

The prose of Sidney’s Apologie is Sidney’s best; and when that has been said, nothing remains but to economize in quoting.  I will take three specimens only.  First then, for beauty:—­

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