The Complete Works of Robert Browning: Poems, Plays, Letters & Biographies in One Edition. Robert Browning

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СКАЧАТЬ Browning and he had been great chums at school, and though they had lost sight of each other in after-life, he had never forgotten his old playmate, but even alluded to him in a little book which he had published a few years before.*

* The volume is entitled ‘Rhymed Plea for Tolerance’ (1833), and contains a reference to Mr. Kenyon’s schooldays, and to the classic fights which Mr. Browning had instituted.

      The next morning the poet asked his father if he remembered a schoolfellow named John Kenyon. He replied, ‘Certainly! This is his face,’ and sketched a boy’s head, in which his son at once recognized that of the grown man. The acquaintance was renewed, and Mr. Kenyon proved ever afterwards a warm friend. Mr. Browning wrote of him, in a letter to Professor Knight of St. Andrews, Jan. 10, 1884: ‘He was one of the best of human beings, with a general sympathy for excellence of every kind. He enjoyed the friendship of Wordsworth, of Southey, of Landor, and, in later days, was intimate with most of my contemporaries of eminence.’ It was at Mr. Kenyon’s house that the poet saw most of Wordsworth, who always stayed there when he came to town.

      In 1840 ‘Sordello’ appeared. It was, relatively to its length, by far the slowest in preparation of Mr. Browning’s poems. This seemed, indeed, a condition of its peculiar character. It had lain much deeper in the author’s mind than the various slighter works which were thrown off in the course of its inception. We know from the preface to ‘Strafford’ that it must have been begun soon after ‘Paracelsus’. Its plan may have belonged to a still earlier date; for it connects itself with ‘Pauline’ as the history of a poetic soul; with both the earlier poems, as the manifestation of the self-conscious spiritual ambitions which were involved in that history. This first imaginative mood was also outgrowing itself in the very act of self-expression; for the tragedies written before the conclusion of ‘Sordello’ impress us as the product of a different mental state — as the work of a more balanced imagination and a more mature mind.

      It would be interesting to learn how Mr. Browning’s typical poet became embodied in this mediaeval form: whether the half-mythical character of the real Sordello presented him as a fitting subject for imaginative psychological treatment, or whether the circumstances among which he moved seemed the best adapted to the development of the intended type. The inspiration may have come through the study of Dante, and his testimony to the creative influence of Sordello on their mother-tongue. That period of Italian history must also have assumed, if it did not already possess, a great charm for Mr. Browning’s fancy, since he studied no less than thirty works upon it, which were to contribute little more to his dramatic picture than what he calls ‘decoration’, or ‘background’. But the one guide which he has given us to the reading of the poem is his assertion that its historical circumstance is only to be regarded as background; and the extent to which he identified himself with the figure of Sordello has been proved by his continued belief that its prominence was throughout maintained. He could still declare, so late as 1863, in his preface to the reprint of the work, that his ‘stress’ in writing it had lain ‘on the incidents in the development of a soul, little else’ being to his mind ‘worth study’. I cannot therefore help thinking that recent investigations of the life and character of the actual poet, however in themselves praiseworthy and interesting, have been often in some degree a mistake; because, directly or indirectly, they referred Mr. Browning’s Sordello to an historical reality, which his author had grasped, as far as was then possible, but to which he was never intended to conform.

      Sordello’s story does exhibit the development of a soul; or rather, the sudden awakening of a self-regarding nature to the claims of other men — the sudden, though slowly prepared, expansion of the narrower into the larger self, the selfish into the sympathetic existence; and this takes place in accordance with Mr. Browning’s here expressed belief that poetry is the appointed vehicle for all lasting truths; that the true poet must be their exponent. The work is thus obviously, in point of moral utterance, an advance on ‘Pauline’. Its metaphysics are, also, more distinctly formulated than those of either ‘Pauline’ or ‘Paracelsus’; and the frequent use of the term Will in its metaphysical sense so strongly points to German associations that it is difficult to realize their absence, then and always, from Mr. Browning’s mind. But he was emphatic in his assurance that he knew neither the German philosophers nor their reflection in Coleridge, who would have seemed a likely medium between them and him. Miss Martineau once said to him that he had no need to study German thought, since his mind was German enough — by which she possibly meant too German — already.

The poem also impresses us by a Gothic richness of detail,* the picturesque counterpart of its intricacy of thought, and, perhaps for this very reason, never so fully displayed in any subsequent work. Mr. Browning’s genuinely modest attitude towards it could not preclude the consciousness of the many imaginative beauties which its unpopular character had served to conceal; and he was glad to find, some years ago, that ‘Sordello’ was represented in a collection of descriptive passages which a friend of his was proposing to make. ‘There is a great deal of that in it,’ he said, ‘and it has always been overlooked.’

* The term Gothic has been applied to Mr. Browning’s work, I believe, by Mr. James Thomson, in writing of ‘The Ring and the Book’, and I do not like to use it without saying so. But it is one of those which must have spontaneously suggested themselves to many other of Mr. Browning’s readers.

      It was unfortunate that new difficulties of style should have added themselves on this occasion to those of subject and treatment; and the reason of it is not generally known. Mr. John Sterling had made some comments on the wording of ‘Paracelsus’; and Miss Caroline Fox, then quite a young woman, repeated them, with additions, to Miss Haworth, who, in her turn, communicated them to Mr. Browning, but without making quite clear to him the source from which they sprang. He took the criticism much more seriously than it deserved, and condensed the language of this his next important publication into what was nearly its present form.

      In leaving ‘Sordello’ we emerge from the self-conscious stage of Mr. Browning’s imagination, and his work ceases to be autobiographic in the sense in which, perhaps erroneously, we have hitherto felt it to be. ‘Festus’ and ‘Salinguerra’ have already given promise of the world of ‘Men and Women’ into which he will now conduct us. They will be inspired by every variety of conscious motive, but never again by the old (real or imagined) self-centred, self-directing Will. We have, indeed, already lost the sense of disparity between the man and the poet; for the Browning of ‘Sordello’ was growing older, while the defects of the poem were in many respects those of youth. In ‘Pippa Passes’, published one year later, the poet and the man show themselves full-grown. Each has entered on the inheritance of the other.

Neither the imagination nor the passion of what Mr. Gosse so fitly calls this ‘lyrical masque’* gives much scope for tenderness; but the quality of humour is displayed in it for the first time; as also a strongly marked philosophy of life — or more properly, of association — from which its idea and development are derived. In spite, however, of these evidences of general maturity, Mr. Browning was still sometimes boyish in personal intercourse, if we may judge from a letter to Miss Flower written at about the same time.

* These words, and a subsequent paragraph, are quoted from Mr. Gosse’s ‘Personalia’.

      Monday night, March 9 (? 1841).

      My dear Miss Flower, — I have this moment received your very kind note — of course, I understand your objections. How else? But they are somewhat lightened already (confess — nay ‘confess’ is vile — you will be rejoiced to holla from the housetop) — will СКАЧАТЬ