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139- ) English Literature

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Leigh Hunt – Summary


 Leigh Hunt , (born October 19, 1784, Southgate, Middlesex, England—died August 28, 1859, Putney, London), English essayist, critic, journalist, and poet, who was an editor of influential journals in an age when the periodical was at the height of its power. He was also a friend and supporter of the poets Percy Bysshe Shelley and John Keats. Hunt’s poems, of which “Abou Ben Adhem” and his rondeau “Jenny Kissed Me” (both first published in 1838) are probably the best known, reflect his knowledge of French and Italian versification . His defense of Keats’s work in the Examiner (June 1817) as “poetry for its own sake” was an important anticipation of the views of the Aesthetic movement .

Hunt, at his best, in some essays and his Autobiography (1850; in part a rewriting of Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries, 1828), has a distinctive charm. He excels in perceptive judgments of his contemporaries, from Keats to Alfred, Lord Tennyson. As a Radical journalist, though not much interested in the details of politics, he attacked oppression with indignation.

The poems in Juvenilia (1801), his first volume, show his love for Italian literature. He looked to Italy for a “freer spirit of versification” and translated a great deal of Italian poetry, and in The Story of Rimini (1816), published in the year of his meeting with Keats, he reintroduced a freedom of movement in English couplet verse lost in the 18th century. From him Keats derived his delight in colour and imaginative sensual experience and a first acquaintance with Italian poetry. Much of Hunt’s best verse was published in Foliage (1818) and Hero and Leander, and Bacchus and Ariadne (1819).

In 1808 Leigh Hunt and his brother John had launched the weekly Examiner, which advocated abolition of the slave trade, Catholic emancipation, and reform of Parliament and the criminal law. For their attacks on the unpopular prince regent, the brothers were imprisoned in 1813. Leigh Hunt, who continued to write The Examiner in prison, was regarded as a martyr in the cause of liberty. After his release (1815) he moved to Hampstead, home of Keats, whom he introduced in 1817 to Shelley, a friend since 1811. The Examiner supported the new Romantic poets against attacks by Blackwood’s Magazine on what it called “the Cockney school of poetry,” supposedly led by Hunt.

In Hunt’s writings for the quarterly Reflector (1810–11), politics was combined with criticism of the theatre and of the fine arts, of which he had considerable knowledge. Imagination and Fancy (1844), his most sustained critical work, draws interesting parallels between painting and poetry. It was in the weekly Indicator (1819–21) and The Companion (1828), however, that Hunt published some of his best essays. He continued to write for periodicals until his death. 

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138-) English Literature 

 Joseph Warton 

  

Works 
 Ode X: Ode to a Lady on the Spring

Lo! Spring, array'd in primrose-colour'd robe,

Fresh beauties sheds on each enliven'd scene,

With show'rs and sunshine cheers the smiling globe,

And mantles hill and vale in glowing green.

All nature feels her vital heat around,

The pregnant glebe now bursts with foodful grain,

With kindly warmth she opes the frozen ground,

And with new life informs the teeming plain.

She calls the fish from out their ouzy beds,

And animates the deep with genial love,

She bids the herds bound sportive o'er the meads,

And with glad songs awakes the joyous grove,

No more the glaring tiger roams for prey,

All-powerful love subdues his savage soul,

To find his spotted mate he darts away,

While gentler thoughts the thirst of blood controul.

But ah! while all is warmth and soft desire,

While all around Spring's cheerful spirit own,

You feel not, Amoret, her quickening fire,

To Spring's kind influence you a foe alone!

Analysis (ai): Spring brings life and renewal to nature, from the blooming earth to the lively animals. However, Amoret alone remains unaffected, untouched by the season's invigorating effects. The poem contrasts the vibrancy of nature with Amoret's indifference, highlighting the disconnect between the natural world and the speaker's emotional state. The poem reflects the Romantic era's fascination with nature and its transformative power, a theme commonly explored in literary works of the time.

Ode to Music

Queen of every moving measure,

Sweetest source of purest pleasure,

Music; why thy powers employ

Only for the sons of joy?

Only for the smiling guests

At natal or at nuptial feasts?

Rather thy lenient numbers pour

On those whom secret griefs devour;

Bid be still the throbbing hearts

Of those, whom death, or absence parts,

And, with some softly whisper'd air,

Smooth the brow of dumb despair.

Analysis (ai): This poem explores the power of music to transcend joy and provide solace in times of grief and loss. It urges musicians to use their art not only to entertain the fortunate, but also to bring comfort to the afflicted.

The poem's language is simple and direct, conveying its message clearly and effectively. The structure is simple and repetitive, consisting of four stanzas of six lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABCBDB, contributing to the poem's smooth, flowing rhythm.

Compared to the author's other works, this poem is characterized by its focus on music's emotional and therapeutic qualities rather than its technical aspects. It also differs from the author's other works in its lack of mythological references and classical allusions.

While this poem is a product of its time, its themes and message remain relevant today. It highlights the universal power of music to heal, comfort, and provide solace in difficult times.

Verses on a Butterfly

Fair Child of Sun and Summer! we behold

With eager eyes thy wings bedropp'd with gold;

The purple spots that o'er thy mantle spread,

The sapphire's lively blue, the ruby's red,

Ten thousand various blended tints surprise,

Beyond the rainbow's hues or peacock's eyes:

Not Judah's king in eastern pomp array'd,

Whose charms allur'd from far the Sheban maid,

High on his glitt'ring throne, like you could shine

(Nature's completest miniature divine):

For thee the rose her balmy buds renews,

And silver lillies fill their cups with dews;

Flora for thee the laughing fields perfumes,

For thee Pomona sheds her choicest blooms,

Soft Zephyr wafts thee on his gentlest gales

O'er Hackwood's sunny hill and verdant vales;

For thee, gay queen of insects! do we rove

From walk to walk, from beauteous grove to grove;

And let the critics know, whose pedant pride

And awkward jests our sprightly sport deride:

That all who honours, fame, or wealth pursue,

Change but the name of things—they hunt for you.

Analysis (ai): This ode to a butterfly emphasizes nature's artistry through vivid descriptions of its beauty. Warton's tone is celebratory throughout, as he marvels at the butterfly's radiant wings, comparing them to precious jewels and royal attire. He uses nature's bounty to illustrate the butterfly's importance, as flowers bloom for it and the wind carries it over lush landscapes. The poem's conclusion addresses those who mock the poet's admiration for nature, declaring that the pursuit of fame and wealth is merely a desire for the beauty that only nature possesses.

Compared to Warton's other works, this poem lacks the melancholy and philosophical themes common in his elegies. It also differs from the politically charged verse popular during the mid-18th century, instead focusing on the natural world. The poem's joyful tone and celebration of beauty reflect the emergence of sensibility in literature, a literary movement that emphasized emotion and sensory experience.

The Enthusiast, or the Lover of Nature

Ye green-rob'd Dryads, oft' at dusky Eve

By wondering Shepherds seen, to Forests brown,

To unfrequented Meads, and pathless Wilds,

Lead me from Gardens deckt with Art's vain Pomps.

Can gilt Alcoves, can Marble-mimic Gods, 

Parterres embroider'd, Obelisks, and Urns

Of high Relief; can the long, spreading Lake,

Or Vista lessening to the Sight; can Stow

With all her Attic Fanes, such Raptures raise,

As the Thrush-haunted Copse, where lightly leaps 

The fearful Fawn the rustling Leaves along,

And the brisk Squirrel sports from Bough to Bough,

While from an hollow Oak the busy Bees

Hum drowsy Lullabies? The Bards of old,

Fair Nature's Friends, sought such Retreats, to charm 

Sweet Echo with their Songs; oft' too they met,

In Summer Evenings, near sequester'd Bow'rs,

Or Mountain-Nymph, or Muse, and eager learnt

The moral Strains she taught to mend Mankind.

As to a secret Grot Ægeria stole 

With Patriot Numa, and in silent Night

Whisper'd him sacred Laws, he list'ning sat

Rapt with her virtuous Voice, old Tyber leant

Attentive on his Urn, and husht his Waves.

Rich in her weeping Country's Spoils Versailles 

May boast a thousand Fountains, that can cast

The tortur'd Waters to the distant Heav'ns;

Yet let me choose some Pine-topt Precipice

Abrupt and shaggy, whence a foamy Stream,

Like Anio, tumbling roars; or some bleak Heath,   

Where straggling stand the mournful Juniper,

Or Yew-tree scath'd; while in clear Prospect round,

From the Grove's Bosom Spires emerge, and Smoak

In bluish Wreaths ascends, ripe Harvests wave,

Herds low, and Straw-rooft Cotts appear, and Streams 

Beneath the Sun-beams twinkle — The shrill Lark,

That wakes the Wood-man to his early Task,

Or love-sick Philomel, whose luscious Lays

Sooth lone Night-wanderers, the moaning Dove

Pitied by listening Milkmaid, far excell   

The deep-mouth'd Viol, the Soul-lulling Lute,

And Battle-breathing Trumpet. Artful Sounds!

That please not like the Choristers of Air,

When first they hail th'Approach of laughing May.

Creative Titian, can thy vivid Strokes, 

Or thine, O graceful Raphael, dare to vie

With the rich Tints that paint the breathing Mead?

The thousand-colour'd Tulip, Violet's Bell

Snow-clad and meek, the Vermil-tinctur'd Rose,

And golden Crocus? — Yet with these the Maid, 

Phillis or Phoebe, at a Feast or Wake,

Her jetty Locks enamels; fairer she,

In Innocence and home-spun Vestments drest,

Than if coerulean Sapphires at her Ears

Shone pendant, or a precious Diamond-Cross

Heav'd gently on her panting Bosom white.

Yon' Shepherd idly stretcht on the rude Rock,

Listening to dashing Waves, and Sea-Mews Clang

High-hovering o'er his Head, who views beneath

The Dolphin dancing o'er the level Brine,

Feels more true Bliss than the proud Ammiral,

Amid his Vessels bright with burnish'd Gold

And silken Streamers, tho' his lordly Nod

Ten thousand War-worn Mariners revere.

And great Æneas gaz'd with more Delight

On the rough Mountain shagg'd with horrid Shades,

(Where Cloud-compelling Jove, as Fancy dream'd,

Descending shook his direful Ægis black)

Than if he enter'd the high Capitol

On golden Columns rear'd, a conquer'd World

Contributing to deck its stately Head:

More pleas'd he slept in poor Evander's Cott

On shaggy Skins, lull'd by sweet Nightingales,

Than if a Nero, in an Age refin'd,

Beneath a gorgeous Canopy had plac'd

His royal Guest, and bade his Minstrels sound

Soft slumb'rous Lydian Airs to sooth his Rest.

Happy the first of Men, ere yet confin'd

To smoaky Cities; who in sheltering Groves,

Warm Caves, and deep-sunk Vallies liv'd and lov'd,

By Cares unwounded; what the Sun and Showers,

And genial Earth untillag'd could produce,

They gather'd grateful, or the Acorn brown,

Or blushing Berry; by the liquid Lapse

Of murm'ring Waters call'd to slake their Thirst, 

Or with fair Nymphs their Sun-brown Limbs to bathe;

With Nymphs who fondly clasp'd their fav'rite Youths,

Unaw'd by Shame, beneath the Beechen Shade,

Nor Wiles, nor artificial Coyness knew.

Then Doors and Walls were not; the melting Maid 

Nor Frowns of Parents fear'd, nor Husband's Threats;

Nor had curs'd Gold their tender Hearts allur'd;

Then Beauty was not venal. Injur'd Love,

O whither, God of Raptures, art thou fled?

While Avarice waves his golden Wand around,

Abhorr'd Magician, and his costly Cup

Prepares with baneful Drugs, t'enchant the Souls

Of each low-thoughted Fair to wed for Gain.

What tho' unknown to those primæval Sires,

The well-arch'd Dome, peopled with breathing Forms

By fair Italia's skilful Hand, unknown

The shapely Column, and the crumbling Busts

Of awful Ancestors in long Descent?

Yet why should Man mistaken deem it nobler

To dwell in Palaces, and high-rooft Halls, 

Than in God's Forests, Architect supreme!

Say, is the Persian Carpet, than the Field's

Or Meadow's Mantle gay, more richly wov'n';

Or softer to the Votaries of Ease,

Than bladed Grass, perfum'd with dew-dropt Flow'rs?

O Taste corrupt! that Luxury and Pomp

In specious Names of polish'd Manners veil'd,

Should proudly banish Nature's simple Charms.

Tho' the fierce North oft smote with Iron Whip

Their shiv'ring Limbs, tho' oft the bristly Boar 

Or hungry Lion 'woke them with their Howls,

And scar'd them from their Moss-grown Caves to rove,

Houseless and cold in dark, tempestuous Nights;

Yet were not Myriads in embattled Fields

Swept off at once, nor had the raving Seas 

O'erwhelm'd the foundering Bark, and helpless Crew;

In vain the glassy Ocean smil'd to tempt

The jolly Sailor, unsuspecting Harm,

For Commerce was unknown. Then Want and Pine

Sunk to the Grave their fainting Limbs; but Us

Excess and endless Riot doom to die.

They cropt unweetingly, the poisonous Herb

But wiser we spontaneously provide

Rare powerful Roots, to quench Life's chearful Lamp.

What are the Lays of artful Addison, 

Coldly correct, to Shakespear's Warblings wild?

Whom on the winding Avon's willow'd Banks

Fair Fancy found, and bore the smiling Babe

To a close Cavern: (still the Shepherds shew

The sacred Place, whence with religious Awe

They hear, returning from the Field at Eve,

Strange Whisperings of sweet Music thro' the Air)

Here, as with Honey gather'd from the Rock,

She fed the little Prattler, and with Songs

Oft' sooth'd his wondering Ears, with deep Delight 

On her soft Lap he sat, and caught the Sounds.

Oft' near some crowded City would I walk,

Listening the far-off Noises, rattling Carrs,

Loud Shouts of Joy, sad Shrieks of Sorrow, Knells

Full slowly tolling, Instruments of Trade,

Striking mine Ears with one deep-swelling Hum.

Or wandering near the Sea, attend the Sounds

Of hollow Winds, and ever-beating Waves.

Ev'n when wild Tempests swallow up the Plains,

And Boreas' Blasts, big Hail, and Rains combine

To shake the Groves and Mountains, would I sit,

Pensively musing on th'outragious Crimes

That wake Heav'n's Vengeance: at such solemn Hours,

Dæmons and Goblins thro' the dark Air shriek,

While Hecat with her black-brow'd Sisters nine,

Rides o'er the Earth, and scatters Woes and Deaths.

Then too, they say, in drear Ægyptian Wilds

The Lion and the Tiger prowl for Prey

With Roarings loud! the list'ning Traveller

Starts Fear-struck, while the hollow-echoing Vaults

Of Pyramids encrease the deathful Sounds.

But let me never fail in cloudless Nights,

When silent Cynthia in her silver Car

Thro' the blue Concave slides, when shine the Hills,

Twinkle the Streams, and Woods look tipt with Gold,

To seek some level Mead, and there invoke

Old Midnight's Sister Contemplation sage,

(Queen of the rugged Brow, and stern-fixt Eye)

To lift my Soul above this little Earth,

This Folly-fetter'd World; to purge my Ears,

That I may hear the rolling Planets Song,

And tuneful-turning Spheres: If this debarr'd,

The little Fayes that dance in neighbouring Dales,

Sipping the Night-dew, while they laugh and love,

Shall charm me with a‰rial Notes. — As thus 

I wander musing, lo, what awful Forms

Yonder appear! sharp-ey'd Philosophy

Clad in dun Robes, an Eagle on his Wrist,

First meets my Eye; next, Virgin Solitude

Serene, who blushes at each Gazer's Sight;

Then Wisdom's hoary Head, with Crutch in Hand,

Trembling, and bent with Age; last Virtue's self

Smiling, in White array'd, who with her leads

Fair Innocence, that prattles by her Side,

A naked Boy! — Harrass'd with Fear I stop,

I gaze, when Virtue thus — "Whoe'er thou art,

"Mortal, by whom I deign to be beheld,

"In these my Midnight-Walks; depart, and say

"That henceforth I and my immortal Train

"Forsake Britannia's Isle; who fondly stoops 

"To Vice, her favourite Paramour." — She spoke,

And as she turn'd, her round and rosy Neck,

Her flowing Train, and long, ambrosial Hair,

Breathing rich Odours, I enamour'd view.

O who will bear me then to Western Climes, 

(Since Virtue leaves our wretched Land) to Shades

Yet unpolluted with Iberian Swords;

With simple Indian Swains, that I may hunt

The Boar and Tiger thro' Savannah's wild?

There fed on Dates and Herbs, would I despise

The far-fetch'd Cates of Luxury, and Hoards

Of narrow-hearted Avarice; nor heed

The distant Din of the tumultuous World.

So when rude Whirlwinds rouze the roaring Main,

Beneath fair Thetis sits, in coral Caves,

Serenely gay, nor sinking Sailors Cries

Disturb her sportive Nymphs, who round her form

The light fantastic Dance, or for her Hair

Weave rosy Crowns, or with according Lutes

Grace the soft Warbles of her honied Voice.

Analysis (ai): The Enthusiast, or the Lover of Nature by Joseph Warton is a celebration of nature's beauty and tranquility, contrasting it with the artificiality of man-made creations. The poem opens with the speaker expressing his preference for nature's "unfrequented Meads" over "Gardens deckt with Art's vain Pomps." He goes on to describe the idyllic scenes that he finds in nature, such as the "Thrush-haunted Copse" and the "Pine-topt Precipice."

The poem also includes several references to classical mythology, such as the story of Numa and Ægeria and the story of Æneas and Evander. These references help to reinforce the poem's message that nature is superior to man-made creations.

The poem is written in blank verse, which gives it a more natural and conversational tone than it would have if it were written in a more formal style. The language is simple and straightforward, with few embellishments. This adds to the poem's sense of authenticity and sincerity.

 The Enthusiast, or the Lover of Nature is a poem that is simple yet powerful. It is a celebration of nature's beauty and a reminder that true happiness can be found in the simple things in life.

 


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137- ) English Literature 

Joseph Warton

Joseph Warton (baptized April 22, 1722, Dunsfold, Surrey, Eng.—died Feb. 23, 1800, Wickham, Hampshire) was an English clergyman, academic and literary critic and classical scholar who anticipated some of the critical tenets of Romanticism. His brother Thomas was poet laureate from 1785 to 1790..

He was born in Dunsfold, Surrey, England, but his family soon moved to Hampshire, where his father, the Reverend Thomas Warton, became vicar of Basingstoke. There, a few years later, Joseph's sister Jane, also a writer, and his younger brother, the more famous Thomas Warton, were born. Their father later became an Oxford professor. Educated at Winchester and Oxford, he took holy orders in 1744 and served several cures. He spent an unsuccessful tenure as headmaster at Winchester, resigning in 1793. In London he met Samuel Johnson and became part of Johnson's literary group. His poems show a preference for the primitive over the civilized life. The Enthusiast (1744) and his subsequent volume of odes (1746) are early examples of romantic nature poetry. His chief work was his Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope (2 vol., 1756 and 1782). Though an admirer of Pope, he criticized the classical tendencies of 18th-century poetry and longed for a revival of imagination and passion. He edited a nine-volume edition of Pope in 1797.

Joseph was educated at Winchester College and at Oriel College, Oxford, and followed his father into the church, becoming curate of Winslade in 1748. In 1754, he was instituted as rector at The Church of All Saints, Tunworth.[1] In his early days Joseph wrote poetry, of which the most notable piece is The Enthusiast (1744), an early precursor of Romanticism. In 1755, he returned to his old school to teach, and from 1766 to 1793 was its headmaster, presiding over a period of bad discipline and idleness, provoking three mutinies by the boys. His career as a critic was always more illustrious, and he produced editions of classical poets such as Virgil as well as English poets including John Dryden. Like his brother, he was a friend of Samuel Johnson, and formed part of the literary coterie centered on the publisher Robert Dodsley.

Warton was impatient with some aspects of Neoclassical poetry, as is shown by his poem The Enthusiast; or the Lover of Nature (1744) . His Odes on Various Subjects (1746) was an attempt to emphasize the role of imagination in verse. This was followed in 1756 by the first part of the Essay on the Writings and Genius of Pope. Its most striking feature is its insistence on the sublime and pathetic as the highest kinds of poetry and on the importance of originality and freedom from rules. Ethical, didactic, or satiric poetry, such as that of Pope, was considered to be of a second and inferior order.

Works

The Enthusiast, or The Lover of Nature . A Poem . (1744)

Odes on Various Subjects (1746)

Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope (volume 1: 1756; volume 2: 1782)

The Dying Indian.

Fashion: A Satire.

Ode Against Despair.

Ode occasion'd by Reading Mr. West'S Translation of Pindar.

OdeTo a Gentlman Upon His Trqavels Through Italy.

Ode To a Lady Who Hates The Country.

Ode to Fancy.

Ode To Health. Written on  a recovery  from the smallpox.

Ode To Liberty.

Ode To Solitude

Ode To Superstition

Ode To The Nightingale  .

The Revenge of America .

Stanzas written on taking the Air after a long Illness .

Verses Written at Mountauban in France, 1750.



Friday, May 31, 2024

136- ) English Literature

136- ] English Literature

Robert Southey

Robert Southey (/ˈsaʊði/ or /ˈsʌði/; born Aug. 12, 1774, Bristol, Gloucestershire, Eng.—died March 21, 1843, Keswick, Cumberland) was an English poet of the Romantic school, and Poet Laureate from 1813 until his death  , and writer of miscellaneous prose who is chiefly remembered for his association with Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Wordsworth, both of whom were leaders of the early Romantic movement.. Like the other Lake Poets, William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Southey began as a radical but became steadily more conservative as he gained respect for Britain and its institutions. Other romantics such as Byron accused him of siding with the establishment for money and status. He is remembered especially for the poem "After Blenheim" and the original version of "Goldilocks and the Three Bears".

Life

Robert Southey was born in Wine Street, Bristol, to Robert Southey and Margaret Hill. He was educated at Westminster School, London (where he was expelled for writing an article in The Flagellant, a magazine he originated, attributing the invention of flogging to the Devil), and at Balliol College, Oxford.

Southey went to Oxford with "a heart full of poetry and feeling, a head full of Rousseau and Werther, and my religious principles shaken by Gibbon". He later said of Oxford, "All I learnt was a little swimming... and a little boating". He did, however, write a play, Wat Tyler (which, in 1817, after he became Poet Laureate, was published, to embarrass him, by his enemies). Experimenting with a writing partnership with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, most notably in their joint composition of The Fall of Robespierre, Southey published his first collection of poems in 1794. The same year, Southey, Coleridge, Robert Lovell and several others discussed creating an idealistic community ("pantisocracy") on the banks of the Susquehanna River in America.

In 1795 he married Edith Fricker, whose sister Sara married Coleridge. The same year, he travelled to Portugal, and wrote Joan of Arc, published in 1796. He then wrote many ballads, went to Spain in 1800, and on his return settled in the Lake District.

In 1799, Southey and Coleridge were involved with early experiments with nitrous oxide (laughing gas), conducted by the Cornish scientist Humphry Davy.

While writing prodigiously, he received a government pension in 1807, and in 1809 started a long association with the Quarterly Review, which provided almost his only income for most of his life. He was appointed laureate in 1813, a post he came greatly to dislike. In 1821, Southey wrote A Vision of Judgment, to commemorate George III, in the preface to which he attacked Byron who, as well as responding with a parody, The Vision of Judgment (see below), mocked him frequently in Don Juan.

In 1837, Edith died, and Southey remarried, to Caroline Anne Bowles, also a poet, on 4 June 1839. The marriage broke down, not least because of his increasing dementia. His mind was giving way when he wrote a last letter to his friend Walter Savage Landor in 1839, but he continued to mention Landor's name when generally incapable of mentioning anyone. He died on 21 March 1843 and was buried in the churchyard of Crosthwaite Church, Keswick, where he had worshipped for forty years. There is a memorial to him inside the church, with an epitaph written by his friend, William Wordsworth.

Southey was also a prolific letter writer, literary scholar, essay writer, historian and biographer. His biographies include the life and works of John Bunyan, John Wesley, William Cowper, Oliver Cromwell and Horatio Nelson. The last has rarely been out of print since its publication in 1813 and was adapted as the 1926 British film Nelson.

He was a generous man, particularly kind to Coleridge's abandoned family, but he incurred the enmity of many, including Hazlitt as well as Byron, who felt he had betrayed his principles in accepting pensions and the laureateship, and in retracting his youthful ideals.

Politics

Although originally a radical supporter of the French Revolution, Southey followed the trajectory of his fellow Romantic poets Wordsworth and Coleridge towards conservatism. Embraced by the Tory establishment as Poet Laureate, and from 1807 in receipt of a yearly stipend from them, he vigorously supported the Liverpool government. He argued against parliamentary reform ("the railroad to ruin with the Devil for driver"), blamed the Peterloo Massacre on an allegedly revolutionary "rabble" killed and injured by government troops, and spurned Catholic emancipation.[9] In 1817 he privately proposed penal transportation for those guilty of "libel" or "sedition". He had in mind figures like Thomas Jonathan Wooler and William Hone, whose prosecution he urged. Such writers were guilty, he wrote in the Quarterly Review, of "inflaming the turbulent temper of the manufacturer and disturbing the quiet attachment of the peasant to those institutions under which he and his fathers have dwelt in peace." Wooler and Hone were acquitted, but the threats caused another target, William Cobbett, to emigrate temporarily to the United States.

In some respects, Southey was ahead of his time in his views on social reform. For example, he was an early critic of the evils the new factory system brought to early 19th-century Britain. He was appalled by the living conditions in towns like Birmingham and Manchester and especially by employment of children in factories and outspoken about them. He sympathised with the pioneering socialist plans of Robert Owen, advocated that the state promotes public works to maintain high employment, and called for universal education.

Given his departure from radicalism, and his attempts to have former fellow travellers prosecuted, it is unsurprising that less successful contemporaries who kept the faith attacked Southey. They saw him as selling out for money and respectability.

In 1817, Southey was confronted with the surreptitious publication of a radical play, Wat Tyler, which he had written in 1794 at the height of his radical period. This was instigated by his enemies in an attempt to embarrass the Poet Laureate and highlight his apostasy from radical poet to supporter of the Tory establishment. One of his most savage critics was William Hazlitt. In his portrait of Southey, in The Spirit of the Age, he wrote: "He wooed Liberty as a youthful lover, but it was perhaps more as a mistress than a bride; and he has since wedded with an elderly and not very reputable lady, called Legitimacy." Southey largely ignored his critics but was forced to defend himself when William Smith, a member of Parliament, rose in the House of Commons on 14 March to attack him.[11] In a spirited response Southey wrote an open letter to the MP, in which he explained that he had always aimed at lessening human misery and bettering the condition of all the lower classes and that he had only changed in respect of "the means by which that amelioration was to be effected." As he put it, "that as he learnt to understand the institutions of his country, he learnt to appreciate them rightly, to love, and to revere, and to defend them."

Another critic of Southey in his later period was Thomas Love Peacock, who scorned him in the character of Mr. Feathernest in his 1817 satirical novel Melincourt.

He was often mocked for what were seen as sycophantic odes to the king, notably in Byron's long ironic dedication of Don Juan to Southey. In the poem Southey is dismissed as insolent, narrow and shabby. This was based both on Byron's lack of respect for Southey's literary talent, and his disdain for what he perceived as Southey's hypocritical turn to conservatism later in life. Much of the animosity between the two men can be traced back to Byron's belief that Southey had spread rumours about him and Percy Bysshe Shelley being in a "League of Incest" during their time on Lake Geneva in 1816, an accusation that Southey strenuously denied.

In response, Southey attacked what he called the Satanic School among modern poets in the preface to his poem, A Vision of Judgement, written after the death of George III. While not naming Byron, it was clearly directed at him. Byron retaliated with The Vision of Judgment, a parody of Southey's poem.

Without his prior knowledge, the Earl of Radnor, an admirer of his work, had Southey returned as MP for the latter's pocket borough seat of Downton in Wiltshire at the 1826 general election, as an opponent of Catholic emancipation, but Southey refused to sit, causing a by-election in December that year, pleading that he did not have a large enough estate to support him through political life, or want to take on the hours full attendance required. He wished to continue living in the Lake District and preferred to defend the Church of England in writing rather than speech. He declared that "for me to change my scheme of life and go into Parliament, would be to commit a moral and intellectual suicide." His friend John Rickman, a Commons clerk, noted that "prudential reasons would forbid his appearing in London" as a Member.

In 1835, Southey declined the offer of a baronetcy, but accepted a life pension of £300 a year from Prime Minister Sir Robert Peel.

Poetical Career

Unlike most of the English Romantics, who wrote predominantly either in verse or in prose, Robert Southey—like his friend and brother-in-law Samuel Taylor Coleridge and, to some extent, Sir Walter Scott—was both poet and prose writer and one as fully as the other. Of his fellow Romantics he was perhaps the most versatile, as well as one of the most prolific. As poet—and eventually poet laureate—he produced epics, romances, and metrical tales, ballads, plays, monodramas, odes, eclogues, sonnets, and miscellaneous lyrics. His prose works include histories, biographies, essays, reviews, translations, travelogues, semi-fictional journalism, polemical dialogues, and a farraginous work of fiction, autobiography, anecdote, and omnium-gatherum that defies classification. His bent was inherently encyclopedic; and, while his writings lack both moral profundity (as distinct from moral fervor) and “natural magic,” they compensate by their vigor and abundance for their dearth of genius. Coleridge rightly called him the complete man of letters.

By common consent, however, Southey’s prose is superior to his verse and has proved more durable. His ambitious epic projects were largely dead ends of a moribund tradition. His prose works, on the contrary, did for English prose what William Wordsworth and Coleridge’s Lyrical Ballads (1798) did for verse: they opposed to the orotund solemnity of the Johnsonian style a new model of republican plainness, perspicuity, and respect for empirical facts. At its worst such a style can be pedestrian and nondescript; at its best it is precise, vigorous, down-to-earth, seemingly effortless, and disarmingly unpretentious. The Sermo Pedestris, often the bane of Southey’s poetry, is the chief virtue of his prose and one that can still engage the reader in what might otherwise appear a mere mass of exploded ideas and superseded learning.

Although Southey began to write journalism early and continued to compose verse in later years, his literary career, like those of Coleridge and Scott, is roughly divisible into two phases: an early poetic vein, followed by a midlife shift to prose discourse. His early life is thus bound up mainly with his development as a poet.

Robert Southey was born in Bristol on August 12, 1774 as the oldest surviving son of a feckless and finally bankrupt tradesman of the same name and his wife, Margaret Hill Southey. During much of his childhood he was forced to live away from home, under the stifling and unaffectionate tutelage of an eccentric and domineering aunt, Elizabeth Tyler, at fashionable Bath and at boarding schools with their dreary curricula, lack of nurture, and petty tyranny. From these early experiences Southey developed his lifelong habit of suppressing his intense emotions under a reserved exterior of steely cheerfulness and somewhat frosty amiability and of taking refuge from a bleak and loveless existence in the world of literature. He read William Shakespeare and Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher as soon as he could read and the Renaissance epics of Torquato Tasso, Ludovico Ariosto, John Milton, Luiz de Camões, and especially Edmund Spenser soon thereafter. In his adolescence he read Voltaire, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Edward Gibbon, Thomas Paine, William Godwin, and other spokesmen for Enlightenment and human emancipation. Moreover, he early tried his hand at writing plays, epics, and incidental verse. While at Westminster public school in London (1788–1792), he offended the school authorities by publishing a “contumacious” satire against corporal punishment—his first prose effort—in the school newspaper and was summarily expelled. The expulsion, along with the bankruptcy and death (possibly by suicide) of his father, produced an emotional crisis, which he sought to overcome by reading Epictetus: the Stoic philosopher remained his vade mecum ever after.

Early in 1793 Southey entered Balliol College at Oxford University to study for holy orders in compliance with the wishes of his maternal uncle, the Reverend Herbert Hill. But he was by now, like many young intellectuals of his time, a fervent republican, deist, and sympathizer with the French Revolution. At odds with Church dogma and the Establishment, incensed by the soulless pedantry and regimentation of the masters and by the snobbery and licentiousness of the scholars, he left the university after only two terms. During this period of ferment and uncertainty, he made two momentous acquaintances. One was a young seamstress, Edith Fricker, whom he met in the fall of 1793 and married two years later (November 14, 1795): she proved to be a devoted wife and mother of his children for more than 40 years, until her mind failed and she died in 1837. The other was Coleridge, then of Cambridge, two years Southey’s senior and, like him, a budding poet and enthusiastic republican and revolutionary fellow traveler. When the two met in June 1794 an intense friendship developed rapidly, and the two young radicals, in concert with some of their respective college friends, concocted a plan to establish, in the Susquehanna Valley, an egalitarian community, a “Pantisocracy” (meaning “equal rule of all”) based on communal property and the fusion of physical and intellectual labor. The scheme eventually failed for lack of sufficient funds and because ideological and personal rifts developed between the idealistic but dilatory Coleridge and his more practical revisionist friend and housemate. When Southey decided to abandon the cause by accepting an invitation to Portugal from his uncle Hill—and a stipend from his school friend Charles Wynn enabling him to switch from divinity to the study of law—Coleridge, who had been persuaded, for the good of Pantisocracy, to become engaged and married to Edith Fricker’s sister Sarah, felt trapped and betrayed. For the moment the friendship was over.

Southey’s five-month sojourn on the Iberian Penninsula during the first half of 1796 resulted in his first published prose work, Letters Written During a Short Residence in Spain and Portugal (1797). By then he had already published, with his friend and fellow Pantisocrat Robert Lovell, a volume of Poems (1795)—reflective pieces, “odes, elegies, sonnets, etc.,” in the manner of 18th-century sensibility—and had acquired a reputation as the author of an epic with revolutionary overtones, Joan of Arc (1796; revised, 1798); he had also written two plays, including a piece of hackwork with Coleridge, The Fall of Robespierre (1794), and the notorious Wat Tyler (which remained in manuscript until 1817, when it was unearthed and published surreptitiously by political enemies to compromise the “renegade” laureate with a Jacobinical skeleton in his closet). The Letters are hardly literature in the sense in which the later Letters from England are, but they are an early example of Southey’s knack for turning chance occasions to journalistic account. Together with Edith, Southey returned to the Peninsula in 1800–1801 for a second, more extended visit (his Portuguese Journal from that year was unearthed and published by Adolfo Cabral in 1960). The two sojourns turned him into a lifelong student of Spanish and Portuguese history and ethnography.

Upon his return to England—and to Edith—in summer 1796, Southey and his wife spent several years in a state of virtual transiency, partly in London, where he desultorily read for the law at Gray’s Inn as stipulated by Wynn’s annuity, and then at various localities in the south of England after it became clear to him that the law was not for him. There followed the second, year-long stay in Portugal and then eight more months in London and Dublin in an abortive attempt at a civil-service career as private secretary to Isaac Corry, the Irish chancellor of the Exchequer. During these years, Southey produced a large amount of lyrical verse—odes, sonnets, inscriptions, emblematic poems, monodramas, ecologues, and especially ballads dealing with social injustice, crime, guilt, and the supernatural and demonic. He also wrote the first of a planned series of mythological romances, Thalaba the Destroyer (1801), illustrating the religion of Islam through the exotic story of a pious young Moslem champion’s struggle against a college of malignant sorcerers.

The decisive turning point in Southey’s biography occurred in September of 1803, when the successive shocks of the deaths of his mother, a beloved cousin, and his first, infant daughter prompted the Southeys to visit Coleridge at his new domicile, Greta Hall, in Keswick in the English Lake District. The visit turned into a lifelong stay. Coleridge, who had repeatedly urged his brother-in-law and ci-devant fellow Pantisocrat to come live with, or at least visit, him in Keswick, ironically promptly departed in search of health and then separated from his wife and family, leaving Southey in charge as chief provider at Greta Hall, a post the scrupulous Southey dutifully kept until his death 40 years later. Except for periodic travel abroad (in Scotland, in the Netherlands, in France), visits, and business trips (such as his trip to Oxford to obtain an honorary LL.D. in 1820), Southey never left the Lake District again.

In 1803 he still thought of himself primarily as a poet and continued to do so for another decade or so. During the first years at Keswick, he gave final shape to a project that had occupied him intermittently since his Westminster days, his second, two-part epic, Madoc (1805)—“Madoc in Wales” and “Madoc at Aztlan”—about the legendary 12th-century Welsh prince who supposedly discovered the New World and settled in Aztec country, fighting wars against barbarism, superstition, and priestcraft and establishing a bridgehead for a humane, Christian civilization—Southey’s epic of foundation and of Pantisocracy rewritten in essentially imperialist terms. In 1809 Southey completed another mythological romance, The Curse of Kehama (1810), this time on Hinduism, an extravagant story of a pariah of humble and patient merit and his persecution by, divinely assisted struggle against, and eventual victory over, a would-be cosmocrat who at last overreaches himself—a story clearly intended to allude to the struggle against Napoleon and one that later served as a model for Percy Bysshe Shelley’s greater fable of nonviolent resistance against overwhelming odds, Prometheus Unbound (1820). A third and final epic, Roderick, the Last of the Goths, appeared in 1814, the year after Southey’s appointment to the laureateship; it narrates the fall of the Visigothic kingdom to the Moors in 711 A.D. and the beginning of the Spanish reconquista and the Asturian monarchy. This poem, Southey’s greatest epic success at the time, is even more pointedly directed at the Napoleonic Wars and the Peninsular War in particular. Now, however, the ruling sentiment is one of ferocious vindictiveness and religious bigotry that stands in striking contrast to the antiwar theme of Joan of Arc and even to the reluctant militancy of Madoc and to the doctrine of redemption through the patient suffering of Kehama.

The arc from the pacifism of Joan of Arc to the crusading spirit and unvarnished jingoism of Roderick and the laureate and anti-Bonapartist verses of those years (such as Carmen Triumphale, 1814, and The Poet’s Pilgrimage to Waterloo, 1816) circumscribes most of Southey’s career as a poet, though there were some later efforts, such as the lugubrious Tale of Paraguay (1825), about a family of South American mission Indians, or the unfortunate Vision of Judgement (1821) in hexameters, about George III’s ascent to Southey’s now throughly Tory heaven, not to mention later laureate odes and occasional ballads and metrical tales. During the last 30 years of his life, Southey’s principal literary pursuit was that of a scholar and essayist. The story of that pursuit, more clearly than that of the poet, records the emergence of a conservative out of the fervid republican of the early years.

Southey’s early prose venture, Letters Written During a Short Residence in Spain and Portugal, uses the flexible and currently popular medium of epistolary journalism to combine travelogue, description, and anecdote with essays, translations, and original poems and to pepper picturesque and often vivid scenic prospects and local color with republican sarcasms about “the double despotism of Church and State”—about monasticism, Catholic superstitions and “miracle-mongering,” and the spectacle of royal extravagance and oppression in the midst of endemic poverty, ignorance, licentiousness, and disease. Southey has an eye for curious, bizarre, or telling details, customs, and costumes, and for scenic settings and humorous incidents. Letters Written During a Short Residence in Spain and Portugal is an early example of Southey’s tenacious hold on facts as well as of his tendency to tar all things with the same brush. The volume proved popular, and a second edition, somewhat less spontaneous, more cautious and controlled, appeared in 1799. The Portuguese Journal of 1800–1801 is even more vivid, and is less glibly judgmental, though here too Southey indulges an antiseptic obsession with “superstition,” and with filth, stench, and vermin, along with his love of the Iberian landscape.

After his first return from abroad, Southey embarked upon his career as a professional reviewer, first with notices of Spanish and Portuguese literature for the Monthly Magazine and then, in 1798, with reviews for the Critical Review, for which he wrote, among other things, a glowing account of Walter Savage Landor‘s oriental poem Gebir (September 1799) and the rather unsympathetic critique of Wordsworth and Coleridge’s Lyrical Ballads (October 1798) with its notorious dismissal of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner as a “Dutch attempt at German sublimity.” In 1802 Southey also became a regular contributor to the newly founded Annual Review, for which he reviewed some 150 titles during the next six years, most of them ephemeral.

Like his travelogues, his reviews are essentially journalistic: largely synoptic and digestive, proceeding by summary paraphrase and direct quotation, and based in their judgment on common sense and personal taste rather than on theoretical principles like those informing Coleridge’s criticism. Even so, Southey’s reviews are of historical importance insofar as, at a time when reviewers still wrote anonymously and therefore could “tomahawk” with impunity, they helped to usher in a more considerate and sympathetic approach to what Southey himself termed the “ungentle craft.” Literary jobbing of this sort was a fairly lucrative employment in that age of rapidly expanding book markets and remained throughout Southey’s life a principal source of this income. Although largely hackwork, these reviews also laid the foundation for his later Quarterly essays and even an achievement such as The Life of Nelson (1813).

During these years Southey also established himself as a translator and textual editor. Between 1803 and 1808, he published prose adaptations of the three leading romances of chivalry of Iberian provenance, Amadis of Gaul, from a 16th-century Spanish version, Palmerin of England, essentially a modernization of Anthony Munday’s 17th-century Englishing of a French variant of the romance, and Chronicle of the Cid, a translation of the early-16th-century Cronica del Cid, supplemented by material derived from the earlier Poema del Cid and various popular ballads. Southey has the distinction of being the first to argue for the Portuguese origin of Palmerin of England—his claim of a like origin of Amadis of Gaul was based on a confusion of names and is no longer accepted. As renditions they are of limited value. Amadis of Gaul in particular is bowdlerized, purged of most of its amorous content in the name of a narrow moral and stylistic decorum that appealed to the taste of the time—the work sold well—but is obsolete today. More durable has been the third of these translations, Chronicle of the Cid, whose martial spirit unsullied by carnality was more congenial to Southey and enabled him to produce a comprehensive narrative of Spain’s national hero in a homogeneous, slightly archaic, paratactic style modeled on Sir Thomas Malory and the Bible.

In his travelogues, reviews, and translations, Southey served as a kind of middleman of literature intent on advertising, condensing, packaging, and importing literary goods, new and old, for readier consumption. This spirit of literary merchandising is embodied also in Southey’s various textual editions of these years, including the three-volume collections of the writings of his unhappy fellow Bristowans Thomas Chatterton (1803; coedited with Joseph Cottle) and Henry Kirke White (1807). The latter includes a biographical introduction of small critical value, and both were essentially charitable undertakings to aid the families and the memory of these inheritors of unfulfilled renown. Specimens of the Later English Poets (1807), a massive compilation of 18th-century verse, most of it quite negligible, similarly reveals Southey’s literary scholarship to be more antiquarian than critical and his criteria to be moral and didactic rather than aesthetic and intellectual. Of his various later editorial works, perhaps only the late Works of William Cowper (1835–1837), also prefixed with a “Life,” retains a firm place in the history of textual scholarship.

While much of the prose Southey produced during the years 1803–1808 is either ephemeral or an endeavor to rescue the transient from oblivion by means of editing, translation, or synopsis, one work, Letters from England (1807), transcends the bulk by turning journalism into fiction and thus into art. Modeled on Montesquieu’s Letters persanes (1721) and Oliver Goldsmith’s Citizen of the World (1760–1761), Letters from England: By Don Manuel Alvarez Espriella uses the form of the pseudonymous epistle to combine travelogue, satire, and personal essay into a fictional variant of the sort of epistolary journalism found already in Letters Written During a Short Residence in Spain and Portugal. Planned as early as 1803 as an “omnium gatherum” of “all that I know and much of what I think” about his place and time, its uses and abuses, Letters from England mingles social and political commentary and economic and cultural analysis with anecdote and descriptions of landscapes and townscapes to convey a cross section of English life and “manners,” fashions and foibles, while employing the travel motif to impose a semblance of unity upon farraginous variety. Moreover, the device of a narrative persona, chosen partly to throw hostile critics off the scent, creates a beneficial stretch of aesthetic distance between the author and his material. By making his mouthpiece not only a foreigner but a Spaniard and Catholic, Southey achieves the triple effect of modifying his personal bias through narrative perspective while playing his anti-Catholicism off against his critique of British society, particularly his nascent conservatism in politics and economics and his lifelong deistical contempt for sectarian fanaticism and all manner of “pseudodoxia epidemica.”

The fictional method is not without flaws. Scenic descriptions are at times merely topographical inventories, even in the often vividly perspectival account of the Lake District, and the narrative voice tends to become Southey’s own whenever he advances from relatively trivial matters to issues that engage his emotions. Analogously, Southey’s social-economic criticism blends shrewdness with nostalgia and erects progressive proposals on obsolescent principles. He inveighs against William Pitt’s repressive and reactionary policies in the name of liberty and equality and against the exploitation and social neglect produced by an unchecked industrialization in terms of an extreme anti-materialism. He calls for legal, parliamentary, and military reform, as well as for government regulation of industry and commerce. Yet his premises are moralistic and agrarian and are inspired as much by fear of revolution as by a desire for improvement. Even so, Letters from England is of lasting interest as a sweeping, kaleidoscopic, and often humorous depiction of England at the epochal beginning of the 19th century—the narrative is set in 1802, during the Peace of Amiens—and as an early and articulate appeal to the social conscience in the face of revolutionary change, particularly in the eloquent evocation of the inhuman plight of the new industrial laboring class in factory towns such as Manchester. The book was popular and sold well—at least until the identity of the book’s author became known.

Letters from England may be usefully juxtaposed with a second, much later piece of fictionalized polemic, the notorious Sir Thomas More: or, Colloquies on the Progress and Prospects of Society, written between 1820 and 1829 and published in 1829, with a second edition in 1831. As the title indicates, the epistolary model has here been replaced by the dialogue, Southey choosing as his new literary model the Consolation of Boethius. But one of the fictional interlocutors is again a Catholic, albeit this time a historical one, while the other, Montesinos (perhaps with an allusion to Miguel de Cervantes’s Don Quixote, 1605), represents Southey himself, the setting of the dialogues being in fact Southey’s library at Greta Hall in the “mountainous” Lake Country. As Renaissance man and arch-utopian, More provides a dramatic perspective on Southey’s own time of epochal change and his early utopianism, while at the same time serving as a kind of spiritual father figure, on whom Southey can foist his most alarmist and apocalyptic views so as to retain for his alter ego Montesinos a modicum of youthful optimism and belief in progress and political justice. At other times, however, the two disputants seem to be interchangeable in their outlook, as they bandy sermons and citations, making the colloquy less a sustained dramatic “imaginary conversation” à la Landor (who professed to have derived the concept from Southey) than a mere expository mechanism—an altercation between A and B, as Charles Lamb remarked. More’s historical Catholicism, in fact, gets in the way—Southey turns him into an embryonic Protestant—and the fiction of a visitation by and dialogue with a ghost becomes bizarre after the first encounter and irritating after the second or third. The work has often been praised for its limpid prose style. But that style is generally at its best in the numerous descriptive and anecdotal digressions—about local scenery, local legends, or Southey’s library holdings—interspersed with the more portentous dialogues, rather than in the dialogues themselves.

Ideologically, Sir Thomas More epitomizes the conservatism of Southey’s later years—an outlook increasingly authoritarian, paternalistic, moralistic, and imperialistic. Southey’s shift to the right dates roughly from, and was in response to, the years 1808–1813, the period of the critical phase in Britain’s struggle against Napoleon (the Peninsular War), of the Luddite Riots (1811) and the assassination of prime minister Spencer Perceval (1812), and of Southey’s own engagement in 1809 as a reviewer for the conservative Quarterly Review and subsequent appointment as poet laureate (1813). The shift is evident in the Quarterly Review essays’ long and often formless disquisitions, a selection of which reappeared, revised and condensed, as Essays, Moral and Political in 1832, on the eve of the first Reform Bill. In them Southey inveighs in often shrill tones against the evils of the day as he saw them: materialism (whether philosophical or commercial), immorality, infidelity, and sedition, pacifism, Methodism, Malthusianism, Catholic emancipation, and parliamentary reform. Some of his diagnoses are accurate enough and his proposed remedies salutary: universal education, legislation to regulate industry and provide social benefits, and the like. But his analyses of the causes of economic and social dislocation—and therefore also his solutions—are generally one part science and two parts moralism. His reply to the Malthusian specter of overpopulation is biblical authority, on the one hand, and a naively arrogant colonialism and imperialism, on the other: God wants England to be fruitful and multiply so as to replenish the earth and subdue it as the “hive of nations.” The purpose of education is indoctrination rather than emancipation, and the guarantee of social well-being is an aristocratic and ecclesiastic Establishment rather than any utilitarian calculus determined through democratic processes.

Sir Thomas More caps this evolving paternalistic vision of contemporary history as an Armageddon between the forces of law and order and moral and religious absolutes and the forces of materialism and anarchy, between the principles of obedience and authority and the dissolving agents of pluralism and skepsis. On a less apocalyptic level, Southey continues his critique of the “manufacturing system”—the “dorsal spine” of Sir Thomas More, as Jean Raimond put it. If Southey’s analysis of the evils under an unregulated laissez-faire capitalism—concentration of wealth, consequent wage slavery, exploitation, Gradgrind mechanization, alienation deracination, and overall dehumanization—is ahead of its time, his nostalgia for medieval feudalism and theocracy as guarantors of order, security, and social harmony is merely romantic and retrogressive bad faith—as Thomas Macaulay drove home in his famous review (Edinburgh Review, January 1830). Even so, Southey was also able to contemplate the socialism of Robert Owen as an alternative model—over the objections of his ghostly interlocutor to Owen’s freethinking: the device of the colloquy generated at least a saving touch of dialectic.

For all the volume of Southey’s journalism and polemical writing, his chief aspiration as a prosateur—not surprisingly considering his predilection as a poet for the epic—was to be a historian. His most ambitious, and nearly lifelong, project was to the great “History of Portugal,” a work that was to be both epic and encyclopedic in scope, combining fullness and variety of narrative and description with unity of idea and design, and that would do for the Portuguese empire what Edward Gibbon’s Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire (1776–1788) had done for Rome. The main opus was to have been accompanied by subsidiary volumes on the Portuguese colonies in Asia and South America, on monasticism, on the Jesuit missions, and on Iberian literature. As was to be expected, even in a writer of Southey’s fanatical industry and punctuality, the work was never completed, and what must have been a voluminous manuscript disappeared mysteriously after his death. The abortiveness of Southey’s most cherished project dramatizes his tragic flaw as a historian—indeed as a writer: his inability to select and to synthesize, to make the part stand synecdochically or metonymically for the whole. His strength lies in his skill in assembling a maximum of information into a manageable space, distilling, as he himself put it, “wine into alcohol.”

The proof of that alcohol can be gauged from the only major portion of the complete Portuguese scheme that did reach publication, the massive History of Brazil. Prompted by Britain’s new economic and political interest in Brazil consequent upon the move of the Portuguese court to Rio de Janeiro in 1807, the History was published in three increasingly bulky volumes between 1810 and 1819. Southey soon came to disparage it in private, but he also hoped it would make him the “Herodotus of South America,” and he doggedly pursued it—all 2,300-odd pages of it—to the end. The first accurate and comprehensive Brazilian history ever written, it was based largely on an extensive collection of printed accounts and original documents brought from Portugal by Southey’s uncle Hill and is still authoritative today—it has been translated a second time into Portuguese—and is interesting especially for Southey’s championship of the Jesuit missionaries, perhaps the single most prominent theme in the work. The writings are undeviatingly chronological in their breathless accumulation of historical details—from the discovery of the territory in 1500, through the period of the explorers and adventurers, the changing fortunes of the Jesuit missions, the rivalry between the Portuguese and the Dutch settlers, the 18th-century reforms and final expulsion of the Jesuits under the Marquês de Pombal, all the way to the arrival of the Portuguese court in 1808. The text also dwells at length on the exotic appeal of local color, “manners,” native customs (often lurid), reports about Amazons, and the savagery and cannibalism of the Indians, as well as their suffering from slavery and persecution. An inexhaustible source of information, the History of Brazil will produce fatigue or overload in the most determined reader. For Southeyan historical narrative at its best, that reader will do better to turn to a separately published subsidiary episode, The Expedition of Orsua; and the Crimes of Aguirre (1821; originally published in the Edinburgh Annual Register for 1810 [1812]), a concise and engrossing narrative of an episode in the history of the search for El Dorado that explodes into mutiny, rebellion, and paranoid internecine terror and that, in its study of the corrupting effect of personal power in an exotic setting devoid of “Law and Order,” was meant as an analogue of the French Revolution and in some ways anticipates Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness (1902).

There is little to recommend Southey’s later historical works. The voluminous History of the Peninsular War (1823–1832), while containing dense and graphic episodes, such as the moving Siege of Saragossa, is crammed with Verbatim documents and with digressions into local color and Iberiana that are often not even marginally relevant to the main subject. It is, moreover, vitiated as authoritative historiography by Southey’s contemptuous disregard of the campaign accounts of Napoleon’s Marshal Nicolas Jean de Dieu Soult and by Arthur Wellesley, Duke of Wellington’s refusal to open his archives to Southey. It also suffers from over-idealization of the Spanish insurgents and a corresponding underestimation of the role of the British in the war, that of General John Moore in particular. It was thus speedily eclipsed by the authorized history published concurrently by Colonel William Napier, who used all the available sources and had himself taken part in the campaign. Prejudice, partiality, and lack of synthesis also disfigure Southey’s history of religion in England, the popular Book of the Church (1824), whose pervasive hostility toward Catholicism and Catholic emancipation perverts historiography to polemic—see also the Vindiciæ Ecclesiæ Anglicanæ (1826), Southey’s rebuttal in the controversy that ensued.

As Southey’s poetry, however fanciful, is essentially prosaic, so his prose, however factual, is inherently narrative and anecdotal rather than expository and analytical. It is thus in the genre of biography—one he himself deemed “the most useful of literary genres”—rather than in historiography proper that Southey’s historical ambitions achieve their most lasting success. To be sure, prolixity and partiality are hazards in the biographies as well. The late Lives of the British Admirals (1833–1840), Southey’s endeavour to write a naval history in biographical form, has been called the finest portrait gallery of Elizabethan naval heroes in existence and is notable for its pioneering use of Spanish and Portuguese sources. But the material adduced from these sources is often of doubtful relevance, and the volumes savor of task work and encyclopedia compilation. Similarly The Life of Wesley (1820) snowballs in Southey’s hands into a massive chronicle of the Methodist movement, its antecedents, development, and architects—a movement to which Southey was not sympathetic and which he was not really competent to examine theologically. The story and portrait of John Wesley himself, to the extent to which it is not discolored by bias or obscured by insufficiently subordinated contexts, is faithful, vigorous, and admirable, and remains the most popular life of the founder of Methodism, although Southey lacks the empathy and the psychological acumen to do full justice, beyond praise and blame, to the complexity of a mind like Wesley’s. He fares better with a congenial subject such as William Cowper, albeit here, too, circumstantiality, contingency, and digression are often the bane of portraiture.

It is the rare coincidence of moral affinity and material restraint that accounts for the lasting popularity of Southey’s first and finest biography, The Life of Nelson (1813). Essentially an expansion and elaboration of Southey’s February 1809 review in the Quarterly of the “official” biography of Admiral Horatio Nelson by James Stanier Clarke and John M’Arthur (1806), Southey’s Life of Nelson has in fact the synoptic character typical of contemporary reviewing and can be called a literary epitome of the earlier work, though it makes use of some additional sources. Southey’s narrative is brisk, vivid, and for once almost undeviating. It has remained the classic portrayal of England’s greatest naval hero.

Southey’s account of Nelson is not one of mere hagiography. He sharply criticizes Nelson’s obsequiousness to the repressive and degenerate court of Naples, especially in the bloody suppression of Admiral Francesco Carraciolo’s rebellion, and of course, he condemns Nelson’s adulterous relationship with Emma, Lady Hamilton, on whose “spell” he in fact blames all of Nelson’s Neapolitan errors. On the other hand, however, he views Nelson’s “infatuated attachment,” as he primly calls it, as a fortuitous aberration and makes no attempt to comprehend Nelson’s passion for Lady Hamilton and consequent separation from Lady Nelson—or, for that matter, his unimpaired friendship with Emma’s husband, Sir William Hamilton. Though a full account of this side of Nelson’s life was neither possible nor perhaps appropriate in an official biography, Southey’s reticence on the matter strikes the modern reader as prudish and evasive.

Apart from his breach of domestic decorum and related indiscretions, however, Nelson was so thoroughly simpatico to Southey as to leave no need for a deeper, more dialectical empathy. His tactical genius and spectacular successes were the wonder of all, and his personal traits of kindliness mixed with pugnacity, humanity with combativeness, boyishness with devotion to duty, self-righteous contumacy with fanatical patriotism and royalism were so much Southey’s own as to facilitate an apotheosis only less monumental than the one at London’s Trafalgar Square. The Life of Nelson is in fact as much a prose epic, a kind of Britannia Liberata, as it is a work of historiography, and it remains Southey’s one indubitable contribution to the English literary canon.

The year of the publication of The Life of Nelson was significantly the year of Southey’s appointment as poet laureate, a title he kept until his death 30 years later. It was also the year in which Southey first conceived and began the odd farrago of narrative, anecdote, essay, reverie, humor, satire, plain nonsense, topography, “manners,” genre painting, and “commonplace” entries called The Doctor, &c., of which he finally published the first two volumes in 1834—again anonymously—and to which he was still adding when his mind began to fail four years later. Prompted by a jocose yarn Coleridge, and then Southey himself, used to spin about “Dr. Daniel Dove of Doncaster and his horse Nobs,” whose “humour lay in making it as long-winded as possible” and each time telling it differently, The Doctor, &c. was modeled in part on François Rabelais and on Laurence Sterne’s Tristram Shandy (1759–1767), in part on Montaigne, Richard Burton, and Thomas Browne, and was designed as an amphibious vehicle that would enable Southey to amuse and “play the fool,” sound off on a variety of a social, economic, and religious topics, and open a kind of old curiosity shop or intellectual flea market for his “multifarious collections” of reading notes, excerpts, and marginalia—the harvest of what he liked to compare to digging for pearls in a dunghill. More than in his epics with their voluminous notes, narrative here increasingly subserves a discursive and antiquarian purpose, to become at last a grotesque parody of Southeyan garrulousness and packrat mentality.

The narrative—what there is of it—projects essentially a nostalgic, agrarian idyll of the good old days before the eruption of revolutionary modernity. Dr. Daniel Dove, Shandean country physician and “flossofer,” and represented as the mentor of the anonymous narrator’s youth, is in fact an idealized self-portrait of “Dr. Southey” and mouthpiece for a Southeyan ideal of naive common sense, curious learning, domestic prudence, affection, and piety. He is surrounded by a cast of similarly innocuous characters. In some respects The Doctor, &c. not only echoes Tristram Shandy but anticipates both Thomas Carlyle’s Sartor Resartus (1833–1834) and the comic genre painting of Dickens’s Pickwick Papers (1836–1837). But it lacks the Faustian perplexity of the one and the Protean abundance of the other, as well as Sterne’s Pyrrhonic wit. The book contains some true gems, including the famous story of “The Three Bears”, which Southey seems to have derived in youth from his “half-saved” half uncle William Tyler (represented in The Doctor, &c. as Daniel’s brother William Dove) and whose whimsical tone and spare, patterned folktale-like narration seem almost miraculous in the midst of so much logorrhea and have earned the tale a permanent place in the literature of the nursery. At their best the sketches and ruminations and “tattle-de-moys” of The Doctor, &c. have the unflagging curiosity, unbuttoned charm, and amiable chattiness of Southey’s correspondence, which some critics value above his formal works. But too much in The Doctor, &c. is sentimental in its idylls, coy and feeble in its humor, commonplace and parochial in its conservatism, and obsessive in its frenetic wordplays and Burtonesque fascination with exploded opinions and bizarre trivia.

Southey has been called the architect and chief practitioner of a “Georgian style” in prose, a style that is pure and practical, in contrast to the ponderous and ornate solemnity of the likes of Samuel Johnson or Edward Gibbon or the rhetorical overkill of Edmund Burke. In trying to characterize Southey’s style, one is apt to resort to negative terms: he does not have the intellectual substance and subtlety of Coleridge, or the mercurial wit and quaint charm of Charles Lamb, or the trenchancy and keen observation of William Hazlitt or Jane Austen, or the symphonic splendor of Thomas De Quincey, or the figurative force and transcendental extravagance of Thomas Carlyle, to mention only some chief contemporaries. His prose never becomes an aesthetic end in itself, and, when it does try to do so, as in portions of The Doctor, &c. it fails by straining too hard. Its closest antecedents and parallels are perhaps to be found in the unpretentious felicity of Joseph Addison and the workmanlike language of Walter Scott. To the least prepossessed reader Southey’s writing will often appear colorless and nondescript, poor in striking adjectives and arresting metaphors and given to passive verbs and constructions, and in its less guarded moments as loquacious and puerile. On balance, however, his prose is a model of transparent functionalism: clear, simple, direct, and vigorous; largely paratactic, but varied in its rhythms and sentence lengths; seemingly artless, yet taut, polished, and economical when time constraints did not promote makeshift; rhetorically forceful where appropriate in its use of alliteration, anaphora, and extended metaphor (often derived from the areas of warfare, travel, navigation, horticulture, and especially, medicine); and, above all, astonishing in its tireless abundance.

If in the final analysis Southey has less to say to today’s reader than the other leading Romantics; if his causes seem dead, his ideas obsolete, his multitudinous researches inert; if with all his talent and energy, curiosity, and industry he is rarely touching or profound, it is largely because almost all his information and inspiration is only secondhand, derived from the books he read, accumulated, and worshipped in his 14,000-volume library, rather than also the fruit of hazardous experience and introspection. To be an author meant to transmit authority rather than to explore strange seas of thought as his fellow Romantics did. His life after the move to Keswick in 1803 was not without signal, even shattering events, such as the death of several children, including his first-born and his beloved first son and playmate, Herbert, or his many intense friendships, including several with women, one of whom, the poet Caroline Anne Bowles, he married on June 4, 1839—after 20 years of intimate correspondence—after the death in 1837 of the by then demented Edith Southey. But rather than opening his imagination fully to the force of the human condition, they caused him to retreat to the high ground of received beliefs. Although he always remained a somewhat truculent individualist, had doubts about some religious orthodoxies, and roamed to the ends of the earth and the beginnings of history in his reveries and researches, he was, after his early years, a staunch and even bigoted defender of both political and ecclesiastical hierarchies (if not always of their doctrines), and he turned down all job offers from newspapers, libraries, and universities that might have taken him away from the Lake District. He was endlessly curious about human nature but would not face it, whether in others or himself, except in the less volatile form of human culture, most of which he ended up despising as immoral or irrational, seditious or superstitious, dirty or even diabolical. His own mind eventually failed, after a lifetime of repressed passion and herculean compensatory labor, and he died of a stroke on the vernal equinox of 1843. He was buried in Crosthwaite Churchyard in Keswick, alongside his first wife and three of his children.

Reputation

Charles Lamb, in a letter to Coleridge, stated, "With Joan of Arc I have been delighted, amazed. I had not presumed to expect of any thing of such excellence from Southey. Why the poem is alone sufficient to redeem the character of the age we live in from the imputation of degenerating in Poetry [...] On the whole, I expect Southey one day to rival Milton."

Regarding Thalaba the Destroyer, Ernest Bernhard-Kabisch pointed out that "Few readers have been as enthusiastic about it as Cardinal Newman who considered it the most 'morally sublime' of English poems. But the young Shelley reckoned it his favourite poem, and both he and Keats followed its lead in some of their verse narratives."

While Southey was writing Madoc, Coleridge believed that the poem would be superior to the Aeneid.

Robert Southey had a notable influence on Russian literature. Pushkin highly appreciated his work and translated the beginning of the Hymn to the Penates and Madoc, and was also inspired by the plot of Roderick to create an original poem on the same plot (Родрик). At the beginning of the 20th century, Southey was translated by Gumilyov and Lozinsky. In 1922, the publishing house "Vsemirnaya Literatura" published the first separate edition of Southey's ballads in Russia, compiled by Gumilyov. In 2006, a bilingual edition prepared by E. Witkowski was published, a significant part of which included new translations.

Southey was elected a member of the American Antiquarian Society in 1822. He was also a member of the Royal Spanish Academy.

In popular culture

In the video game Book of Hours, released in 2023 by Weather Factory, the Southey family are good friends with the fictional Baroness Eva Dewulf, and there are rumours that they adopted her illegitimate child as Abra Southey and presented her as the younger sister to Robert.

Partial list of works

Harold, or, The Castle of Morford (an unpublished Robin Hood novel that Southey wrote in 1791).

The Fall of Robespierre (1794) (with Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

Poems: Containing the Retrospect, Odes, Elegies, Sonnets, &c. (with Robert Lovell)

Joan of Arc (1796)

Icelandic Poetry, or The Edda of Sæmund (contributing an introductory epistle to A. S. Cottle's translations, 1797)

Poems (1797–1799)

Letters Written During a Short Residence in Spain and Portugal (1797)

St. Patrick's Purgatory (1798)

After Blenheim (1798)

The Devil's Thoughts (1799). Revised ed. pub. in 1827 as "The Devil's Walk". (with Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

English Eclogues (1799)

The Old Man's Comforts and How He Gained Them (1799)

Thalaba the Destroyer (1801)

The Inchcape Rock (1802)

Madoc (1805)

Letters from England: By Don Manuel Alvarez Espriella (1807), the observations of a fictitious Spaniard.

Chronicle of the Cid, from the Spanish (1808)

The Curse of Kehama (1810)

History of Brazil (3 vols.) (1810–1819)[21][22]

The Life of Horatio, Lord Viscount Nelson (1813)

Roderick the Last of the Goths (1814)

Journal of a tour in the Netherlands in the autumn of 1815 (1902)

Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur (1817)

Wat Tyler: A Dramatic Poem (1817; written in 1794)

Cataract of Lodore (1820)

The Life of Wesley; and Rise and Progress of Methodism (2 vols.) (1820)

What Are Little Boys Made Of? (1820)

A Vision of Judgement (1821)

History of the Peninsular War, 1807–1814 (3 vols.) (1823–1832)

Sir Thomas More; or, Colloquies on the Progress and Prospects of Society (1829)

The Works of William Cowper, 15 vols., ed. (1833–1837)

Lives of the British Admirals, with an Introductory View of the Naval History of England (5 vols.) (1833–40); republished as "English Seamen" in 1895.

The Doctor (7 vols.) (1834–1847). Includes The Story of the Three Bears (1837).

The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, Collected by Himself (1837)  

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