Monday, September 13, 2021

What neat repast

The "pretty garden-house" in Petty France where Milton lived from 1652 to 1660.


[Source: Wikipedia. Engraving from 1848. The house was demolished in 1877. Later residents included Mill, Bentham and Hazlitt. By this time it was 19 York Street; the name Petty France was restored in 1925. When the Commonwealth collapsed in 1660 Milton went into hiding at a friend's house in Bartholomew Close, Farringdon.]


Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son,
    Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire,
    Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
    Help wast a sullen day ; what may be won
From the hard Season gaining : time will run
    On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
    The frozen earth ; and cloth in fresh attire
    The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,
    Of Attick tast, with Wine, whence we may rise
    To hear the Lute well toucht, or artfull voice
Warble immortal Notes and Tuskan Ayre ?
    He who of those delights can judge, and spare
    To interpose them oft, is not unwise.

This is one of the sonnets Milton wrote while living in Petty France, Westminster. He was now totally blind, and depended on younger friends like Edward Lawrence to go on walks with him. Maybe it was written in 1654 (when Milton was 46), at the same time as "Cyriack, whose grandsire", with which it seems to form a pair; both poems are about judiciously partaking in leisure activities.

There's no agreed standard for numbering Milton's sonnets, but this is Sonnet 20 according to the most widely promulgated scheme.

"Favonius" is the Latin name for Zephyrus, the west wind. It's always associated with the coming of spring and flowers, as in the opening of Horace's Ode III.7.

Milton's sonnet is about passing the winter season. It's a restrained Horatian invitation poem. Puritan feasting doesn't sound too bad to me, if it involves wine and lute songs.

I can't accept that there's any ambiguity about "spare to interpose them oft", it can only mean "refrain from indulging in them often". But I readily accept that there's an ambiguous feeling about leisure within the poem. Why end with the super-cautious "not unwise" instead of, say, "very wise"? Why say "Help waste" instead of e.g. "Enjoy"? 

What's the implication here of those biblical idlers the flowers of the field? 

22 And he said unto his disciples, Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat; neither for the body, what ye shall put on. 23 The life is more than meat, and the body is more than raiment. 24 Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them: how much more are ye better than the fowls? 25 And which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit? 26 If ye then be not able to do that thing which is least, why take ye thought for the rest? 27 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 28 If then God so clothe the grass, which is to day in the field, and to morrow is cast into the oven; how much more will he clothe you, O ye of little faith? 29 And seek not ye what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink, neither be ye of doubtful mind. 30 For all these things do the nations of the world seek after: and your Father knoweth that ye have need of these things. 31 But rather seek ye the kingdom of God; and all these things shall be added unto you. 32 Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom.

(Luke 12:22-32, cf. Matthew 6:25-34)

As you can see it's the ravens, not the lilies, who do not sow. In fact sowing seed is arguably one of the few things that lilies and roses do do. So maybe in Milton's sonnet we should interpret "sow'd" as "sew'd".

But lilies or ravens, it might seem odd to mention them. Milton, a hard-working and well-paid servant of government, does not seemingly have much in common with these faithful creatures. But maybe he saw himself as halfway between working for a nation of the world (verse 30) and working for the kingdom of God (verse 31). His stupendous labours for the former were winding down a little, because of his blindness. The time was approaching when he could attend once more to his high-pitched poetic ambitions. In 1655 his salary was commuted to a life pension. (It's uncertain whether, by 1654, he had already begun to write bits of Paradise Lost.)

The twin topics of work and leisure had always preoccupied him; as far back as L'Allegro and Il Penseroso, or the sonnet on his 24th birthday. Milton was constantly telling himself that he needed to work bloody hard, and then having to tell himself that it was fine to relax and not feel bad about it. He's a case history for the Protestant work ethic, for over-active adrenals. In the sonnet on his blindness his body urges him to "post o'er land and ocean without rest" and, instead, he has to accept that "They also serve who only stand and wait". It's all about pacing yourself.

The punctuation and syntax are a bit tricky, and I've changed my mind more than once about exactly what the poem is saying. The point of mentioning the state of the roads in line 2 must be that the winter season rules out their usual walk, and that prompts the question in line 3: Where shall we sometimes meet ... ? (But because Milton instantly hurries into elaboration, there's no suitable place for a question-mark.)

I used to interpret "sometimes" as a rather chilly reservation, as if Milton is instantly undercutting his own invitation ("you must come round to mine, but of course not too often, don't get carried away ..."). But now I see it as a different kind of embarrassment, about being needy ("I miss you and I want to spend time with you, I mean occasionally, because I know I'm being a fearful nuisance and I don't want to put you out...").

I feel there's also evidence of this embarrassment in the way that the sentence runs on, as if needing to justify itself. And indeed in the question "Where", because there isn't really any doubt of where: the only practical location is Milton's own home. Theoretically it could be Edward Lawrence's home, but how would Milton get there?
 
Line 4 sounds like it alludes to the medieval pairing of Winner and Waster, or is that just a distraction? Anyway, it seems very characteristic of Milton's adrenals that even in the enforced relaxation of winter he should be thinking about "what may be won".

What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, 
Of Attick tast.... 

Milton's play with the -st ending (momentarily splitting into its constituent sounds, in "light and choice"), is very beautiful. Maybe what's being created here is a kind of nourishment that can't be measured in calories: the deep nourishment given by poetry, or the spiritual provision that God gives to his faithful disciples.



















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Sunday, May 30, 2021

everlasting oil

Lady. This way the noise was, if mine ear be true,
My best guide now. Methought it was the sound
Of riot and ill-managed merriment,
Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipe
Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds,
When, for their teeming flocks and granges full,
In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan,
And thank the gods amiss. I should be loth
To meet the rudeness and swill'd insolence
Of such late wassailers; yet O where else
Shall I inform my unacquainted feet
In the blind mazes of this tangled wood?
My brothers, when they saw me wearied out
With this long way, resolving here to lodge
Under the spreading favour of these pines,
Stepped, as they said, to the next thicket-side
To bring me berries, or such cooling fruit
As the kind hospitable woods provide.
They left me then when the grey-hooded Even
Like a sad votarist in palmer’s weed
Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phœbus’ wain.
But where they are, and why they came not back,
Is now the labour of my thoughts. ’Tis likeliest
They had engaged their wandering steps too far;
And envious darkness, ere they could return,
Had stole them from me: else O thievish Night,
Why shouldst thou, but for some felonious end,
In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars
That Nature hung in Heav'n, and fill'd their lamps
With everlasting oil, to give due light
To the misled and lonely traveller?
This is the place, as well as I may guess,
Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth
Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear,
Yet nought but single darkness do I find.
What might this be? A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory
Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire
And airy tongues that syllable men’s names
On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
These thoughts may startle well, but not astound
The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended
By a strong siding champion, Conscience.
O welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings,
And thou unblemished form of Chastity!
I see ye visibly, and now believe
That He, the Supreme Good, t'whom all things ill
Are but as slavish officers of vengeance,
Would send a glistering guardian if need were
To keep my life and honour unassail'd.
Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
I did not err, there does a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night,
And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
I cannot hallo to my brothers, but
Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest
I’ll venture, for my new-enliven'd spirits
Prompt me; and they perhaps are not far off.

(John Milton's Comus, lines 170-229)


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Lost in the woods. Simplicity: myth, fairy tale, something close to us, something serious. All Milton's poetry has this same radical directness: as if he's struck a line through all the other poetic agendas of his time, and starts from somewhere else. He was the most learned poet, yet the poem's engagement with the reader is characterized by simplicity. 

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Milton's Comus is perhaps the only masque that most of us casual poetry fans know. By placing it at the end of his Poems of 1645, with the title A Mask Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634. &c., Milton offered it to the reader as a poem, but a poem with a framing context,  an implication of the poem being something else than just a poem. 

But whereas most later developments of this fertile idea propose a fictional context (e.g. Wordsworth's "Written with a Slate Pencil, on a Stone, on the Side of the Mountain of Black Comb". . .) , this one was true. Comus really had been a masque, performed as stated, at Ludlow Castle in Shrophire, then the luxuriously furnished seat of the Council in the Marches of Wales. (After the civil war it was allowed to fall in to decay.)

Not all the lines that we read today were delivered on that memorable Michaelmas night (29 September, 1634). Milton made some later additions. There were also performance cuts, which can be seen by comparing the Trinity MS (representing Milton's draft) with the Bridgewater MS (apparently a prompt copy from the performance). 

The speech I've quoted, for instance, was quite drastically reduced (as shown by the italics). The Lady in the Ludlow performance -- that is, the real Lady -- was the fifteen-year-old Alice Egerton. Masquers always played themselves. But Alice didn't speak the lines about the "gray-hooded Even" (188-190), and after "Had stole them from me" (195) her script jumped briskly to "I cannot hallo" (226), preparing for the delivery of her song.

John Egerton (eleven) and Thomas Egerton (nine) also played themselves: the Elder and Second Brother respectively. Their lines were a little slimmed down, too. Doubtless this was all organized by the children's tutor Henry Lawes, who himself played the Attendant Spirit. 

These three children of the Earl of Bridgewater were experienced masquers. Alice and John had been two of the Influences in Inigo Jones' spectacular production of Tempe Restored (Aurelian Townshend, Shrove-Tuesday 1632); their elder sister Catherine had taken part too. [John appears in the list of masquers under the title of Lord Ellesmere.]

John and Thomas had been in Thomas Carew's Coelum Brittannicum (18 February 1634) among the "troop of young Lords and Noble-mens sonnes, bearing Torches of Virgin-wax, these were apparelled after the old Brittish fashion in white Coats, embroydered with silver, girt, and full gathered, cut square coller'd, and round caps on their heads, with a white feather wreathen about them". 

Surely all three children had also taken part in Arcades (4 May 1634), the country-house masque in honour of their grandmother Alice, the Countess of Derby, for which Milton, at Lawes' request, had supplied some verse.  (The Countess of Derby had been a masquer herself. She had taken part in Ben Jonson's Masque of Queens back in 1609.)

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Yet Comus feels different from all other masques of the time. Masques accompany an earthly celebration in which court or guests or family and friends pay tribute to someone. (In this case, the Earl of Bridgewater, the children's father, taking up the post of Lord Lieutenant of Wales.) Such drama as exists in other masques is usually a matter of e.g. manufactured ructions among the classical gods in response to the outstanding achievement being honoured today. For instance, in Coelum Britannicum the conceit is that Jove and Juno have mended their ways in emulation of the virtues of Charles and Henrietta, and now intend to rename the heavenly constellations to take out references to Jove's wild amours. The classical gods, played by professional actors, did most of the speaking. The modest role of the masquers/guests was to play themselves, largely as dancers or performers of simple ritual gestures. 

 Already, in Arcades, Milton sees the potential in focussing on the guests' journey rather than the burlesque flurries of Olympus. Even in Arcades, the result is a sobriety and reverence that allows a deeper engagement with the drama.

In Comus Milton takes the idea further. His three Egerton family masquers are still playing themselves, but they now have major speaking parts and are involved in dramatic scenes with each other and with others. I don't know of any other masque that even slightly resembles Comus in the amount of dramatic speech and action allotted to the real people in the masque. 

Women masquers had taken silent parts in the earliest of Jonson's masques -- Anne of Denmark was an enthusiastic participant. But had there ever been any meaningful precedent to what the audience witnessed at Ludlow on 29 September 1634:  a woman (Alice),  supposedly playing herself but undeniably acting a fictional adventure in face-to-face confrontation with a fictional character (Comus, thought to have been performed by a professional actor) : performing a speaking (and singing) role on a large scale before a large audience?  *

The idea of the masquers journeying to the celebration has grown into an adventure on the way, an adventure in the wild country that lies between safe dwellings. 

                                             But their way
Lies through the perplex'd paths of this drear wood,
The nodding horror of whose shady brows
Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger. 

(Comus, ll. 36-39)


The story plays into deeply-held social anxieties about letting the children of gentlefolk, especially the girls, stray out into a world where they could be waylaid by ruffians. Yet it's apparent that this wood represents much more than the fear of wild Welshmen or Hertfordshire hinds. It also represents the World, that place of temptation for all Christians, a spiritual arena from which it isn't possible to shield children indefinitely. 

When the tempter Comus steps forth, he is a kind of classical figure (son of Circe) but he isn't a burlesque or a decorative flourish. He's a confrontation that none of us can escape. It has the seriousness of a fairy tale. 



Title page of the first publication of Comus (1637)


[Image source: Wikipedia .]

The motto comes from Virgil's Eclogues (II, 58-59):

Eheu quid volui misero mihi! floribus austrum Perditus ("Alas! what harm did I wish upon my wretched self by allowing the south wind to blow upon my flowers?").   

John Milton's name didn't appear, and the motto seems to express mixed feelings about going public.


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Rosemary Karmelich Mundhenk, "Dark Scandal and the Sun-Clad Power of Chastity: The Historical Milieu of Milton's Comus" (Studies in English Literature 1500-1900, Vol 15 No 1 (Winter, 1975)):

Informative on the historical context, the Castlehaven scandal (the terrible sexual mistreatment of the Countess's elder sister by her husband, executed in 1631), the performance cuts and later revisions. Many scholars, however, think that the Castlehaven scandal isn't something Milton would want to allude to in the slightest degree. I think so too, but, the dark threat of Comus will, for many readers, seem to resonate with their imagination of the deranged Earl of Castlehaven and his servants. A poem's meaning can never be controlled by its author, and still less by other readers. 

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Below, two pages from a very useful site put together by Helen L. Hull, Meg F. Pearson, and Erin A. Sadlack. The site also contains the four early texts of Comus (Trinity, Bridgewater, 1637, 1645). 

A Performance History of Comus: (HPS Perf Hist)
An Egerton Family History:

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A scene from Lucy Bailey's Comus, with Emma Curtis as The Lady/Alice Egerton

[Image source: https://europeanstages.org/2017/05/05/john-miltons-comus-a-masque-presented-at-ludlow-castle-shakespeares-globe-london/ . Image supplied by Shakespeare's Globe, London.]

Informative article by Neil Forsyth, on the occasion of Lucy Bailey's Globe production of Comus in 2016:

https://europeanstages.org/2017/05/05/john-miltons-comus-a-masque-presented-at-ludlow-castle-shakespeares-globe-london/

(It's mostly taken from his John Milton: A Biography (2008), a book that I've managed to download, though I'm not sure how legally or safely.)

One thing I hadn't read elsewhere: "The Egerton children, Alice in particular, had in the times right before the performance of the masque, complained of demonic possession, and had been treated with protective amulets and St. John’s wort."

(This information comes from Barbara Breasted's "Another Bewitching of Lady Alice Egerton, the Lady of Comus", Notes and Queries 17 (1970), pp. 411-412 -- but I haven't seen this.)

The biography adds "by the well-known physician John Napier". Not well known to me. Is this a mistake for Richard Napier, the astrological specialist?

The Egerton family certainly consulted with Richard Napier. Here's Boyd Brogan's presentation of the Richard Napier/Egerton cases: https://casebooks.lib.cam.ac.uk/using-the-casebooks/meet-the-patients/the-egertons 

The Egerton casebooks are mainly about Magdalen and Alice (to some degree Penelope),  but I cannot track down anything like the details mentioned by Barbara Breasted. It's true that on 15 October 1632 (letter of Robert Napier) the Countess was wondering if Alice's fits might be due to bewitchment by the disaffected husband of their gentlewoman Mrs Quicke. In response Richard Napier cast an astrological figure but his conclusions are not recorded.

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Milton's child masquers were perhaps the three youngest children of John Egerton, First Earl of Bridgewater (1579 - 4 December 1649) and his wife Frances née Stanley (m. 1602, d. 11 March 1636). I say "perhaps" because information online is confused and contradictory. The DNB (2004) says there were 15 children (entry for Frances Stanley) or 11 children (entry for John Egerton). I have seen mention of 14 names, and I've managed to gather some information about 12 of them.  


1. Frances (m.  February 1621 to Sir John Hobart. The eldest daughter, according to the DNB entry on Frances Stanley.  d. 27 November 1664)
2. Arabella (m. 1623 to the politician Oliver St John, d. c. 1669)
3. Elizabeth b. c. 1604 (m. David Cecil, Earl of Exeter, d. 1688)
4. Mary (b. c. 1606, m. Richard Herbert, Baron Herbert of Chirbury, d. 1659)
5. Penelope (b. 17 August 1610; appeared as a masquer in Jonson's Chloridia (Shrove Tuesday 1631), the last of his collaborations with Inigo Jones; married Robert Napier, nephew of the astrologer).
6. Catherine (Katherine) (b. 1611, m. the merchant William Courten, d. c. 25 March 1651)
7. Magdalen (b. 7 August 1615, m. Sir Gervase Cutler, d. 1664)
8. James died in childhood (b. 21 Sep 1616, d. c Dec 1620)
9. Charles died in childhood (b. c. 1617, d. c Apr 1623)
10. Alice (b. 13 June 1619. After her mother's death (1636), took care of her semi-invalid father until his own death in 1649. Married Richard Vaughan, Earl of Carbery in 1652, d. circa July 1689)
11. John, Viscount Brackley (b. 30 May 1623, d. 26 October 1686) -- heir to the earldom, his two elder brothers being already dead by the time of his birth.
12. Thomas (b. 1625, d. 1648)

There may also have been:

13? Anne.  Mentioned in thepeerage.com, referencing the DNB (but evidently not the 2004 entries I've seen); I can't find any other information about her.
14? Cecilia.  Mentioned in thepeerage.com, referencing the DNB (but evidently not the 2004 entries I've seen); I can't find any other information about her.
15?  Another daughter, if the figures given in the 2004 DNB entry for Frances Stanley are correct (15 children: 11 daughters and four sons).

Main sources:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Egerton,_1st_Earl_of_Bridgewater  (which says there were only eight children) 
DNB entry for Frances Stanley (2004):
DNB entry for John Egerton, first Earl of Bridgewater (2004):

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*  Women taking part in Masques

Anne of Denmark commissioned and danced in a number of masques from 1604-09. E.g. Samuel Daniel's The Vision of the Twelve Goddesses (1604), Ben Jonson's Masque of Blackness (1605), etc. 

Another masque with women speakers:

Cupid's Banishment: A Maske Presented to Her Maiesty by Younge Gentlewomen of the Ladies Hall, in Deptford, Greenwich the 4th of May 1617  (Robert White)

See Clare McManus, Silenced voices / speaking bodies: female performance and cultural agency in the court of Anne of Denmark (1603-19), PhD thesis (University of Warwick), 1997.


On the two women speakers (Circe and Harmony) in Tempe Restored:

Melinda J. Gough, "'Not as Myself': The Queen's Voice in Tempe Restored", Modern Philology Vol 101 (2003):















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Tuesday, September 08, 2020

the bright uncounted Pow'rs





I've become rather obsessed recently with the poetry of William Collins (1721 - 1759). It began with seeing this epigraph to Chapter III of Scott's Anne of Geierstein (1829):


Cursed be the gold and silver, which persuade
Weak man to follow far fatiguing trade.
The lily, peace, outshines the silver store,
And life is dearer than the golden ore.
Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown,
To every distant mart and wealthy town.
                                                  Hassan, or the Camel-driver.


This comes from the second of Collins' early Persian Eclogues. The poem starts out like this:


SCENE, the Desart. TIME, MID-DAY.

In silent Horror o'er the Desart-Waste
The Driver Hassan with his Camels past.
One Cruise of Water on his Back he bore,
And his light Scrip contain'd a scanty Store:
A Fan of painted Feathers in his Hand,
To guard his shaded Face from scorching Sand.
The sultry Sun had gain'd the middle Sky,
And not a Tree, and not an Herb was nigh.
The Beasts, with Pain, their dusty Way pursue,
Shrill roar'd the Winds, and dreary was the View!
With desp'rate Sorrow wild th' affrighted Man
Thrice sigh'd, thrice strook his Breast, and thus began:
Sad was the Hour, and luckless was the Day,
When first from Schiraz' Walls I bent my Way.


William Collins was born in Chichester, the son of a hatter. He is said to have written the four Persian Eclogues while still at Winchester College, but they were not published until 1742 when he was at Oxford. The idea of transplanting the classical eclogue into exotic settings was a novel one, and these simple attractive poems would become popular (mainly after his death, e.g. with Langhorne's 1765 edition).

What followed, in Collins' brief active career as a poet, made significantly more radical demands on the reader. 


II
The Band, as Fairy Legends say,
Was wove on that creating Day,
When He, who call'd with Thought to Birth
Yon tented Sky, this laughing Earth,
And drest with Springs and Forests tall,
And pour'd the Main engirting all,
Long by the lov'd Enthusiast woo'd,
Himself in some Diviner Mood,
Retiring, sate with her alone,
And plac'd her on his Saphire Throne,
The whiles, the vaulted Shrine around,
Seraphic Wires were heard to sound,
Now sublimest Triumph swelling,
Now on Love and Mercy dwelling;
And she, from out the veiling Cloud,
Breath'd her magic Notes aloud:
And Thou, Thou rich-hair'd Youth of Morn,
And all thy subject Life was born!
The dang'rous Passions kept aloof,
Far from the sainted growing Woof:
But near it sat Ecstatic Wonder,
List'ning the deep applauding Thunder:
And Truth, in sunny Vest array'd,
By whose the Tarsel's Eyes were made;
All the shad'wy Tribes of Mind
In braided Dance their Murmurs join'd,
And all the bright uncounted Pow'rs,
Who feed on Heav'n's ambrosial Flow'rs.
Where is the Bard, whose Soul can now
Its high presuming Hopes avow?
Where He who thinks, with Rapture blind,
This hallow'd Work for Him design'd?


(the Epode, or strictly Mesode, the second of the three sections making up Collins' Ode on the Poetical Character)

Collins' poetic world is an extreme one. His idea of the poet is not so much a maker or an artist with a social dimension, as a rare visionary concerned with heaven. Milton is his model. 

But the manner of the poetry is Collins' own: the incessant imagery and allegory, the allusions, inversions and condensations that often leave us wondering who and where and what we're talking about, but euphoric with the elevation and feeling like a new door of perception has been opened, even unhinged. (This is where the obsessional bit comes in.) 

Band, Woof: Compared to Florimel's girdle of chastity (Faerie Queene IV.5), this is Fancy's "Cest", bestowed by her on the true poet. This section describes its creation. 
He: God.
The lov'd Enthusiast, her, she: Fancy, the image-making power.
Saphire Throne: Compare Milton's At a Solemn Music: where the sisters Voice and Verse present "That undisturbèd Song of pure content, / Ay sung before the saphire-colour'd throne / To Him that sits theron" (I can't avoid hearing the strains of Parry's 1887 choral version). Milton's poem is a principal foundation for Collins' poem, but Milton might have been horrified by Collins' assertion that God places Fancy herself on the sapphire throne. (The ultimate source of the image is Ezekiel 1:26, and cf. Exodus 24:10. Is it too obvious to add that we're talking about the blue sky?) 
Thou rich-hair'd Youth of Morn: the sun, hence Apollo, hence the divinely inspired Poet.
Tarsel: Strictly any male falcon, but perhaps meaning an eagle (traditionally supposed to be able to gaze directly at the sun). 


[I was helped by these essays:

Patricia Meyer Spacks, "Collins' Imagery" (Studies in Philology, 1965)


Gerald A. Kirk, "Collins' Love Poem: 'Ode on the Poetical Character'" (South Central Review, 1984)


Casey Finch, "Immediacy in the Odes of William Collins" (Eighteenth-Century Studies, 1987)



Highly recommended!

Thomas Weiskel, The Romantic Sublime: Studies in the Structure and Psychology of Transcendence (2019), Ch 5, "The Sublime as Romance: Two Texts from Collins":


 (The texts in question are the "Ode to Fear" and the "Ode on the Poetical Character"). 

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William Collins' Poetical Works (1865) on Project Gutenberg:


(It includes the splendid appreciation by Sir Egerton Brydges, and John Langhorne's influential Observations on the Eclogues and Odes.)


An 1815 edition of William Collins' Poetical Works:


It also includes Samuel Johnson's brief and moving "Life of Collins":

. . . . His poems are the productions of a mind not deficient in fire, nor unfurnished with knowledge either of books or life, but somewhat obstructed in its progress by deviation in quest of mistaken beauties. 
     His morals were pure, and his opinions pious; in a long continuance of poverty, and long habits of dissipation, it cannot be expected that any character should be exactly uniform.  There is a degree of want by which the freedom of agency is almost destroyed; and long association with fortuitous companions will at last relax the strictness of truth, and abate the fervour of sincerity.  That this man, wise and virtuous as he was, passed always unentangled through the snares of life, it would be prejudice and temerity to affirm; but it may be said that at least he preserved the source of action unpolluted, that his principles were never shaken, that his distinctions of right and wrong were never confounded, and that his faults had nothing of malignity or design, but proceeded from some unexpected pressure, or casual temptation.
    The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness.  He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.  These clouds which he perceived gathering on his intellect he endeavoured to disperse by travel, and passed into France; but found himself constrained to yield to his malady, and returned.  He was for some time confined in a house of lunatics, and afterwards retired to the care of his sister in Chichester, where death, in 1756, came to his relief.
    After his return from France, the writer of this character paid him a visit at Islington, where he was waiting for his sister, whom he had directed to meet him.  There was then nothing of disorder discernible in his mind by any but himself; but he had withdrawn from study, and travelled with no other book than an English Testament, such as children carry to the school.  When his friend took it into his hand, out of curiosity to see what companion a man of letters had chosen, ‘I have but one book,’ said Collins, ‘but that is the best.’”


Collins' last major poem was An Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland, Considered as the Subject of Poetry. 

Here he argues for the intrinsic worth of traditional legends and superstitions as material for the poet; though they aren't true in the narrow sense, yet rehearsing them releases images that invoke a deeper truth. This is a more concrete and moderate elaboration of the high-pitched ideas about Fancy in the Ode on the Poetical Character (and see also the Ode to Fear). Here's the second stanza:


There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill,
'Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet;
Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet
Beneath each birken shade on mead or hill.
There each trim lass that skims the milky store,
To the swart tribes their creamy bowl allots;
By night they sip it round the cottage-door,
While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.
There every herd, by sad experience, knows
How, wing'd with fate, their elf-shot arrows fly;
When the sick ewe her summer food foregoes,
Or, stretch'd on earth, the heart-smit heifers lie.
Such airy beings awe th' untutor'd swain:
Nor thou, though learn'd, his homelier thoughts neglect;
Let thy sweet muse the rural faith sustain:
These are the themes of simple, sure effect,
That add new conquests to her boundless reign,
And fill, with double force, her heart-commanding strain.

swart tribes: brownies. Traditionally each house or farm had only a single brownie. Compare the lines in Milton's L'Allegro about the "drudging goblin". Collins seems to reduce the household spirits in size and to enjoy the picture of them sipping communally from a single dish. 


And here's the twelfth stanza:


In scenes like these, which, daring to depart
From sober truth, are still to nature true,
And call forth fresh delight to Fancy's view,
Th' heroic muse employ'd her TASSO'S art!
How have I trembled, when at TANCRED'S stroke,
In gushing blood the gaping cypress pour'd;
When each live plant with mortal accents spoke,
And the wild blast upheav'd the vanish'd sword!
How have I sat, when pip'd the pensive wind,
To hear his harp by British FAIRFAX strung.
Prevailing poet, whose undoubting mind
Believ'd the magic wonders which he sung!
Hence at each sound imagination glows;
Hence his warm lay with softest sweetness flows;
Melting it flows, pure, numerous, strong and clear,
And fills th' impassion'd heart, and wins th' harmonious ear.

Fairfax: Edward Fairfax, translator of Tasso. 


Johnson mentioned the poem as lost, but this jogged the memory of Alexander Carlyle, who rediscovered the manuscript among the papers of a friend of John Home (the poem's dedicatee). The poem was read at the Literary Club of the Royal Society of Edinburgh in 1784. The manuscript contains several lacunae.

Text, preserving the lacunae: 

An anonymous pamphlet of 1788 claimed to contain Collins' complete and final revision of the poem. This is the text that appeared in most nineteenth-century editions, including the 1815 and 1865 editions linked above. Happy nineteenth-century readers, able to enjoy what they supposed was the authentic and complete text of one of Collins' best poems! 

Walter C. Bronson's 1898 edition, laying out the detailed arguments for regarding the Anonymous Edition as fraudulent (see p. 121 - 132):




The Anonymous Edition is most interesting for its interpolated Stanza Five:

To monarchs dear, some hundred miles astray,
Oft have they seen Fate give the fatal blow!
The Seer, in Sky, shriek'd as the blood did flow,
When headless Charles warm on the scaffold lay!
As Boreas threw his young Aurora forth,
In the first year of the first George's reign,
And battles rag'd in welkin of the North,
They mourn'd in air, fell Rebellion, slain!
And as, of late, they joy'd in Preston's fight,
Saw at sad Falkirk, all their hopes near crown'd!
They rav'd! divining, thro' their Second Sight,
Pale, red Culloden, where these hopes were drown'd!
Illustrious William! Britain's guardian name!
One William sav'd us from a tyrant's stroke;
He, for a sceptre, gain'd heroic fame,
But thou, more glorious, Slavery's chain hast broke,
To reign a private man, and bow to Freedom's yoke!


Aurora: On 6 March 1716 there was a spectacular display of the Aurora Borealis (Northern Lights) in southern England. This is an unusual sight so far south. Observers described the display as armies fighting in the sky. It occurred at a time when political tensions were high. Many were horrified by the public execution of Lords Derwentwater and Kenmure, two leaders of the 1715 Jacobite rebellion, at Tower Hill on 24 February 1716.  Whig authors like Defoe and Addison claimed (perhaps falsely) that Tory Jacobite sympathizers were indulging in "Highland" babble about the aurora and its dire prognostications; they, on the other hand, insisted that celestial phenomena had natural causes. (E.g. the predictable recurrence of Halley's comet. Sir Edmund Halley took great interest in the 1716 aurora, and was dismissive of "battles in the air".) 

Some earlier editions of Collins' poems absurdly state that the aurora borealis (northern lights) were never mentioned prior to 1716, so cannot have existed. But between 1621 (Galileo) and 1716 (Halley) there do indeed seem to be remarkably few reports of auroral sightings, compared with the centuries before and after. Doubtless there was still some high-latitude auroral activity. But lower-latitude aurorae usually occur after geomagnetic storms, which in turn are caused by sunspots, so the Maunder Minimum (a period of very low sunspot activity in 1645-1715) could reasonably account for the lack of reports. This was also the period of the "Little Ice Age" (1650 onwards), but that may be unconnected. (The currently predominant hypothesis is that the Little Ice Age was caused by volcanic activity.) 

This is a complicated subject. I found these articles useful:

Lord Derwentwater's Lights: Prediction and the Aurora Polaris (Patricia Fara, 1996)
Maunder Minimum (Wikipedia)
Auroral Observations in Finland-Visual Sightings during the 18th and 19th Centuries
(Heikki Nevanlinna, 1995)


Illustrious William: William, Duke of Cumberland (1721 - 1765), youngest son of George II. The victor of Culloden, also known as "Butcher Cumberland" for the harshness of his reprisals. The victory was widely celebrated in England. Compared in subsequent lines to William III (1650 - 1702).

This may all be the fraudulent 1788 version, but it reminds us that when Collins wrote his Highlands Ode in 1749, it would have had a political dimension. It was only four years since the 1745 rebellion. And the topic of highland superstition would recall the auroral controversies that followed the 1715 rebellion.

Though this stanza is spurious, Collins had himself written in praise of the Duke of Cumberland, in Ode, to a Lady on the Death of Colonel Ross in the Action of Fontenoy. When he published his Odes (Dec 1746) he added stanzas 7-8, not in the original publication (June 1746), envisioning William's return to the scene of his defeat with "sated sword"; perhaps that referred to his triumph at Culloden (April 1746) or to his mooted return to the Schelde. As it turned out William did return, and was defeated again at Laffaelt (1747); and perhaps it was Collins who withdrew the two new stanzas from the ode's subsequent appearance in Dodsley's Collection (1748).

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Another post on William Collins:




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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

John Dryden (1631 - 1700)


John Dryden (portrait by John Michael Wright, c. 1668)
[This recently identified painting was purchased by the National Portrait Gallery in 2009 (Image from ArtFund)]

Scattered notes written in 2001 and 2004...

Dryden’s Poems

January 2001. For the last four months or so I’ve been reading Dryden. It began with an accidental dip into the Auden/Pearson anthology of English poetry - a book my father acquired from a brief dalliance with Heron Books, a sort of classic book club. He passed it on to me when I began university twenty-five years ago. I’ve always used it, and it survived the purge of my library in 1996 - by choice not accident; I wanted to keep the canon by me.

So, I dipped in Volume III, my least-loved period in English verse. Then I wanted to read Absalom and Achitophel in full, so I went to Waterstone’s. There was no Dryden at all - I was astonished, and then of course hooked on the quest. A second-hand bookshop in Bath supplied further inadequate selections, eagerly devoured. Then came the Arthos selection, found in St Leonards on Sea; like all in the Signet series, generous and attractive. Finally the Oxford Poems, borrowed from Frome library, and - ordered from bookshop - the cheap Wordsworth volume - £2.99, and as complete as any.

[This curious hiatus of Drydens didn’t last; there are now, it seems, a mass of Selected Drydens in the shops (2002).]

Dryden is a poet who can’t quite be made to fit into a single volume. But after many years I can more or less claim that I have read another “complete” English poet, to add to Shakespeare, Marlowe, Jonson, Milton and Keats; but that was all a long time ago. It means more now; there’s less time. And I have really immersed: I feel like saying (as biographers do) “Dryden has been a good companion”. Indeed, I don’t want it to end. I have an eighteenth-century volume of Plutarch with an introductory Life by Dryden; his prose too is a fine thing – though somehow a bewilderingly different thing.

None of the books mentioned is really complete because there’s no Aeneid - though I have since discovered that this has an unexpectedly vigorous life on the Internet, since it’s invariably the translation used by those benefactors who have made Virgil available on their websites. I was at first misled into thinking that the bulky Oxford volume was complete but it’s a selection, pointedly excluding The Hind and the Panther. I appreciate the polemical gesture, but don’t really condone it; a poet’s original work, however unsatisfactory, must always supply a fuller idea of the writer than translations. And whether Hazlitt is right to say this, it is certainly a higly defensible claim, that  “it has more genius, vehemence, and strength of description that any other of Dryden’s works, not excepting the Absolom and Achitophel. It also contains the finest examples of varied and sounding versification...” You need The Hind and the Panther to sign off Dryden.  

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