Poets, English -- 19th century -- Biography; Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron, 1809-1892
and Blackmore has never been reckoned adequate. _Vivien_ was first
composed as _Merlin and Nimue_, and then _Geraint and Enid_ was adapted
from the _Mabinogion_, the Welsh collection of _Märchen_ and legends,
things of widely different ages, now rather Celtic, or Brythonic, now
amplifications made under the influence of mediæval French romance.
_Enid_ was finished in Wales in August, and Tennyson learned Welsh enough
to be able to read the _Mabinogion_, which is much more of Welsh than
many Arthurian critics possess. The two first Idylls were privately
printed in the summer of 1857, being very rare and much desired of
collectors in this embryonic shape. In July _Guinevere_ was begun, in
the middle, with Arthur’s valedictory address to his erring consort. In
autumn Tennyson visited the late Duke of Argyll at Inveraray: he was much
attached to the Duke—unlike Professor Huxley. Their love of nature, the
Duke being as keen-eyed as the poet was short-sighted, was one tie of
union. The Indian Mutiny, or at least the death of Havelock, was the
occasion of lines which the author was too wise to include in any of his
volumes: the poem on Lucknow was of later composition.
_Guinevere_ was completed in March 1858; and Tennyson met Mr Swinburne,
then very young. “What I particularly admired in him was that he did not
press upon me any verses of his own.” Tennyson would have found more to
admire if he had pressed for a sight of the verses. Neither he nor Mr
Matthew Arnold was very encouraging to young poets: they had no sons in
Apollo, like Ben Jonson. But both were kept in a perpetual state of
apprehension by the army of versifiers who send volumes by post, to whom
that can only be said what Tennyson did say to one of them, “As an
amusement to yourself and your friends, the writing it” (verse) “is all
very well.” It is the friends who do not find it amusing, while the
stranger becomes the foe. The psychology of these pests of the Muses is
bewildering. They do not seem to read poetry, only to write it and
launch it at unoffending strangers. If they bought each other’s books,
all of them could afford to publish.
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