Authors, English -- 19th century -- Biography; Southey, Robert, 1774-1843
loyalty alone made it possible for Southey to pursue literature as his
profession, and the friendship, no less precious, of Grosvenor Bedford,
lasting green and fresh from boyhood until both were white-haired,
venerable men.
Southey’s interest in boyish sports was too slight to beguile him from
the solitude needful for the growth of a poet’s mind. He had thoughts
of continuing Ovid’s Metamorphoses; he planned six books to complete
the Faery Queen, and actually wrote some cantos; already the subject
of _Madoc_ was chosen. And now a gigantic conception, which at a later
time was to bear fruit in such poems as _Thalaba_ and _Kehama_, formed
itself in his mind “When I was a schoolboy at Westminster,” he writes “I
frequented the house of a schoolfellow who has continued till this day
to be one of my most intimate and dearest friends. The house was so near
Dean’s Yard that it was hardly considered as being out of our prescribed
bounds; and I had free access to the library, a well-stored and pleasant
room ... looking over the river. There many of my truant hours were
delightfully spent in reading Picart’s _Religious Ceremonies_. The book
impressed my imagination strongly; and before I left school I had formed
the intention of exhibiting all the more prominent and poetical forms of
mythology, which have at any time obtained among mankind, by making each
the groundwork of an heroic poem.” Southey’s huge design was begotten
upon his _pia mater_ by a folio in a library. A few years earlier
Wordsworth, a boy of fourteen, walking between Hawkshead and Ambleside,
noticed the boughs and leaves of an oak-tree intensely outlined in black
against a bright western sky. “That moment,” he says, “was important in
my poetical history, for I date from it my consciousness of the infinite
variety of natural appearances which had been unnoticed by the poets of
any age or country, so far as I was acquainted with them; and I made
a resolution to supply in some degree the deficiency.” Two remarkable
incidents in the history of English poetry, and each with something in it
of a typical character.
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