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\n\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tChapter X <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t The Course of English Poetry \u00ad 2<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t Elizabethan Drama<\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t Shakespeare and the Poetry of the Life-Spirit<\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tT<\/font>HE ELIZABETHAN<\/b> age, perhaps the era of most opulent
\noutput in the long history of English poetic genius, is abundant, untrammelled and unbridled in its power, but
\nnot satisfying in its performance. Beautiful as are many of its productions, powerful as it is in the mass, if we look at it not
\nin detail, not merely revelling in beauty of line and phrase and image, in snatches of song and outbursts of poetic richness and
\ncreative force, but as a whole, in its total artistic creation, it bears a certain stamp of defect and failure. It cannot be placed
\nfor a moment as a supreme force of excellence in literary culture by the side of the great ages of Greek and Roman poetry which
\nstarted with an equal, if different creative impetus, but more self-knowledge. But, unhappily, it falls short too in aesthetic
\neffect and virtue in comparison with other poetic periods less essentially vigorous and mobile in their plastic force; it has an
\ninferior burden of meaning and, if a coursing of richer life-blood, no settled fullness of spirit and a less adequate body of forms.
\nThe great magician, Shakespeare, by his marvellous poetic rendering of life and the spell his poetry casts upon us, conceals this
\ngeneral inadequacy of the work of his time: the whole age which he embodies is magnified by his presence and the adjacent paler
\nfigures catch something of the light and kinship of his glory and appear in it more splendid than they are. But Shakespeare is an
\nexception, a genius that transcends all laws, a miracle of poetic force; he survives untouched all adverse criticism, not because
\nthere are not plenty of fairly large spots in this sun, but because in any complete view of him they disappear in the greatness of <\/p>\n

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\nhis lustre. Spenser and Marlowe are poets of a high order, great in spite of an eventual failure. But the rest owe their stature to an
\nuplifting power in the age and not chiefly to their own intrinsic height of genius; and that power had many vices, flaws and
\nserious limitations which their work exaggerates wilfully rather than avoids, so that it is only exceptionally free from glaring
\nflaws. The gold of this golden age of English poetry is often very beautifully and richly wrought, but it is seldom worked into
\na perfect artistic whole; it disappears continually in masses of alloy, and there is on the whole more of a surface gold-dust than
\nof the deeper yield of the human spirit. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe defect of this Elizabethan work is most characteristic
\nand prominent in that part of it which has been vaunted as its chief title to greatness, its drama. Shakespeare and Marlowe can
\nbe looked at in their separate splendours; but the rest of Elizabethan dramatic work is a brilliantly smoky nebula, powerful
\nin effort rather than sound and noble in performance. All its vigorous presentation of life has not been able to keep it alive;
\nit is dead or keeps only “the dusty immortality of the libraries”, and this in spite of the attention drawn to it in quite recent times
\nby scholars and critics and the hyperbolic eulogies of two or three eminent writers. This is not to say that it has not merits
\nand, in a way, very striking merits. The Elizabethan playwrights were men of a confident robust talent; some of them had real,
\nif an intermittent genius. They had too the use of the language of an age in which the power of literary speech was a common
\npossession and men were handling the language with delight as a quite new and rich instrument, lavishly and curiously, turning
\nit this way and that, moulding and new-moulding it, exulting in its novel capacities of expression. The first elements of the
\ndramatic form, the temper and some of the primary faculties which go to make dramatic creation possible were there in the
\nliterary spirit of the age, and all these writers in more or less degree possessed these things and could use them. A certain
\nforce of vital creation was common to them all, a vigorous turn for the half romantic, half realistic reproduction of life and
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\nof incident and movement was there, much power of exuberant dialogue, a knack of
\nexpression both in verse and prose, some skill in the trick of putting the
\nlanguage of the passions into the mouth of cleverly constructed human figures
\nwhich walk actively about the stage, if not in a quite natural manner, yet with
\nenough of it to give for the time the illusion of living creatures. Especially,
\nit was a time in which there was a fresh and vivid interest in life and man and
\naction, in the adventure and wonder and appeal of the mere vital phenomenon of
\nliving and feeling and thinking, and their work is full of this freshness and
\ninterest and intense spontaneous delight in living and acting. All this, it
\nmight be thought, is quite enough to build a great dramatic poetry; and
\ncertainly, if we require no more than this, we shall give a prominent place to
\nthe Elizabethan drama, higher perhaps than to the Greek or any other. But these
\nthings are enough only to produce plays which will live their time on the stage
\nand in the library; they are not, by themselves, sufficient for great dramatic
\ncreation. Something else is needed for that, which we get in
\nShakespeare, in Racine, Corneille and Moliere, in Calderon, in the great Greeks, in the leading Sanskrit dramatists; but these
\nother Elizabethans show themselves in the bulk of their work to be rather powerful writers and playwrights than inspired
\ndramatic poets and creators. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDramatic poetry cannot live by the mere presentation of
\nlife and action and the passions, however truly they may be portrayed or however vigorously and abundantly pushed across
\nthe scene. Its object is something greater and its conditions of success much more onerous. It must have, to begin with, as the
\nfount of its creation or in its heart an interpretative vision and in that vision an explicit or implicit seeing idea of life and the
\nhuman being; and the vital presentation which is its outward instrument, must arise out of that deeper sight harmoniously,
\nwhether by a spontaneous creation, as in Shakespeare, or by the compulsion of an intuitive artistic will, as with the Greeks. This
\ninterpretative vision and seeing idea have in the presentation to seem to arise out of the inner life of a few vital types of the
\nhuman soul or individual representatives of its enigma and to <\/p>\n

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\nwork themselves out through an evolution of speech leading to an evolution of action. And of these two speech in the drama
\nis the first and more important instrument, because through it the poet reveals the action of the soul; outward action and event
\nare only the second, important, but less essential, reducible even to an indispensable minimum, because the outward movements
\nserve only to make visible and concrete to us the result of the inner action and have no other intrinsic purpose. In all very great
\ndrama the true movement and result is psychological; and the outward action, even when it is considerable, and the consummating event, even though loud and violent, are either its symbol or else its condition of culmination. All has to be cast into a close
\ndramatic form, a successful weaving of interdependent relations, relations of soul to soul, of speech to speech, of action to action,
\nthe more close and inevitable the better, because so the truth of the whole evolution comes home to us. And if it is asked what
\nin a word is the essential purpose of all this creation, I think we might possibly say that drama is the poet’s vision of some part of
\nthe world-act in the life of the human soul, it is in a way his vision of Karma, in an extended and very flexible sense of the word; and
\nat its highest point it becomes a poetic rendering or illustration of the Aeschylean
\ndrasanti pathein<\/i>, “the doer shall feel the effect
\nof his act,” in an inner as well as an outer, a happy no less than an austere significance, whether that effect be represented
\nas psychological or vital, whether it comes to its own through sorrow and calamity, ends in a judgment by laughter or finds an
\nescape into beauty and joy, whether the presentation be tragic or comic or tragi-comic or idyllic. To satisfy these conditions
\nis extremely difficult and the great dramatists are few in their number; the entire literature of the world has hardly given us
\nmore than a dozen. The difficult evolution of dramatic poetry is always more hard to lead than the lyric which is poetry’s native
\nexpression, or than the narrative which is its simpler expansion. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe greatness of a period of dramatic poetry can be measured by the extent to which these complex conditions were understood in it or were intuitively practised. But in the mass of
\nthe Elizabethan drama the understanding is quite absent and the   <\/p>\n

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\npractice comes, if at all, only rarely, imperfectly and by a sort of accident. Shakespeare himself seems to have divined these conditions or contained them in the shaping flame of his genius rather than perceived them by the artistic intelligence. The rest have
\nordinarily no light of interpretative vision, no dramatic idea. Their tragedy and comedy are both oppressively external; this
\ndrama presents, but does not at all interpret; it is an outward presentation of manners and passions and lives by vigour of action
\nand a quite outward-going speech; it means absolutely nothing. The tragedy is irrational, the comedy has neither largeness nor
\nsubtlety of idea; they are mixed together too without any artistic connection such as Shakespeare manages to give to them so as to
\njustify thoroughly their coexistence. The characters are not living beings working out their mutual Karma, but external figures of
\nhumanity jostling each other on a crowded stage, mere tossing drift of the waves of life. The form of the drama too is little more
\nthan a succession of speech and incident,1<\/font><\/sup> as in a story, with a culminating violent or happy ending, which comes not because
\npsychologically it must, but because a story has to have a release of ending, or, if tragic, its point of loud detonation. To make up
\nfor their essential defects these poets have to heap up incident and situation and assail us with vehement and often grossly
\nexaggerated speech and passion, frequently tearing the passion into glaringly coloured tatters, almost always overstraining or
\nin some way making too much of it. They wish to pile on us the interest of life in whose presentation their strength lies, to
\naccumulate in a mass, so as to carry us away, things attracting, things amusing, things striking, things horrible; they will get at
\nus through the nerves and the lower emotional being, \u2014 and in this they succeed eminently,
\n\t\t\t\u2014 since they cannot get at us
\nthrough a higher intellectual and imaginative appeal. The evolution of the action is rather theatrically effective than poetic, the
\nspirit and the psychology melodramatic rather than dramatic. <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n1<\/font><\/sup> Ben Jonson is an exception. He has the idea of construction, but his execution is
\nheavy and uninspired, the work of a robustly conscientious craftsman rather than a creative artist.
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\nNor are these radical dramatic defects atoned for by any great wealth of poetry, for their verse has more often some formal
\nmerit and a great air of poetry than its essence, \u2014 though there are exceptions as in lines and passages of Peele and Webster. The
\npresentation of life with some surface poetic touch but without any transforming vision or strongly suffusing power in the poetic
\ntemperament is the general character of their work. It is necessary to emphasise these defects because indiscriminate praise
\nof these poets helps to falsify or quite exclude the just artistic view of the aim of sound dramatic creation, and imitation of
\nthe catching falsities of this model has been the real root of the inefficacy of subsequent attempts in the dramatic form even by
\npoets of great gifts. It explains the failure of even a mind which had the true dramatic turn, a creator like Browning, to achieve
\ndrama of the first excellence.<\/p>\n

\nMarlowe alone of the lesser Elizabethan dramatists stands
\napart from his fellows, not solely by his strong and magnificent vein of poetry, but because he knows what he is about; he alone
\nhas some clearly grasped dramatic idea. And not only is he conscious of his artistic aim, but it is a sound aim on the higher
\nlevels of the dramatic art. He knows that the human soul in action is his subject and Karma the power of the theme, and he
\nattempts to create a drama of the human will throwing itself on life, the will egoistic and Asuric, conquering only to succumb to
\nthe great adversary Death or breaking itself against the forces its violence has brought into hostile play. This is certainly a high
\nand fit subject for tragic creation and his boldly coloured and strongly cut style and rhythm are well-suited for its expression.
\nUnhappily, Marlowe had the conception, but not any real power of dramatic execution. He is unable to give the last awakening
\nbreath of life to his figures; in the external manner so common in English poetry and fiction he rather constructs than evolves,
\nportrays than throws out into life, paints up or sculptures from outside than creates from within,
\n\t\t\t\u2014 and yet it is this other inward way that is the sole true method of poetic or at least of dramatic creation. He has not, either, the indispensable art of
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\ntogether his characters and their action throughout, and even that, though a strong work, falls far short of the greatness of a
\nmasterpiece. He had too, writing for the Elizabethan stage, to adopt a model which was too complex for the strong simplicity
\nof his theme and the narrow intensity of his genius. And he had, working for that semi-barbarous public, to minister to tastes
\nwhich were quite incongruous with his purpose and which he had not flexibility enough to bring within its scope or to elevate
\ntowards its level. In fact, Marlowe was not a born dramatist; his true genius was lyrical, narrative and epic. Limited by his
\ninborn characteristics, he succeeds in bringing out his poetic motive only in strong detached scenes and passages or in great
\nculminating moments in which the lyrical cry and the epic touch break out through the form of drama.<\/p>\n

\nShakespeare stands out alone, both in his own age when so many were drawn to the form and circumstances were
\nfavourable to this kind of genius, and in all English literature, as the one great and genuine dramatic poet; but this one is
\nindeed equal to a host. He stands out too as quite unique in his spirit, method and quality. For his contemporaries resemble
\nhim only in externals; they have the same outward form and crude materials, but not the inner dramatic method by which
\nhe transformed and gave them a quite other meaning and value. Later romantic drama, not only in England but elsewhere,
\nthough it has tried hard to imitate the Shakespearian motive and touch, has been governed by another kind of poetic mind;
\nits intrinsic as distinguished from its external method has been really different. Romantic drama, in Hugo and in others, takes
\nhold of life, strings together its unusual effects and labours to make it out of the way, brilliant, coloured, conspicuous.
\nShakespeare does not do that, except rarely, in early imitative work or when he is uninspired. He does not need to lay violent
\nhands on life and turn it into romantic pyrotechnics; for life itself has taken hold of him in order to recreate itself in his
\nimage, and he sits within himself at its heart and pours out from its impulse a throng of beings, as real in the world he
\ncreates as men are in this other world from which he takes his<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\thints, a multitude, a riot of living images carried on a many-coloured sea of revealing speech and a never failing surge of movement. His dramatic method seems indeed to have usually
\nno other intellectual purpose, aesthetic motive or spiritual secret: ordinarily it labours simply for the joy of a multiple poetic vision
\nof life and vital creation with no centre except the life-power itself, no coordination except that thrown out spontaneously by
\nthe unseizable workings of its energy, no unity but the one unity of man and the life-spirit in Nature working in him and before
\n\u00af<\/i> his eyes. It is this sheer creative ananda <\/i>of the life-spirit which is
\nShakespeare; abroad everywhere in that age, it incarnates itself in him for the pleasure of poetic self-vision. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll Shakespeare’s powers and limitations \u2014 for it is now permissible to speak of his limitations
\n\t\t\t\u2014 arise from this character of
\nthe force that moved him to poetic utterance. He is not primarily an artist, a poetic thinker or anything else of the kind, but a great
\nvital creator and intensely, though within marked limits, a seer of life. His art itself is life arranging its forms in its own surge and
\nexcitement, not in any kind of symmetry, \u2014 for symmetry here there is none, \u2014 nor in fine harmonies, but still in its own way
\nsupremely and with a certain intimately metric arrangement of its many loose movements, in mobile perspectives, a succession
\nof crowded but successful and satisfying vistas. While he has given a wonderful language to poetic thought, he yet does not
\nthink for the sake of thought, but for the sake of life. His way indeed is not so much the poet himself thinking about life, as life
\nthinking itself out in him through many mouths, in many moods and moments, with a rich throng of fine thought-effects, but not
\nfor any clear sum of intellectual vision or to any high power of either ideal or spiritual result. His development of human
\ncharacter has a sovereign force within its bounds, but it is the soul of the human being as seen through outward character,
\npassion, action, \u2014 the life-soul, and not either the thought-soul or the deeper psychic being, still less the profounder truth of
\nthe human spirit. Something of these things we may get, but only in shadow or as a partial reflection in a coloured glass,
\nnot in their own action. In his vision and therefore in his poetic   <\/p>\n

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\nmotive Shakespeare never really either rises up above life or gets behind it; he neither sees what it reaches out to nor the great
\nunseen powers that are active within it. At one time, in two or three of his tragedies, he seems to have been striving to do this,
\nbut all that he does see then is the action of certain tremendous life-forces, which he either sets in a living symbol or indicates
\nbehind the human action, as in Macbeth<\/i>, or embodies, as in King Lear<\/i>, in a tragically uncontrollable possession of his human
\ncharacters. Nevertheless, his is not a drama of mere externalised action, for it lives from within and more deeply than our external
\nlife. This is not Virat, the seer and creator of gross forms, but Hiranyagarbha, the luminous mind of dreams, looking through
\nthose forms to see his own images behind them. More than any other poet Shakespeare has accomplished mentally the legendary
\nfeat of the impetuous sage Vishwamitra; his power of vision has created a Shakespearian world of his own, and it is, in spite of
\nits realistic elements, a romantic world in a very true sense of the word, a world of the wonder and free power of life and
\nnot of its mere external realities, where what is here dulled and hampered finds a greater enlarged and intense breath of living,
\nan ultra-natural play of beauty, curiosity and amplitude. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt is needful in any view of the evolution of poetry to note the
\nlimits within which Shakespeare did his work, so that we may fix the point reached; but still within the work itself his limitations
\ndo not matter. And even his positive defects and lapses cannot lower him, because there is an unfailing divinity of power in
\nhis touch which makes them negligible. He has, however much toned down, his share of the Elizabethan crudities, violences,
\nextravagances; but they are upborne on a stream of power and end by falling in into the general greatness of his scheme. He has
\ndeviations into stretches of half prosaic verse and vagaries of tortured and bad poetic expression, sometimes atrociously bad;
\nbut they are yet always very evidently not failures of power, but the wilful errors of a great poet, more careful of dramatic truth
\nand carried on by his force of expression than bound to verbal perfection. We feel obliged to accept his defects, which in another poet our critical sense would be swift to condemn or reject, <\/p>\n

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\nbecause they are part of his force, just as we accept the vigorous errors of a great personality. His limitations are very largely the
\ncondition of his powers. Certainly, he is no universal revealer, as his idolators would have him be,
\n\t\t\t\u2014 for even in the life-soul
\nof man there are a multitude of things beyond him; but to have given a form so wonderful, so varied, so immortally alive, in so
\ngreat a surge of the intensest poetical expression, to a life-vision of this kind and this power, is a unique achievement of poetic
\ngenius. The future may find for us a higher and profounder, even a more deeply and finely vital aim for the dramatic form than
\nany Shakespeare ever conceived; but until that has been done with an equal power, grasp and fullness of vision and an equal
\nintensity of revealing speech, he keeps his sovereign station. The claim made for him that he is the greatest of poets may very
\nwell be challenged, \u2014 he is not quite that, \u2014 but that he is first among dramatic poets cannot well be questioned. <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSo far then the English poetic spirit had got in the drama, and it has never got any farther. And this is principally because it has allowed itself to be obsessed by the Elizabethan formula; for it has clung not merely to the Shakespearian form,
\n\t\t\t\u2014 which might after due modification still be used for certain purposes, especially for a deeper life-thought expressing itself
\nthrough the strong colours of a romantic interpretation, \u2014 but to the whole crude inartistic error of that age. Great poets,
\npoets of noble subjective power, delicate artists, fine thinkers and singers, all directly they turn to the dramatic form, begin
\nfatally to externalise; they become violent, they gesticulate, they press to the action and forget to have an informing thought, hold
\nthemselves bound to the idea of drama as a robust presentation of life and incident and passion. And because this is not a true
\nidea and, in any case, it is quite inconsistent with the turn of their own genius, they fail inevitably. Dryden stumbling heavily
\nthrough his rhymed plays, Wordsworth of all people, the least Elizabethan of poets, penning with a conscientious dullness his
\nBorderers<\/i>, Byron diffusing his elemental energy in bad blank verse and worse dramatic construction, Keats turning from his
\nunfinished Hyperion <\/i>to wild schoolboy imitations of the worst    <\/p>\n

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\nElizabethan type, Shelley even, forgetting his discovery of a new and fine literary form for dramatic poetry to give us the Elizabethan violences of the Cenci<\/i>, Tennyson, Swinburne, even after Atalanta<\/i>, following the same ignis fatuus, a very flame of fatuity
\nand futility, are all victims of the same hypnotism. Recently a new turn is visible; but as yet it is doubtful whether the right
\nconditions for a renovation of the dramatic form and a true use of the dramatic motive have come into being. At any rate the
\npredestined creator, if he is to come, is not yet among us.   <\/p>\n

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