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There is no contest of day and darkness; of Truth and Error。  The
characters are in that perplexed condition about creeds which was
their actual state after the political and social and religious chaos
produced by Henry VIII。  Gardiner is a Catholic; but not an
Ultramontane; Lord William Howard is a Catholic; but not a fanatic;
we find a truculent Anabaptist; or Socialist; and a citizen whose
pride is his moderation。  The native uncritical tendency of the drama
is to throw up hats and halloo for Elizabeth and an open Bible。  In
place of this; Cecil delivers a well…considered analysis of the
character of Elizabeth


   〃Eliz。  God guide me lest I lose the way。
'Exit Elizabeth。
   Cecil。  Many points weather'd; many perilous ones;
At last a harbour opens; but therein
Sunk rocksthey need fine steeringmuch it is
To be nor mad; nor bigothave a mind …
Nor let Priests' talk; or dream of worlds to be;
Miscolour things about hersudden touches
For him; or himsunk rocks; no passionate faith …
Butif let bebalance and compromise;
Brave; wary; sane to the heart of hera Tudor
School'd by the shadow of deatha Boleyn; too;
Glancing across the Tudornot so well。〃


This is excellent as historical criticism; in the favourable sense;
but the drama; by its nature; demands something not critical but
triumphant and one…sided。  The character of Elizabeth is one of the
best in the play; as her soliloquy (Act III。 scene v。) is one of the
finest of the speeches。  We see her courage; her coquetry; her
dissimulation; her arrogance。  But while this is the true Elizabeth;
it is not the idealised Elizabeth whom English loyalty created; lived
for; and died for。  Mr Froude wrote; 〃You have given us the greatest
of all your works;〃 an opinion which the world can never accept。
〃You have reclaimed one more section of English History from the
wilderness; and given it a form in which it will be fixed for ever。
No one since Shakespeare has done that。〃  But Mr Froude had done it;
and Tennyson's reading of 〃the section〃 is mainly that of Mr Froude。
Mr Gladstone found that Cranmer and Gardiner 〃are still in a
considerable degree mysteries to me。〃  A mystery Cranmer must remain。
Perhaps the 〃crowds〃 and 〃Voices〃 are not the least excellent of the
characters; Tennyson's humour finding an opportunity in them; and in
Joan and Tib。  His idyllic charm speaks in the words of Lady Clarence
to the fevered Queen; and there is dramatic genius in her reply:…


   〃Mary。  What is the strange thing happiness?  Sit down here:
Tell me thine happiest hour。
   Lady Clarence。  I will; if that
May make your Grace forget yourself a little。
There runs a shallow brook across our field
For twenty miles; where the black crow flies five;
And doth so bound and babble all the way
As if itself were happy。  It was May…time;
And I was walking with the man I loved。
I loved him; but I thought I was not loved。
And both were silent; letting the wild brook
Speak for ustill he stoop'd and gather'd one
From out a bed of thick forget…me…nots;
Look'd hard and sweet at me; and gave it me。
I took it; tho' I did not know I took it;
And put it in my bosom; and all at once
I felt his arms about me; and his lips …
   Mary。  O God!  I have been too slack; too slack;
There are Hot Gospellers even among our guards …
Nobles we dared not touch。  We have but burnt
The heretic priest; workmen; and women and children。
Wet; famine; ague; fever; storm; wreck; wrath; …
We have so play'd the coward; but by God's grace;
We'll follow Philip's leading; and set up
The Holy Office heregarner the wheat;
And burn the tares with unquenchable fire!〃


The conclusion; in the acting edition; printed in the Biography;
appears to be an improvement on that in the text as originally
published。  Unhappy as the drama essentially is; the welcome which Mr
Browning gave both to the published work and to the acted play〃a
complete success〃:  〃conception; execution; the whole and the parts;
I see nowhere the shadow of a fault〃offers 〃relief〃 in actual human
nature。  〃He is the greatest…brained poet in England;〃 Tennyson said;
on a later occasion。  〃Violets fade; he has given me a crown of
gold。〃

Before writing Harold (1876) the poet 〃studied many recent plays;〃
and re…read AEschylus and Sophocles。  For history he went to the
Bayeux tapestry; the Roman de Rou; Lord Lytton; and Freeman。
Students of a recent controversy will observe that; following
Freeman; he retains the famous palisade; so grievously battered by
the axe…strokes of Mr Horace Round。  Harold is a piece more
compressed; and much more in accordance with the traditions of the
drama; than Queen Mary。  The topic is tragic indeed:  the sorrow
being that of a great man; a great king; the bulwark of a people that
fell with his fall。  Moreover; as the topic is treated; the play is
rich in the irony usually associated with the name of Sophocles。
Victory comes before a fall。  Harold; like Antigone; is torn between
two dutieshis oath and the claims of his country。  His ruin comes
from what Aristotle would call his 'Greek text which cannot be
reproduced'; his fault in swearing the oath to William。  The hero
himself; recking little; after a superstitious moment; of the
concealed relics over which he swore; deems his offence to lie in
swearing a vow which he never meant to keep。  The persuasions which
urge him to this course are admirably presented:  England; Edith; his
brother's freedom; were at stake。  Casuistry; or even law; would have
absolved him easily; an oath taken under duresse is of no avail。  But
Harold's 〃honour rooted in dishonour stood;〃 and he cannot so readily
absolve himself。  Bruce and the bishops who stood by Bruce had no
such scruples:  they perjured themselves often; on the most sacred
relics; especially the bishops。  But Harold rises above the mediaeval
and magical conception of the oath; and goes to his doom conscious of
a stain on his honour; of which only a deeper stain; that of
falseness to his country; could make him clean。  This is a truly
tragic stroke of destiny。  The hero's character is admirably noble;
patient; and simple。  The Confessor also is as true in art as to
history; and his vision of the fall and rise of England is a noble
passage。  In Aldwyth we have something of Vivien; with a grain of
conscience; and the part of Edith Swan's…neck has a restrained and
classic pathos in contrast with the melancholy of Wulfnoth。  The
piece; as the poet said; is a 〃tragedy of doom;〃 of deepening and
darkening omens; as in the Odyssey and Njal's Saga。  The battle
scene; with the choruses of the monks; makes a noble close。

FitzGerald remained loyal; but it was to 〃a fairy Prince who came
from other skies than these rainy ones;〃 and 〃the wretched critics;〃
as G。 H。 Lewes called them; seem to have been unfriendly。  In fact
(besides the innate wretchedness of all critics); they grudged the
time and labour given to the drama; in an undramatic age。  Harold had
not what FitzGerald called 〃the old champagne flavour〃 of the vintage
of 1842。

Becket was begun in 1876; printed in 1879; and published in 1884。
Before that date; in 1880; Tennyson produced one of the volumes of
poetry which was more welcome than a play to most of his admirers。
The intervening years passed in the Isle of Wight; at Aldworth; in
town; and in summer tours; were of no marked biographical interest。
The poet was close on three score and tenhe reached that limit in
1879。  The days darkened around him; as darken they must:  in the
spring of 1879 he lost his favourite brother; himself a poet of
original genius; Charles Tennyson Turner。  In May of the same year he
published The Lover's Tale; which has been treated here among his
earliest works。  His hours; and (to some extent) his meals; were
regulated by Sir Andrew Clark。  He planted trees; walked; read;
loitered in his garden; and kept up his old friendships; while he
made that of the great Gordon。  Compliments passed between him and
Victor Hugo; who had entertained Lionel Tennyson in Paris; and wrote:
〃Je lis avec emotion vos vers superbes; c'est un reflet de gloire que
vous m'envoyez。〃  Mr Matthew Arnold's compliment was very li

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