BEGINNING OF THE ILIAD. Μῆνιν ἄειδε, θεά, Πηληϊάδεω ̓Αχιλῆος Wrath of Pelides, Oh Goddess, sing of the wrath of Achilles; Down into Hades, allotting themselves for a prey to the bandogs BEGINNING OF THE ODYSSEY. "Ανδρα μοι ἔννεπε, Μοῦσα, πολύτροπον, ὃς μάλα πολλὰ πλάγχθη, ἐπεὶ Τροίης ἱερὸν πτολίεθρον ἔπερσεν· πολλῶν δ ̓ ἀνθρώπων ἴδεν ἄστεα, καὶ νόον ἔγνω· πολλὰ δ ̓ ὅγ ̓ ἐν πόντῳ πάθεν ἄλγεα ὃν κατὰ θυμὸν, ἀρνύμενος ἥν τε ψυχὴν καὶ νόστον ἑταίρων· ἀλλ ̓ οὐδ ̓ ὡς ἐτάρους ἐῤῥύσατο ἱέμενός περ αὐτῶν γὰρ σφετερῃσιν ατασθαλίησιν ὄλοντο· νήπιοι, οι κατὰ βοῦς ὑπερίονος Ηελίοιο ἤσθιον· αὐτὰρ ὁ τοῖσιν ἀφείλετο νόστιμον ἦμαρ. Tell me the much-knowing man, Oh Muse, who to wanderings many BEGINNING OF PARADISE LOST. Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit Sing, heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, Rose out of chaos. Or, if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed Fast by the oracle of God; I thence Invoke thy aid to my advent'rous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. And chiefly thou, O Spirit! that dost prefer Before all temples th' upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st: Thou from the first And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark I And justify the ways of God to men. CHAPTER IV. THE LYRIC. In the drama, outward shows are represented; in the epic, these are represented while the hidden life is also exhibited; in the lyric is represented the inward life alone. Thus it will be seen that in the drama, things are shown as they appear; in the epic, things are shown not only as they appear but also as they are; in the lyric, things are what they seem, a perfect lyric being the perfect expression of feeling, and more than this, a perfect expression of the singer's own feeling. The highest lyric is never imitative. Great lyrics have indeed been written from a dramatic point of view, and perhaps in these romantic times the greater number have been so written. Seldom is Tennyson more dramatic than when he is most lyrical; dramatic in the sense of giving utterance to the supposed poetry of another, as well as in the sense of giving utterance to the supposed feelings of another: so that although he has written no regular drama, though he has reared no single edifice of this kind to be compared with the palaces of an avowed dramatist, still his various pieces may be arranged, like the various houses of a town, into a mass of building not unworthy of a great dramatist. Here he builds a house for Shelley, here for Wordsworth, here for Coleridge, here for himself, here for the monks, here for the knights, here for the ladies. Such also is the character of most of our lyrical poesy, lyrical in form, imitative in conception; another illustration of the dramatism of Christian art. And it is for this reason that the English have so signally failed in the lyric that you can almost count on the fingers of one hand all the songs in the English language that are worthy of the name, at least, all those written by Englishmen. The English poets, whose stronghold has ever been the drama, where truly they have outshone all rivalry, have the dramatic rage so strong that they dramatize the lyric, singing in every character but their own. perhaps I should say the very reverse; that it is not because of their excellence in the drama that they are weak in the lyric; but because they dread the openheartedness of a lyric that they take refuge in the drama: not willing to sing in their own characters, they will sing for any and everybody else. However this be, it is plain enough that the English lyric is dramatic, that there lies its weakness, and that this weakness is fatal. There are drinking-songs by teetotallers who trespass in ginger-beer; love-songs by Or |