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Memoirs of William
Wordsworth
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
Memoirs of William Wordsworth, Poet-laureate, D.C.L. By
Christopher Wordsworth, D.D. 2 vols. 8vo. Lond. 1851.
THE structure of these two volumes would alone exempt them
from any very rigid censorship, even if the biographer had
played his part less efficiently. For, as respects their
substance, they may be regarded as a testamentary annotation
upon Wordsworth's poetry, and, as respects their spirit,
they are, in some measure, the swan-song of the revered bard
whose life and conversation they record. In his "Letter to a
Friend of Burns," published many years ago, Mr. Wordsworth,
among other profound observations upon the duties of
literary biography, maintained that "our sole business in
relation to authors is with their books - to understand and
enjoy them." He deprecated "Boswellism" in all its degrees;
and were some chance to bring to upper air "Memoirs of
Horace and his contemporaries by a Grammarian of the
Augustan age," he, for his part, would regret rather than
welcome the waif from classical shores, as one likely "to
disfigure with incongruous features the beautiful ideal of
those illustrious personages." In the autumn of 1847, Mr.
Wordsworth seems to have repeated these sentiments to his
present biographer, accompanying them with the desire that
he would prepare any personal notices requisite for the
illustration of his poems. Upon this request, as his guiding
principle, Dr. Wordsworth has acted in the composition of
his uncle's memoirs, which are accordingly to be viewed as a
record of the poetic rather than of the personal history of
the deceased.
A biographical commentary upon Wordsworth's poems differs
indeed but little from an abstract and brief chronicle of
his life. The author of the Lyrical Ballads did not present
to the world, as so many poets have done, a twofold aspect -
one in their books another in their actions and temperament.
To comprehend Milton thoroughly, his prose writings and the
times in which he lived must be studied. Byron and Gray are
known better by their letters than by their verse. From the
Seasons we should not guess Thomson to be profoundly
indolent: or from the Task, Cowper to have been profoundly
humorous. But in Wordsworth there is little or none of this
Janus aspect. "He wrote," says his biographer, "as he lived,
and he lived as he wrote. His poetry had its heart in his
life, and his life found a voice in his poetry."
We must therefore presume, in the following notice of these
Memoirs, upon our readers having some acquaintance with
Wordsworth's poems, as well as some interest in their
production and progress. The Memoirs and the Poetical Works
should, in fact, be open at the same time: for then, and
then only, will become completely apparent the consonance of
the man and the poet. Sophocles indeed did not more entirely
reflect in his character and genius the severity of the
ethnic artist, dwelling apart from all
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