lus When I was a boy, I was fondest of Eschylus; in youth and middle age I preferred * Euripides; now in my declining years I admire Sophocles. I can now at length see that Sophocles is the most perfect. Yet he never rises to the sublime simplicity of Æschysimplicity of design, I mean-nor diffuses himself in the passionate outpourings of Euripides. I understand why the ancients called Euripides the most tragic of their dramatists: he evidently embraces within the scope of the tragic poet many passions, - love, conjugal affection, jealousy, and so on, which Sophocles seems to have considered as incongruous with the ideal statuesqueness of the tragic drama. Certainly Euripides was a greater poet in the abstract than Sophocles. His chorusses may be faulty as chorusses, but how beautiful and affecting they are as odes and songs! I think the famous Εὐίππου, ξένε, in the dipus Coloneus, cold in comparison with many Εὐίππου, ξένε, τᾶσδε χώρας v. 668. of the odes of Euripides, as that song of the chorus in the Hippolytus — Ἔρως, Ερως *, and so on; and I remember a choric ode in the Hecuba, which always struck me as exquisitely rich and finished ; — I mean, where the Chorus speaks of Troy and the night of the capture. † *Ερως, Ερως, ὁ κατ ̓ ὀμμάτων μήδ' ἄῤῥυθμος ἔλθοις κ. τ. λ. v. 527. I take it for granted that Mr. Coleridge alluded to the chorus, Σὺ μὲν, ὦ πατρὶς Ιλιάς, λάνων νέφος ἀμφί σε κρύπτει, δορὶ δὴ, δορὶ πέρσαν κ. τ. λ. ν. 899. Thou, then, oh, natal Troy! no more I tread thy plain The spear - the spear hath rent thy pride; The flame hath scarr'd thee deep and wide; There is nothing very surprising in Milton's preference of Euripides, though so Thy coronal of towers is shorn, And thou most piteous art lorn! most naked and for I perish'd at the noon of night! And harps no more Rang out in choral minstrelsy. Secure he slept: that sailor band Full sure he deem'd no more should stand And I too, by the taper's light, Which in the golden mirror's haze Bound up the tresses of my hair, That I Love's peaceful sleep might share. I slept; but, hark! that war-shout dread, When will ye spoil Troy's watch-tower high, VOL. II. P unlike himself. It is very common natural for men to like and even admire an exhibition of power very different in kind from any thing of their own. No jealousy arises. Milton preferred Ovid too, and I dare say he admired both as a man of sensi And, starting from the genial bed, They led me to the sounding shore- In vengeance breath'd, by spirit fell. Rise, hoary sea, in awful tide, And whelm that vessel's guilty pride; Nor e'er, in high Mycene's hall, Let Helen boast in peace of mighty Ilion's fall." J. T. C. ED. bility admires a lovely woman, with a feeling into which jealousy or envy cannot enter. With Eschylus or Sophocles he might perchance have matched himself. In Euripides you have oftentimes a very near approach to comedy, and I hardly know any writer in whom you can find such fine models of serious and dignified conversation. THE collocation of words is so artificial in Shakspeare and Milton that you may as well think of pushing a brick out of a wall with your forefinger, as attempt to remove a word out of any of their finished passages.* * "The amotion or transposition will alter the thought, or the feeling, or at least the tone. They are as pieces of mosaic work, from which you cannot strike the smallest block without making a hole in the picture." - Quarterly Review, No. CIII. p. 7. |