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Various The Review of English Studies, Volume 1 (1925)

I do not understand, after reading it again, why some good critics deny to Byron any quality of greatness. Here he is simple, natural, and sincere; the bathing, the handmaid cooking the eggs and coffee, the young sculptured figures who live in the moment—all this is as well done, I dare to say, in verse as that other idyll of Richard Feverel and Lucy is done in prose;—in a prose which, as has more than once been said, is crying out to become verse. Byron’s feeling for external beauty is doubtless not of the subtlest, but it is strong. Nothing is intimate, unearthly, speculative
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Various The Review of English Studies, Volume 1 (1925)

No one to-day, perhaps, cares much for the breathless iteration of pseudo-passionate matter which charmed the first readers of his lays. But let us take Byron when we know that he is in earnest—at least for the moment—and where no irony can intrude. It may seem strange to compare him with Wordsworth, whom he both mocked at and venerated. But sometimes he commands a clear and pure fount of diction, one or two degrees above grave prose, which is curiously like Wordsworth’s diction of that order. Byron could often inspire his words with beauty when his feeling itself ran clear and pure.
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Various The Review of English Studies, Volume 1 (1925)

But the Vision of Judgment suggests a last question, and a serious one, which takes us out of the confines of poetry, into the region where prose and poetry meet; and it is this: What can Byron do to amuse us? Amuse, that is either grimly or lightly, over the whole range, from high satire down to facetious high spirits? Nothing, we know, is so precarious, or wears out so easily, as the wit and satire of a given age. How much, in this line, of Shakespeare, of Swift, of Dickens, has become, to speak honestly, impossible to laugh at totally!
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