The Lyric: An Essay


THE DEGREES OF POETRY

The question that necessarily follows these reflections is—Are there degrees in poetry? Since a short lyric may completely satisfy the requirements of poetry as here set down, announcing itself to have been created in a poetic or supremely intensified mood, can poetry be said at any time to go beyond this? If we accept these conclusions, can a thing so slight, yet so exquisite, so obviously authentic in source as:

When I a verse shall make,

Know I have pray'd thee,

For old religion's sake,

Saint Ben, to aid me.


Make the way smooth for me,

When I, thy Herrick,

Honouring thee, on my knee

Offer my lyric.


Candles I'll give to thee,

And a new altar,

And thou, Saint Ben, shall be

Writ in my Psalter,

be said to be less definitely poetry than Paradise Lost or in any essentially poetic way below it? The logical answer is, no; and I think it is the right one. In considering it we should come to an understanding of the nature of lyric, the purpose of this essay. But first let us see how far it may be justifiable.


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