4186. Robert Southey to Caroline Bowles, 10 May 1824
Address: To/ Miss Bowles/ Buckland/ Lymington/ Hampshire
Endorsements: No 53 To Miss Caroline Bowles; Keswick. 10 May 1824
MS: British Library, Add MS 47889. ALS; 4p.
Unpublished.
Were you to see sometimes how doggedly I sit down to a stanza for the Paraguay tale,
– the pen drying half a dozen times before I get thro two lines of it, & the brain dry as the grey-goose quill, & not so easily moistened, – you would not perceive that want of ideas, & want of fancy & want of power, are no more proofs of incapacity, – than an empty purse is a proof of poverty, – our wealth is not always at command. One of these dry fits has come upon me in this first canto,
– at a time too when I especially wished to get thro it, that I might begin the second upon your groundwork. Bear a part you most assuredly will; & this you will feel when better health brings with it better spirits. Try at some descriptive sketches in the metre, – such as painters make in a little pocket book to be introduced into their pictures. If after all you like better to write in rhyme, what is done may easily be translated, – in proof of the practicability – the first seventy pages of Kehama underwent this metamorphosis.
– Something I did this morning – drily enough, – but I shall get on, – & you shall have every fragment.
Gratified I am indeed at what you say of those monumental verses.
This is one of the proper uses of poetry, – & the impulse which has thus been given is very likely to accelerate the progress of the series.
I have added another since,
making the number nineteen, something more than half of what are intended.
I believe the delay of that first letter was occasioned by its arriving in town when Rickman had taken flight during the Easter recess.
Your adventure with the Satirist is an amusing one.
I remember writing in a printed satire of this kind, many years ago, these lines from a play of Sir Wm Davenant, – for myself & the friends
who were therein abused with me –
Libels of such weak texture & composure
That we do all esteem it greater wrong
To have our name extant in such paltry verse,
Than in the sland slanderous sense (10)
I thank God that as I have among my friends some of the best & wisest of their age, so I have for my enemies the veryest wretches that disparage nature. This Lancer is only a poor coxcomb – but I have them in all degrees of ass-ishness – & in all degrees of baseness & villainy, – from your Officer up to Lord Juan the Giaour.
God bless you –
Yrs affectionately
RS.
10 May 1824