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  Much of the remainder of Rossetti’s life is a tragedy which may be summed up in a phrase: ‘chloral and its consequences.’ Weak in health, suffering from neuralgic agony and consequent insomnia, he had been introduced to the drug by a compassionate but injudicious friend. Whatever Rossetti did was in an extreme, and he soon became entirely enslaved to the potion, whose ill effects were augmented by the whisky he took to relieve its nauseousness. His conduct under the next trouble that visited him attested the disastrously enfeebling effect of the drug upon his character. In October 1871 an article entitled ‘The Fleshly School of Poetry,’ and signed Thomas Maitland (soon ascertained to be a pseudonym for Mr. Robert Buchanan), appeared in the ‘Contemporary Review.’ In this some of Rossetti’s sonnets were stigmatised as indecent. Rossetti at first contented himself with a calm reply in the ‘Athenæum,’ headed ‘The Stealthy School of Criticism,’ and with a stinging ‘nonsense-verse’ hurled at the offender when he discovered his identity. But the republication of the article in pamphlet form, with additions, early in 1872, threw him completely off his balance. He fancied himself the subject of universal obloquy, and detected poisoned arrows in ‘Fifine at the Fair’ and the ‘Hunting of the Snark.’ On 2 June his brother was compelled to question his sanity, and he was removed to the house of Dr. Hake, ‘the earthly Providence of the Rossetti family in those dark days.’ Left alone at night, he swallowed laudanum, which he had secretly brought with him, and his condition was not ascertained until the following afternoon. Rossetti’s recovery was due to the presence of mind of Ford Madox Brown, who, when summoned, brought with him the surgeon, John Marshall (1818–1891) [q. v.], who saved Rossetti’s life. He was still in the deepest prostration of spirits, and suffered from a partial paralysis, which gradually wore off. He sought change and repose, first in Scotland, afterwards with William Morris at Kelmscott Manor House in Oxfordshire, and on other trips and visits. The history of them all is nearly the same sad story of groundless jealousy, morbid suspicion, fitful passion, and what but for his irresponsible condition would have been inexcusable selfishness. At last he wore out the patience and charity of many of his most faithful friends. Those less severely tried, such as Madox Brown and Marshall, preserved their loyalty; Theodore Watts-Dunton, a new friend, proved himself invaluable; William Sharp, Frederick Shields, and others cheered the invalid by frequent visits; and his own family showed devoted affection. But the chloral dosing went on, forbidding all hope of real amendment.

  The most astonishing fact in Rossetti’s history is the sudden rekindling of his poetical faculty in these dismal years, almost in greater force than ever. ‘Chloral,’ says his brother, ‘had little or no power over that part of his mind which was purely intellectual or inventive.’ The magnificent ballad-epic of ‘Rose Mary’ had been written in 1871, just before the clouds darkened round him. To this, in 1880, were added, partly under the friendly pressure of Mr. Watts-Dunton, ‘The White Ship’ and ‘The King’s Tragedy,’ ballads even superior in force, if less potent in imagination. The three were published towards the end of 1881, together with other new poems, chiefly sonnets, in a volume entitled ‘ Ballads and Sonnets,’ which was unanimously recognised as equal in all respects to that of 1870. Some of its beauties, indeed, were borrowed from its predecessor, a number of sonnets being transferred to its pages to complete the century entitled ‘The House of Life,’ the gap thus occasioned in the former volume being made good by the publication of the ‘Bride’s Prelude,’ an early poem of considerable length. About the same time Rossetti, who had been a contributor to the first edition of Gilchrist’s ‘Life of Blake’ in 1863, interested himself warmly in the second edition of 1880. His letters of this period to Mr. Hall Caine, Mr. William Sharp, and others show excellent critical judgment and undiminished enthusiasm for literature. He also, very shortly before his death, completed the still unpublished ‘Jan van Hunks,’ a metrical tale of a smoking Dutchman (originally composed at a very early date). His painting, having never been intermitted, could not experience the same marvellous revival as his poetry, but four single figures, ‘La Bella Mano’ (1875), ‘Venus Astarte’ (1877), and, still later, ‘The Vision of Fiammetta’ and ‘A Day Dream,’ rank high among his work of that class. His last really great picture, ‘Dante’s Dream,’ was painted in oil in 1869–71, at the beginning of the hapless chloral period; he had treated the same subject in watercolour in 1855.

  Mr. Hall Caine was an inmate of Rossetti’s house from July 1881 to his death, and did much to soothe the inevitable misery of the entire break-up of his once powerful constitution. One last consolation was the abandonment of chloral in December 1881, under the close supervision of his medical attendant, Mr. Henry Maudsley. He died at Birchington, near Margate, 9 April 1882, attended by his nearest relatives, Mr. Watts-Dunton, Mr. Caine, and Mr. F. Shields. He was interred at Birchington under a tomb designed by Madox Brown, bearing an epitaph written by his brother.

  Rossetti is a unique instance of an Englishman who has obtained equal celebrity as a poet and as a painter. It has been disputed in which class he stands higher; but as his mastery of the poetic art was consummate, while he failed to perfectly acquire even the grammar of painting, there should seem no reasonable doubt that his higher rank is as a poet. His inability to grapple with the technicalities of painting was especially unfortunate, inasmuch as it encouraged him to evade them by confining himself to single figures, whose charm was mainly sensuous, while his power, apart from the magic of his colour, resided principally in his representation of spiritual emotion. The more spiritual he was the higher he rose, and highest of all in his Dante pictures, where every accessary and detail aids in producing the impression of almost supernatural pathos and purity. More earthly emotion is at the same time expressed with extraordinary force in his ‘Cassandra’ and other productions; and even when he is little else than the colourist, his colour is poetry. The same versatility is conspicuous in his poems, the searing passion of ‘Sister Helen’ or the breathless agitation of the ‘King’s Tragedy’ being not more masterly in their way than the intricate cadences and lingering dalliance with thought of ‘The Portrait’ and ‘The Stream’s Secret,’ the stately magnificence of the best sonnets, and the intensity of some of the minor lyrics. Everywhere he is daringly original, intensely passionate, and ‘of imagination all compact.’ His music is as perfect as the music can be that always produces the effect of studied artifice, never of spontaneous impulse; his glowing and sumptuous diction is his own, borrowed from none, and incapable of successful imitation. Than him young poets can find few better inspirers, and few worse models. His total indifference to the political and religious struggles of his age, if it limited his influence, had at all events the good effect of eliminating all unpoetical elements from his verse. He is a poet or nothing, and everywhere a poet almost faultless from his own point of view, wanting no charm but the highest of all, and the first on Milton’s list — simplicity. Notwithstanding this defect, he must be placed very high on the roll of English poets.

  Rossetti the man was, before all things, an artist. Many departments of human activity had no existence for him. He was superstitious in grain and anti-scientific to the marrow. His reasoning powers were hardly beyond the average; but his instincts were potent, and his perceptions keen and true. Carried away by his impulses, he frequently acted with rudeness, inconsiderateness, and selfishness. But if a thing could be presented to him from an artistic point of view, he apprehended it in the same spirit as he would have apprehended a subject for a painting or a poem. Hence, if in some respects his actions and expressions seem deficient in right feeling, he appears in other respects the most self-denying and disinterested of men. He was unsurpassed in the filial and fraternal relations; he was absolutely superior to jealousy or envy, and none felt a keener delight in noticing and aiding a youthful writer of merit. His acquaintance with literature was almost entirely confined to works of imagination. Within these limits his critical faculty was admirable, not
deeply penetrative, but always embodying the soundest common-sense. His few critical essays are excellent. His memory was almost preternatural, and his knowledge of favourite writers, such as Shakespeare, Dante, Scott, Dumas, exhaustive. It is lamentable that his soundness of judgment should have deserted him in his own case, and that he should have been unable to share the man of genius’s serene confidence that not all the powers of dulness and malignity combined can, in the long run, deprive him of a particle of his real due. He altered sonnets in ‘The House of Life’ in deference to what he knew to be unjust and even absurd strictures, and the alterations remain in the English editions, though the original readings have been restored in the beautiful Boston reprint of Messrs. Copeland & Day. His distaste for travel and indifference to natural beauty were surprising characteristics, the latter especially so in consideration of the gifts of observation and description so frequently evinced in his poetry.

  All the extant pictorial likenesses of Rossetti, mostly by himself, have been published by his brother in various places. One of these of himself, aged 18, is in the National Portrait Gallery, London. No portrait so accurately represents him as the photograph by W. and E. Downey, prefixed to Mr. Hall Caine’s ‘Recollections.’ A posthumous bust was sculptured by Madox Brown for a memorial fountain placed opposite Rossetti’s house in Cheyne Walk. Another portrait was painted by G. F. Watts, R.A. A drawing by Rossetti of his wife belongs to Mr. Barclay Squire. Exhibitions of his pictures have been held by the Royal Academy and by the Arts Club. His poetical works have been published more than once in a complete form since his death.

  The National Gallery acquired in 1886 his oil-painting ‘Ecce Ancilla Domini’ (1850), in which his sister Christina sat for the Virgin. His ‘Dante’s Dream’ (1869–71) is in the Walker Art Gallery at Liverpool. But with very few exceptions his finest works are in private hands.

  [It was long expected that an authentic biography of Rossetti would be given to the world by Mr. Theodore Watts-Dunton, who contributed obituary notices of Dante Gabriel and Christina Rossetti to the Athenæum. The apparent disappointment of this anticipation led Mr. W. M. Rossetti to publish, in 1895, the Memoir (accompanying the Letters) of his brother. The letters are entirely family letters, and exhibit Rossetti to much less advantage as a correspondent than do the letters addressed on literary and artistic subjects to private friends. Mr. Rossetti had previously (1889) published ‘Dante Gabriel Rossetti as Designer and Writer.’ The record of Rosetti’s squabbles with picture-dealers and other customers is not always edifying, but the chronological list of his works is indispensable. Mr. Rossetti subsequently issued in 1899 ‘Ruskin, Rossetti and Preraphaelitism’ [papers 1854–62], in 1900 ‘Præraphaelite Diaries and Letters’ [early correspondence 1835–54]; and in 1903 ‘Rossetti papers, 1862–70.’ Mr. Joseph Knight has contributed an excellent miniature biography to the Great Writers series (1887), and Mr. F. G. Stephens, an old pre-Raphaelite comrade, has written a comprehensive and copiously illustrated account of his artistic work as a monograph in the Portfolio (1894). The reminiscences of Mr. William Sharp and Mr. Hall Caine refer exclusively to his latter years; but the first-named gentleman’s Record and Study (1882) may be regarded as an excellent critical handbook to his literary work, especially the sonnets; and the latter’s Recollections (1882) include a number of interesting letters. The best, however, of all Rossetti’s letters, so far as hitherto published, are those to William Allingham, edited by Dr. G. Birkbeck Hill and published in London in 1897. The autobiographies of Dr. Gordon Hake and Mr. William Bell Scott contain much important information, though the latter must be checked by constant reference to Mr. W. M. Rossetti’s biography. Much light is thrown on Rossetti’s pre-Raphælite period by Mr. Holman Hunt’s Pre-Raphaelitism and the P.R. Brotherhood, 1905. Esther Wood’s Dante Rossetti and the Pre-Raphaelite Movement (1891) deserves attention, but is of much less authority. See also Sarrazin’s Essay in his Poètes Modernes de l’Angleterre (1885), Mr. Watts-Dunton’s article in Nineteenth Century (‘The Truth about Rossetti’), March 1883, and communication to the Athenæum, 23 May 1896; Robert Buchanan’s Fleshly School of Poetry (1872), with the replies by Rossetti and Swinburne; Coventry Patmore’s Principle in Art; Mr. Hall Caine in Miles’s Poets of the Century; and Hueffer’s Life of Ford Madox Brown, 1896.]

  Self-portrait, aged 19

  Dante Gabriel Rossetti, aged 22, by William Holman Hunt

  John Ruskin (1819–1900), the leading English art critic of the Victorian era, was instrumental in launching the artistic and poetical career of the young Rossetti.

  CONTENTS

  EARLY POEMS

  MIDDLE POEMS

  LATER POEMS

  THE HOUSE OF LIFE

  PART I. YOUTH AND CHANGE

  PART II. CHANGE AND FATE

  FROM ‘EARLY ITALIAN POETS’, 1861

  Elizabeth Siddal (1829-1862) 2) was an artists’ model, poet and artist. Siddal featured prominently in Rossetti’s early paintings of women and they were married in 1860. Rossetti completed this portrait, titled ‘Beata Beatrix’ a year after his wife’s death.

  7 Gower Street, London — the location where Rossetti and his friends established the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood

  The original founders of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood William Holman Hunt; Dante Gabriel Rossetti; John Everett Millais

  EARLY POEMS

  MY SISTER’S SLEEP (1850 VERSION)

  She fell asleep on Christmas Eve.

  Upon her eyes’ most patient calms

  The lids were shut; her uplaid arms

  Covered her bosom, I believe.

  Our mother, who had leaned all day 5

  Over the bed from chime to chime,

  Then raised herself for the first time,

  And as she sat her down, did pray.

  Her little work-table was spread

  With work to finish. For the glare 10

  Made by her candle, she had care

  To work some distance from the bed.

  Without, there was a good moon up,

  Which left its shadow far within;

  The depth of light that it was in 15

  Seemed hollow like an altar-cup.

  Through the small room, with subtle sound

  Of flame, by vents the fireshine drove

  And reddened. In its dim alcove

  The mirror shed a clearness round. 20

  I had been sitting up some nights,

  And my tir’d mind felt weak and blank;

  Like a sharp strengthening wine, it drank

  The stillness and the broken lights.

  Silence was speaking at my side 25

  With an exceedingly clear voice:

  I knew the calm as of a choice

  Made in God for me, to abide.

  I said, “Full knowledge does not grieve:

  This which upon my spirit dwells 30

  Perhaps would have been sorrow else:

  But I am glad ’tis Christmas Eve.”

  Twelve struck. That sound, which all the years

  Hear in each hour, crept off; and then

  The ruffled silence spread again, 35

  Like water that a pebble stirs.

  Our mother rose from where she sat.

  Her needles, as she laid them down,

  Met lightly, and her silken gown

  Settled: no other noise than that. 40

  “Glory unto the Newly Born!”

  So, as said angels, she did say;

  Because we were in Christmas-day,

  Though it would still be long till dawn.

  She stood a moment with her hands 45

  Kept in each other, praying much;

  A moment that the soul may touch

  But the heart only understands.

  Almost unwittingly, my mind

  Repeated her words after her; 50

  Perhaps tho’ my lips did not stir;

  It was scarce thought, or cause assign’d.

  Just then in the room over
us

  There was a pushing back of chairs,

  As some who had sat unawares 55

  So late, now heard the hour, and rose.

  Anxious, with softly stepping haste,

  Our mother went where Margaret lay,

  Fearing the sounds o’erhead - should they

  Have broken her long-watched for rest! 60

  She stooped an instant, calm, and turned;

  But suddenly turned back again;

  And all her features seemed in pain

  With woe, and her eyes gazed and yearned.

  For my part, I but hid my face, 65

  And held my breath, and spake no word:

  There was none spoken; but I heard

  The silence for a little space.

  Our mother bowed herself and wept.

  And both my arms fell, and I said: 70

  “God knows I knew that she was dead.”

  And there, all white, my sister slept.

  Then kneeling, upon Christmas morn

  A little after twelve o’clock

  We said, ere the first quarter struck,

  “Christ’s blessing on the newly born!”

  MARY’S GIRLHOOD

  I

  This is that blessed Mary, pre-elect