written in the same sort of verse, the octosyllabic of ‘fatal facility. ’ The following beautiful picture has not been given by any modern poet:
[Quotes ll. 529-32. ]
But a great blemish in most of Marvell’s poems is the occasional coarseness, surprising in the friend and contemporary of Milton; a perfect freedom from which is one of the many ennobling characteristics of that great writer.
The admiration of Marvell is to be based, not on his intellectual, but his moral qualities. Neither as a philosopher nor as a poet does Marvell belong to the first order of great minds. His intellectual merits are those of a wit and satirist; and though distinguished in that capacity, he could claim no particular notice beyond the crowds of wits and satirists who have blazed out their little hour and passed away. But Andrew Marvell possesses other claims to attention, other and higher demands on respectful and affectionate remembrance; and his name will not pass away. There is no man who worships political virtue, but must adore the memory of Marvell.
In the summer of 1832, Hartley Coleridge (1796-1849) moved to Leeds to continue work on the series of biographies of notable figures from Yorkshire and Lancashire that had been started by John Dove (No. 50). Based on Dove and his sources, one version of his life of Marvell appeared in 1832 in the collection entitled The Worthies of Yorkshire and Lancashire; it was to be re-issued a number of times under different titles and imprints. A second version of his Life of Marvell,