25 The Prologue from The Angel in the House (1854/1887)
Coventry Patmore
“The Prologue” by Coventry Patmore is from The Angel in the House, which was first published in 1854 and expanded until 1862. We are using the 1887 edition, which was the last edition published before Patmore’s death. This edition is available in full on Google Books. The Angel of the House is in the public domain.
The editorial notes are available under the CC BY-NC 4.0 license. Unless otherwise attributed, they were written by Dr. Kylee-Anne Hingston at the University of Saskatchewan.
The Prologue from The Angel in the House
1.
“Mine is no horse with wings, to gain
The region of the spheral chime;
He does but drag a rumbling wain,
Cheer’d by the coupled bells of rhyme;
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And if at Fame’s bewitching note
My homely Pegasus pricks an ear,
The world’s cart-collar hugs his throat,
And he’s too wise to prance or rear.”
2.
Thus ever answer’d Vaughan his Wife,
10
Who, more than he, desired his fame;
But, in his heart, his thoughts were rife
How for her sake to earn a name.
With bays poetic three times crown’d,
And other college honours won,
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He, if he chose, might be renown’d,
He had but little doubt, she none;
And in a loftier phrase he talk’d
With her, upon their Wedding-Day,[1]
(The eighth), while through the fields they walk’d,
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Their children shouting by the way.
3.
“Not careless of the gift of song,
Nor out of love with noble fame,
I, meditating much and long
What I should sing, how win a name,
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Considering well what theme unsung,
What reason worth the cost of rhyme,
Remains to loose the poet’s tongue[2]
In these last days, the dregs of time,
Learn that to me, though born so late,
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There does, beyond desert, befall
(May my great fortune make me great!)
The first of themes, sung last of all.[3]
In green and undiscover’d ground,
Yet near where many others sing,[4]
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I have the very well-head found
Whence gushes the Pierian Spring.”
4.
Then she: “What is it, Dear? The Life
Of Arthur, or Jerusalem’s Fall?”
“Neither: your gentle self, my Wife,
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And love, that grows from one to all.[5]
And if I faithfully proclaim
Of these the exceeding worthiness,
Surely the sweetest wreath of Fame
Shall, to your hope, my brows caress;
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And if, by virtue of my choice
Of this, the most heart-touching theme
That ever tuned a poet’s voice,
I live, as I am bold to dream,
To be delight to many days,
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And into silence only cease
When those are still, who shared their bays
With Laura and with Beatrice,
Imagine, Love, how learned men
Will deep-conceiv’d devices find,
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Beyond my purpose and my ken,
An ancient bard of simple mind.
You, Sweet, his Mistress, Wife, and Muse,
Were you for mortal woman meant?
Your praises give a hundred clues
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To mythological intent!
And, severing thus the truth from trope,
In you the Commentators see
Outlines occult of abstract scope,
A future for philosophy!
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Your arm’s on mine! these are the meads
In which we pass our living days;
There Avon runs, now hid with reeds,
Now brightly brimming pebbly bays;
Those are our children’s songs that come
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With bells and bleatings of the sheep;
And there, in yonder English home,
We thrive on mortal food and sleep!”
She laugh’d. How proud she always was
To feel how proud he was of her!
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But he had grown distraught, because
The Muse’s mood began to stir.
5.
His purpose with performance crown’d,
He to his well-pleased Wife rehears’d,
When next their Wedding-Day came round,
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His leisure’s labour, “Book the First.”
Work Cited
Patmore, Coventry. “The Prologue.” The Angel in the House, Cassell and Company, 1887, pp. 13–16. Google Books, www.google.ca/books/edition/The_Angel_in_the_House/VqZbAAAAQAAJ.
- That is, their anniversary. ↵
- That is, he is wondering what topic he should write his next poem about, since everything has been written about already. ↵
- Here, by “first,” Patmore means “most important,” and by “sung last of all,” he means it is the last theme for him to write about. ↵
- That is, many other people have written poetry about love. ↵
- That is, he is going to write about domestic bliss and married love. ↵
