Robert Browning was born in Camberwell,
London, May 7, 1812. He was contemporary with
Tennyson, Dickens, Thackeray, Lowell, Emerson, Hawthorne,
Darwin, Spencer, Huxley, Dumas, Hugo, Mendelssohn,
Wagner, and a score of other men famous in art and
science.
Browning’s good fortune began
with his birth. His father, a clerk in the Bank
of England, possessed ample means for the education
of his children. He had artistic and literary
tastes, a mind richly stored with philosophy, history,
literature, and legend, some repute as a maker of
verses, and a liberality that led him to assist his
gifted son in following his bent. From his father
Robert inherited his literary tastes and his vigorous
health; in his father he found a critic and companion.
His mother was described by Carlyle as a type of the
true Scotch gentlewoman. Her “fathomless
charity,” her love of music, and her deep religious
feeling reappear in the poet.
Free from struggles with adversity,
and devoid of public or stirring incidents, the story
of Browning’s life is soon told. It was
the life of a scholar and man of letters, devoted
to the study of poetry, philosophy, history; to the
contemplation of the lives of men and women; and to
the exercise of his chosen vocation.
His school life was of meagre extent.
He attended a private academy, read at home under
a tutor, and for two years attended the University
of London. When asked in his later life whether
he had been to Oxford or Cambridge, he used to say,
“Italy was my University,” And, indeed,
his many poems on Italian themes bear testimony to
the profound influence of Italy upon him. In
his teens, he came under the influence of Pope and
Byron, and wrote verses after their styles. Then
Shelley came by accident in his way, and became to
the boy the model of poetic excellence.
In 1838 appeared his first published
poem, Pauline. It bears the marks of his
peculiar genius; it has the germs of his merits and
his defects. Though not widely read, it received
favorable notice from some of the critics. In
1835 appeared Paracelsus, in 1837 Strafford,
in 1840 Sordello. From this time on, for
the fifty remaining years of his life, his poetic
activity hardly ceased, though his poetry was of uneven
excellence. The middle period of his work, beginning
with Bells and Pomegranates in 1842, and ending
with Balaustion’s Adventure (a transcript
of Euripides’ Alcestis) in 1871, was
by far the richest in poetic value.
In 1846 he married Elizabeth Barrett,
the poet. They left England for Italy, where,
because of Mrs. Browning’s feeble health, they
continued to reside until her death in 1861.
The remainder of his life was divided between England
and Italy, with frequent visits to southern France.
His reputation as a poet had steadily grown. He
was now one of the best known men in England.
His mental activity continued unabated to the end.
Within the last thirty years of his life he wrote The
Ring and the Book—his longest work,
one of the longest and, intellectually, one of the
greatest, of English poems; translated the Agamemnon
of Æschylus and the Alcestis of Euripides;
published many shorter poems; kept up the studies which
had always been his labor and his pastime; and found
leisure also to know a wide circle of men and women.
William Sharp gives a pleasing picture of the last
years of his life: “Everybody wished him
to come and dine; and he did his utmost to gratify
Everybody. He saw everything; read all the notable
books; kept himself acquainted with the leading contents
of the journals and magazines; conducted a large correspondence;
read new French, German, and Italian books of mark;
read and translated Euripides and Æschylus: knew
all the gossip of the literary clubs, salons, and
the studios; was a frequenter of afternoon tea-parties;
and then, over and above it, he was Browning:
the most profoundly subtle mind that has exercised
itself in poetry since Shakespeare.”[1]
He died in Venice, on December 12,
1889, and was buried in the poet’s corner of
Westminster Abbey.
[Footnote 1: Sharp’s Life
of Browning.]