Poetry and Piety
Robert Southey and Lord Byron
Madmen of Art Monday reminds us taking the ‘moral high ground’ may be paving the road to hell.
Picture, if you will, the year is 1819. We stand in a bustling public house in London, where the fire crackles in the hearth and the air is thick with the chatter of the times. The Industrial Revolution is in full swing, bringing both progress and peril to a rapidly changing world.
Amidst this, two towering figures of British literature, both poets of great renown, stand in stark opposition. To your left, there is Lord Byron, a man who has lived and written with a devil-may-care attitude, his words as incendiary as his lifestyle, boldly rejecting the morals of society. To your right, the revered Robert Southey, once a firebrand of radical thought, now holding the laureateship and its sacred responsibilities, his poetry steeped in the moral pieties of the age.
These are giants of the same literary world, yet their clash is one of ideology, politics and personal pride. Byron’s satire pierces Southey’s moralistic tones, while Southey’s condemnations aim to neutralize the wild spirit of Byron’s verse. Their rivalry is not just one of words—it is the battle of the Romantic Spirit itself.
As we gather in this warm, flickering room, let us recount their poetic duel, where each line brings forth the conflict burning beneath the surface of their very souls.
Crown and Flame
In England's verdant hills where muses dwell,
Two laureates clashed with words, like hammers fell.
One, Byron bold, with fire in his pen,
A lord of scandals, scorned by solemn men.
The other, Southey, crowned in laureate guise,
Whose verses soared, yet moralized the skies.
When once a radical with fervor burned,
Southey to Crown and Church had turned.
To Byron’s eye, this transformation stung,
“A craven bard whose youth from conscience sprung.”
“Lo, Southey speaks,” cried Byron with a sneer,
“In visions draped in robes of moral cheer.
He blames the Satanic school, yet fails to see,
His laureate chair rests on hypocrisy!”
The Poet Laureate, affronted by this slight,
Proclaimed the devil’s hand in Byron’s write.
“In verse unholy,” Southey cried, aghast,
“Immortal fame through sin shall never last!”
Then came the clash in pamphlet-strewn exchange,
Their jabs as cutting as their views estranged.
Southey, with fire, invoked Judgment’s name,
To Byron, mere folly cloaked in claim.
“Pray tell,” said Byron, “where is your bold youth?
When did you trade your courage for uncouth
Submissions to the powers you once reviled?
The laureate’s coinage makes the bard beguiled!”
In Vision, Byron skewered Southey’s pride,
With wit so keen, leaving no flaw to hide.
A parody so sharp, it still can sting,
A devil’s hymn, to counter Heaven’s king.
Yet history laughed, for both earned their share,
Immortal fame, though neither’s slate was fair.
One danced with demons, quipped in satire’s glow,
The other prayed his virtue’d rightly show.
Thus, in their feud, the poets’ flames entwined,
A tale of egos, politics and minds.
Their visions clashed, yet through time’s great test,
Both pens endure, each flawed—each, its best.
And now, dear friends, as the final echo of this poetic recap fades into air, I leave you with the weight of their words to carry forth. Reflect, if you will, on the folly of pride and the cost of changing one’s ideals under the weight of circumstance! Byron, with his scorn and fire, and Southey, with his sanctity and shame—each immortal in his own right, yet neither free from the flaws they so freely castigated at each other’s fame. What, then, is the lesson of this rivalry? Perhaps this: In glory’s pursuit, beware the righteous silencing of our spirit or selling of our soul to the highest bidder.
Go now, my friends, with the sting of their battle, this verse on your tongues. Be it a reminder of the dangers of pride and the nobility of remaining true—true to your heart, your words and ideals. Until we meet again, may you ponder the folly of perfecting one’s legacy, for even the greatest poets are but mortal, in the end.
The verse presented is inspired by historic research, written by neither, honoring both men.
Did they really hate each other?
References—
Lord Byron: A Biography by Fiona MacCarthy
Robert Southey: The Life of the Poet Laureate by Roland A. Smith
The Letters of Lord Byron, edited by Leslie A. Marchand
The Correspondence of Robert Southey, edited by Kathleen Coburn
Byron’s poem The Vision of Judgment (1822) – This satirical work parodies Southey’s moralistic tone and is a direct response to Southey's criticisms of Byron's works and lifestyle.
Southey’s poem A Vision of Judgment (1821) – In this poem, Southey critiques Byron’s work and the "Satanic school" of poets, targeting Byron and his circle, including Percy Bysshe Shelley.
The Byron-Southey Feud in The Oxford Companion to English Literature, edited by Margaret Drabble
What an incredible exploration of the Byron-Southey rivalry! You've captured the essence of their contrasting ideologies so beautifully. The way you weave their personalities and beliefs into the poem is both insightful and captivating. It really makes you reflect on the complexities of ambition and staying true to oneself amidst external pressures.