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THE NEW AGE
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...that when England was arrayed in hostile camps we have on the one hand the
cavalier literature of persiflage and on the other the lofty strain of Milton.
After each of these times of activity there has followed, in literature
as in national life, a period of depression, sometimes, but not always, succeeded by a
fresh revival. For Athens, after the glory of the drama and of history had passed, there
still remained the glory of philosophy and of oratory. In Spain, the eclipse of romance
was permanent. In France, the great age of Louis XIV passes into the lower phase of the
Encyclopedia, only to revive again in the marvellous burst of political life in which
she led, and of literature in which she shared with, the rest of Europe. In England,
the many-sided activity of the Elizabethans changes into the factional spirit of
Cavalier and Roundhead, and that again sinks with the debasement of the court and of
society into the ribaldry and license of the Restoration drama.
The same spectacle of rise and fall meets the eye when we turn to the
great age of the French Revolution and compare it with the period immediately after its
force was spent. No one can doubt that the Revolution was for Europe in general, both in
national life and in literature, a time of heightened energy and productiveness. For
more than twenty years the sword was hardly ever sheathed, and the whole Continent shook
with the tramp of armies. It is true, war in itself is not productive; but De
Tocqueville's L'Ancien Regime shows that the political ideas which set the armies
in motion were eminently fertile. And who can doubt that in literature the thirty years
or so during which "the gospel of Jean Jacques" swayed the thought of Europe were among
the most productive in the history of the world? But when we look a generation forward,
we see once more innumerable evidences of decline. War is exhausting; and in 1815 the
nations found themselves the richer by a prisoner whom they feared even in captivity,
and the poorer by hundreds of thousands of lives, by countless millions of money, and
by multitudes of shattered hopes. For however clear it might be to De Tocqueville that
the ideas of the Revolution were still
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...that when England was arrayed in hostile camps we have on the one hand the
cavalier literature of persiflage and on the other the lofty strain of Milton.
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