Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
William Johnson Cory (18231892)Critical Introduction by Thomas Humphry Ward
[The son of William Johnson, of Torrington, Devon, where he was born, 1823. His mother was a great-niece of Sir Joshua Reynolds. Educated at Eton (Newcastle Scholar, 1841) and afterwards at King’s College, Cambridge, gaining a Fellowship in 1845. Craven Scholar and Chancellor’s Prize for an English poem 1843–4. Master at Eton, 1845–72. Inherited an estate at Halsdon, and took the name of Cory, 1872. Lived at Madeira, 1878–82; there married Miss Guille; returned, and lived at Hampstead, where he died in 1892. His small collection of poems, called Ionica, was first published 1858.]
We print these, and, to show that Johnson’s admiration for boyhood was larger than any personal affection, the fine poem called A Queen’s Visit, which tells how a word and a smile from the Head of the State were enough to arouse the heroism latent in boy-nature. Another poem, Amaturus, is given to show how Johnson could understand and express the perfectly normal feeling of a man for a maid. The verses are charming; they have music, and they have that simple directness of expression which is eschewed by many moderns, anxious to leave the complexity of modern life even more complex than they find it. It may discredit Johnson with some of the votaries of these recondite writers to find him saying, so late as 1883, “Tennyson is the sum and product of the art which begins with Homer … He fills my soul, and makes the best part of the forty years of manhood that I have gone through.” Certainly Johnson was a Tennysonian, but he was not an imitator of any contemporary. He was steeped in Greek and Latin literature. The lines that are given below (“Guide me with song”) are his translation of his own Greek verses; and of the Latin poems printed in his Lucretilis the great scholar Munro wrote, “In my humble judgment they are the best and most Horatian Sapphics and Alcaics which I am acquainted with that have been written since Horace ceased to write.”