No English poet, save perhaps Shakespeare, whose exquisite sympathy could not leave even Shylock unpitied, has spoken of the Jew with compassion, knowledge and admiration, till Browning wrote of him.

The Jew lay deep in Browning.

He was a complex creature; and who would understand or rather feel him rightly, must be able to feel something of the nature of all these races in himself.

But Tennyson was not complex.

He was English and only English.
But to return from this digression.