speech, cordial in manner, gracious and conciliatory in address, but subject to sudden fits of indignation which were like thunderstorms. In his long periods of foreign residence, he had acquired something of the mode and gesture of a Northern Italian. The following Poem was written in pursuance of a foolish BB MS. Note of Browning's on the Fly-leaf of "Pauline" FROM "A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S." Well (and it was graceful of the.n) they'd break talk off and afford What? Those lesser thirds so plaintive, sixths diminished sigh on sigh, "Were you happy?"—" Yes."—" And are you still as happy?"-" Yes-and you?" So an octave struck the answer. Oh, they praised you, I dare say! I can always leave off talking, when I hear a master play." Then they left you for their pleasure: til in due time, one by one, H But when I sit down to reason-think to take my stand nor swerve Yes, you, like a ghostly cricket, creaking where a house was burned- "Yours for instance, you know physics, something of geology, "As for Venice and its people, merely born to bloom and drop, "Dust and ashes!" So you creak it, and I want the heart to scold. Dear dead women, with such hair, too-what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old. FROM "SORDELLO.' Lo, on a heathy brown and nameless hill By sparkling Asolo, in mist and chill, A child barefoot and rosy-See! the sun's On the square castle's inner-court's green wall -Like the chine of some extinct animal Half-turned to earth and flowers; and thro' the haze Up and up goes he, singing all the while Some unintelligible words to beat The lark, God's poet, swooning at his feet, So worsted is he at "the few fine locks Stained like pale honey oozed from topmost rocks Sleep and forget, Sordello . . . in effect He sleeps, the feverish poet-I suspect Not utterly companionless; but, friends, Wake up; the ghost's gone, and the story ends Or in a perfume: friends be frank; ye snuff May ravage with impunity a rose- A silver sound, a hollow sound : I will not ring, for priest or king, One Hast tat in re-echoing, Would leser a bondsman faster bounc. Kisabet Dansett Browning ch, impting of fame ! oh, Persic Zoroaster, Lord of Hars! Who said these old renowns, dead long ago, would make me overlook the hiring world น gazem glooms at where they stood, indeed, But stand no longer ? - What a warm, light lift _ after the shade! Robert Browning. MS. Verses by Robert Browning and E. B. Browning when I come back from seeing you. and thick over it all, there never is a beast word of yours I could not occupy with, and wish to return to myself 4 say. all.. the you with some...not thoughts & gencies it is wore to call out of me : - there is nothing in you that does not draw out al of me :- you popep ine, dearest .. and there is us the 1 expressing it all, no voice It all, no voice nor hand, but thuse of nime which shrink and turn may from the attempt : 80 you on must go on. on me I more and more, patiently, knowing me and your entire power and I wil insol myself, to the full extent, with your knowledge, penetration, intuition.. somehow get to what is here, in I must beliève you the pretence of my telling or writing it. But, becauses give up the great achievements, there is no reasons. not leave any occasion of making clear one. Up important points that wire in our our inter wurk af I farely I can drist with the least success & for instance, mind to replain what I meant gesterday my by trusting that the entire happines I feel in the letters, and the help in the criticing might not be Facsimile Letter from Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett. your buot by the surmise, com, that thou labours to which you were born, might be inspended, whims digne, this mich generosity to me = dearest I believed in glorious genius and knew it for a threw star from the moment I saw it, long sefere that the bleping of kuning Mar, with my portime and futurity in d and, when I Meno back from myself and look better and more then I do feel with I was my - gm, that the writing a few letter речит, Ah, reading many or few chymes of any other would not interfere in materiid deye with that hower of yours - that you might easily make one to yeh am happy and go on writing "Geraldines and "Butters" but... how can I dearest, leave my long, even to look at ?..and when I come the your genius back and find all rafe, find the comfort of you. traces of you will it do I lick me to that all that in light effort, in casy matter? het, if you can lift shown. же with one ут There is mekli: hand, while the other suffices to crown, you in that too! on mich, I have spoken. As I told you, your tura comes now: how have you determined unperting the hover = rich wdition? you like me nothing of gorrily It is al me you |