There is delight in singing, though none hear Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale, No man hath walked along our roads with step So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue So varied in discourse. But warmer climes Give brighter plumage, stronger wing: the MEMORY AND PRIDE (1837) 'Do you remember me? or are you proud?' Lightly advancing through her star-trimmed crowd, Ianthe said, and looked into my eyes. 'A yes, a yes, to both: for Memory Where you but once have been must ever be, And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise.' (1846) ON TIMELY DEATH |