"As if that kings could grasp the earth, As if that suns could shine at night, "She told me, she had freed his soul, Who now reck'd not, were worms below, "She said, the student's heart had beat Until she crush'd the bars of flesh, And pour'd truth's light on him. "She said, that they who left the hearth, She said, the funeral tolling brought "And as she spake, she spake less loud; Anon I nothing heard but waves And what didst thou say, oh my soul, Upon that mystic strife? I said, that Life was only Death, EARTH. How beautiful is earth! my starry thoughts Hush! And shapes their beauty into sound, and calls A thought did come, And press from out my soul the heathen dream. -"Christ!" In 1838 and 1839 Mrs. Browning gave to the world several other poems, including the Seraphim, the Romant of the Page, and the Drama of Exile. The subject of the latter is the fall of man, or rather, to quote her own words, "the new and strange experience of the fallen humanity, as it went forth from Paradise into the wilderness". Of course it is chiefly the dialogues between the erring first parents of the human race that awaken our sympathies; but the reader cannot fail to be struck with the beauty of such passages as the farewell greeting of the spirits to the hapless fugitives, as they leave their blissful abode with the haste of conscious guilt: Hark! the Eden trees are stirring Each still throbbing in vibration Slow and gradual, branch and head; Grove and wood were swept aslant Hearken, oh hearken! ye shall hearken surely The noise beside you dripping coldly, purely, We shall be near you in your poet-languors What time ye vex And wild extremes, And when upon you, By the foregone ye Of Mrs. Browning's minor poems, her beautiful lines on Cowper's Grave, Lady Geraldine's Courtship, the story of a peasant poet who loves and wins an earl's daughter, the Cry of the Children, a pathetic pleading for the children of the poor toiling for their bread in unwholesome factories, and Bertha in the Lane, are the chief favourites. In the last-named poem, two orphan sisters live together; and the elder is happy in the affection of a lover, till he at length becomes estranged from her, overcome by the superior charms of the younger girl. The elder sister, mindful of the vow she had made her dying mother, to guard and watch over Bertha, struggles hard to hide her sufferings, but "blood runs faint in womanhood", and the effort undermines her strength and wears her out. On her deathbed she acknowledges all to Bertha, and finds nothing unnatural in the transfer of her lover's affections: When he saw thee who art best, Past compare, and loveliest, He but judged thee as the rest. Then she makes the touching request: And, dear Bertha, let me keep Let me wear it out of sight, In the grave where it will light The Sonnets from the Portuguese are in the style of Shakespeare's sonnets, and passed at first for translations from Camoens; but nothing at all resembling them has been discovered in Portuguese literature. While engaged in the composition of a large portion of these poems, Miss Barrett for she was not yet Mrs. Browning lived as an invalid in a darkened room, and for several years she remained in a highly precarious state of health. Convalescent at last, if not physically strong, she gave her hand to the poet Robert Browning, who took her to Italy to recruit her shattered constitution; and while residing at Florence, in 1848, she was a witness of the revolutionary outbreak in that city. This furnished the subject of her poem, Casa Guidi Windows, in which she narrates what she saw from the windows of her residence, and describes the impressions made on her by these stirring popular movements. Every line is instinct with the love of Italy and the passion for political freedom. By an allusion in this poem to her "young Florentine, not two years old", we learn that there was now a new link to unite her at once to her husband, and to the land which they had chosen as their home. Aurora Leigh (1856) is the most ambitious of Mrs. Browning's poems, and she herself called it "the most mature" of her works. It is the first attempt ever made to write a novel in blank verse a bold attempt, and only partially successful; for we find in it the poetical and the prosaic so strangely mixed up together that we are often mystified and irritated by the amalgamation. Aurora is the daughter of a learned English father and a Florentine mother; and on the death of the latter, four years after the child's birth, her father becomes her tutor: My father taught me what he had learnt the best Through said mistakes being ventured in the gross Her father dies, and she is sent back to England, to her father's sister: Although my father's elder by a year) A nose drawn sharply, yet in delicate lines; The ends, through speaking unrequited loves Or peradventure niggardly half-truths. This elderly lady had seen but little of the world, for A sort of cage-bird life, born in a cage, Under her aunt's care, Aurora receives a curiously assorted education, comprising languages, science, theology, |