Select Poems of Robert Browning
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from ... Show synopsis This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ...To see, throughout all nature, varied stuff For better nature's birth by means of art: With me, each substance tended to one form 85 Of beauty--to the human archetype. On every side occurred suggestive germs Of that--the tree, the flower--or take the fruit, --Some rosy shape, continuing the peach, Curved beewise o'er its bough; as rosy limbs, 5 Depending, nestled in the leaves; and just From a cleft rose-peach the whole Dryad sprang! But of the stuffs one can be master of, How I divined their capabilities! From the soft-rinded smoothening facile chalk 93 That yields your outline to (he air's embrace, Half-softened by a halo's pearly gloom, Down to the crisp imperious steel, so sure To cut its one confided thought clean out Of all the world. But marble!--'neath my tools 100 More pliable than jelly--as it were Some clear primordial creature dug from depths In the earth's heart, where itself breeds itself, And whence all baser substance may be worked--Refine it off to air you may, condense it 105 Down to the diamond;--is not metal there, When o'er the sudden specks my chisel trips? Not flesh, as flake off flake I scale, approach, Lay bare those bluish veins of blood asleep? Lurks flame in no strange windings where, surprised no By the swift implement sent home at once, Flushes and glowings radiate and hover About its track?--Phene! what--why is this? That whitening cheek, those still-dilating eyes! Ah, you will die--I knew that'you would die! us Phene begins, on his having long remained silent. Now the end 's coming; to be sure, it must Have ended sometime! Tush, why need I speak Their foolish speech? I cannot bring to mind One half of it, beside, and do not care For old Natalia now, nor any of them. 120 Oh, you--what are you?--if I do not try To say..