Robert Browning eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 300 pages of information about Robert Browning.
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Robert Browning eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 300 pages of information about Robert Browning.

                “And you smile indeed! 
      This hour has been an hour!  Another smile? 
      If you would sit thus by me every night
      I should work better, do you comprehend? 
      I mean that I should earn more, give you more.”

The tragedy is for us, not for him:  he regrets little, and would change still less.  The “silver-grey” lights of dreamy autumn eve were never with more delicate insight rendered in terms of soul.

Suddenly these autumnal half-tones give way to the flash of torches in the fragrant darkness of an Italian night.  There is a scurry of feet along a dark alley, a scuffle at the end, and the genial rotundity of Brother Lippo Lippi’s face, impudent, brilliant, insuppressible, leers into the torchlight. Fra Lippo Lippi is not less true and vivacious than the Andrea, if less striking as an example of Browning’s dramatic power.  Sarto is a great poetic creation; Browning’s own robust temperament provided hardly any aid in delineating the emaciated soul whose gifts had thinned down to a morbid perfection of technique.  But this vigorous human creature, with the teeming brain, and the realist eye, and the incorrigible ineptitude for the restraints of an insincere clerical or other idealism, was a being to which Browning’s heart went out; and he even makes him the mouthpiece of literary ideas, which his own portrait as here drawn aptly exemplifies.  There is not much “soul” in Lippo, but he has the hearty grasp of common things, of the world in its business and its labour and its sport and its joys, which “edifies” men more than artificial idealities designed expressly to “beat nature.”  He “lends his mind out” and finds the answering mind in other men instead of imposing one from without:—­

“This world’s no blot for us,
Nor blank; it means intensely, and means good: 
To find its meaning is my meat and drink.”

“Ay, but,” objects the Prior, “you do not instigate to prayer!” And it is the prior and his system which for Lippi stand in the place of Andrea’s soulless wife.  Lucrezia’s illusive beauty lured his soul to its doom; and Lippo, forced, as a child of eight, to renounce the world and put on the cassock he habitually disgraced, triumphantly cast off the incubus of a sham spirituality which only tended to obscure what was most spiritual in himself.  He was fortunate in the poet who has drawn his portrait so superbly in his sitter’s own style.

These two monologues belong to the most finished achievements of Browning.  But we should miss much of the peculiar quality of his mind, as well as a vivid glimpse into the hope-and-fear-laden atmosphere of Tuscany in the early ’Fifties, if we had not that quaint heterogeneous causerie called Old Pictures in Florence.  There is passion in its grotesqueness and method in its incoherence; for the old painters, whose apologies he is ostensibly writing, with their imperfect achievement and their insuppressible idealism, sounded a congenial note to men whose eyes were bent incessantly upon the horizon waiting for the invisible to come into play, and Florence looked for her completion as Giotto’s unfinished campanile for its spire.

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