Not only events, deeds, and characters—­the usual subject-matter moulded and irradiated by dramatic power—­but thoughts, impressions, experiences, impulses, no matter how spiritualized or complex or mobile, are transfused with the enlivening light of his creative energy in his shorter poems.  Perhaps the very path struck out through them by the poet in his re-division may be traced between the leaves silently closing together again behind him if it be noticed that among these poems there are some with footholds firmly rooted in the earth and others whose proper realm is air.  These have wings for alighting, for flitting thither and hither, or for pursuing some sudden rapt whirl of flight in Heaven’s face at fancy’s bidding.  They are certainly not less original than those other solider, earth-fast poems, but they are less unique.  Being motived in transient fancy, they are more akin to poems by other hands, and could be classed more readily with them by any observer, despite all differences, as little poetic romances or as a species of lyric.

They were probably first found praiseworthy, not only because they were simpler, but because, being more like work already understood and approved, adventurous criticism was needed to taste their quality.  The other longer poems in blank verse, graver and more dignified, yet even more vivid, and far more life-encompassing, which bore the rounded impress of the living human being, instead of the shadowy motion of the lively human fancy—­these are the birth of a process of imaginative brooding upon the development of man by means of individuality throughout the slow, unceasing flow of human history.  Browning evidently grew aware that whatever these poems of personality might prove to be worth to the world, these were the ones deserving of a place apart, under the early title of “Men and Women,” which he thought especially suited to the more roundly modelled and distinctively colored exemplars of his peculiar faculty.

In his next following collection, under the similar descriptive title of “Dramatis Personae,” he added to this class of work, shaping in the mould of blank verse mainly used for “Men and Women” his personifications of the Medium Mr. Sludge, the embryo theologian Caliban, the ripened mystical saint of “A Death in the Desert”; while Abt Vogler, the creative musician, Rabbi ben Ezra, the intuitional philosopher, and the chastened adept in loving, James Lee’s wife, although held within the embrace of their maker’s dramatic conception of them, as persons of his stage, were made to pour out their speech in rhyme as Johannes Agricola in the earlier volume uttered his creed and Rudel his love-message, as if the heat of their emotion-moved personality required such an outlet.  Some such general notion as this of the scope of this volume, and of the design of the poet in the construction, classification, and orderly arrangement of so much of his briefer work as is here contained seems to be borne out upon a