Browning's Shorter Poems E-Book

Robert Browning

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Selected and edited by Franklin Baker. According to Wikipedia: "Robert Browning (1812 – 1889) was an English poet and playwright whose mastery of dramatic verse, especially dramatic monologues, made him one of the foremost Victorian poets."

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BROWNING'S SHORTER POEMS

SELECTED AND EDITED BY FRANKLIN T. BAKER, A.M.

PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH IN TEACHERS COLLEGE,

COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY

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FOURTH EDITION. REVISED AND ENLARGED

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THE MACMILLAN COMPANY

LONDON; MACMILLAN & CO., LTD.

1917

COPYRIGHT 1899,

BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.

Set up and electrotyped October, 1899. Reprinted January, 1901;

April, 1902; May, 1903; May, 1904; January, 1905; January, June,

1906; January, July, 1907; February, 1908; September, 1909;

February, 1910; March, 1911; July, 1912; July, 1913; January, July,

1915; July, 1916; January, September, 1917.

Norwood Press

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PREFACE

LIFE OF BROWNING

BROWNING AS POET

APPRECIATIONS

CHRONOLOGICAL LIST OF BROWNING'S WORKS

BIBLIOGRAPHY

The Pied Piper of Hamelin

Tray

Incident of the French Camp

"How they brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix"

Herve Riel

Pheidippides

My Star

Evelyn Hope

Love among the Ruins

Misconceptions

Natural Magic

Apparitions

A Wall

Confessions

A Woman's Last Word

A Pretty Woman

Youth and Art

A Tale

Cavalier Tunes

Home-Thoughts, from the Sea

Summum Bonum

A Face

Songs from Pippa Passes

The Lost Leader

Apparent Failure

Fears and Scruples

Instans Tyrannus

The Patriot

The Boy and the Angel

Memorabilia

Why I am a Liberal

Prospice

Epilogue to "Asolando"

"De Gustibus--"

The Italian in England

My Last Duchess

The Bishop Orders his Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church

The Laboratory

Home Thoughts, from Abroad

Up at a Villa--Down in the City

A Toccata of Galuppi's

Abt Vogler

Rabbi Ben Ezra

A Grammarian's Funeral

Andrea del Sarto

Caliban upon Setebos

"Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came"

An Epistle

Saul

One Word More

NOTES

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PREFACE

These selections from the poetry of Robert Browning have been made with especial reference to the tastes and capacities of readers of the high-school age. Every poem included has been found by experience to be within the grasp of boys and girls. Most of Browning's best poetry is within the ken of any reader of imagination and diligence. To the reader who lacks these, not only Browning, but the great world of literature, remains closed: Browning is not the only poet who requires close study. The difficulties he offers are, in his best poems, not more repellent to the thoughtful reader than the nut that protects and contains the kernel. To a boy or girl of active mind, the difficulty need rarely be more than a pleasant challenge to the exercise of a little patience and ingenuity.

Browning, when at his best in vigor, clearness, and beauty, is peculiarly a poet for young people. His freedom from sentimentality, his liveliness of conception and narration, his high optimism, and his interest in the things that make for the life of the soul, appeal to the imagination and the feelings of youth.

The present edition, attempts but little in the way of criticism. The notes cover such matters as are not readily settled by an appeal to the dictionary, and suggest, in addition, questions that are designed to help in interpretation and appreciation.

TEACHERS' COLLEGE, NEW YORK,

_July_, 1899.

 INTRODUCTION  -- LIFE OF BROWNING

Robert Browning was born in Camberwell, London, May 7, 1812. He was contemporary with Tennyson, Dickens, Thackeray, Lowell, Emerson, Hawthorne, Darwin, Spencer, Huxley, Dumas, Hugo, Mendelssohn, Wagner, and a score of other men famous in art and science.

Browning's good fortune began with his birth. His father, a clerk in the Bank of England, possessed ample means for the education of his children. He had artistic and literary tastes, a mind richly stored with philosophy, history, literature, and legend, some repute as a maker of verses, and a liberality that led him to assist his gifted son in following his bent. From his father Robert inherited his literary tastes and his vigorous health; in his father he found a critic and companion. His mother was described by Carlyle as a type of the true Scotch gentlewoman. Her "fathomless charity," her love of music, and her deep religious feeling reappear in the poet.

Free from struggles with adversity, and devoid of public or stirring incidents, the story of Browning's life is soon told. It was the life of a scholar and man of letters, devoted to the study of poetry, philosophy, history; to the contemplation of the lives of men and women; and to the exercise of his chosen vocation.

His school life was of meagre extent. He attended a private academy, read at home under a tutor, and for two years attended the University of London. When asked in his later life whether he had been to Oxford or Cambridge, he used to say, "Italy was my University," And, indeed, his many poems on Italian themes bear testimony to the profound influence of Italy upon him. In his teens, he came under the influence of Pope and Byron, and wrote verses after their styles. Then Shelley came by accident in his way, and became to the boy the model of poetic excellence.

In 1838 appeared his first published poem, _Pauline_. It bears the marks of his peculiar genius; it has the germs of his merits and his defects. Though not widely read, it received favorable notice from some of the critics. In 1835 appeared _Paracelsus_, in 1837 _Strafford_, in 1840 _Sordello_. From this time on, for the fifty remaining years of his life, his poetic activity hardly ceased, though his poetry was of uneven excellence. The middle period of his work, beginning with _Bells and Pomegranates_ in 1842, and ending with _Balaustion's Adventure_ (a transcript of Euripides' _Alcestis_) in 1871, was by far the richest in poetic value.

In 1846 he married Elizabeth Barrett, the poet. They left England for Italy, where, because of Mrs. Browning's feeble health, they continued to reside until her death in 1861. The remainder of his life was divided between England and Italy, with frequent visits to southern France. His reputation as a poet had steadily grown. He was now one of the best known men in England. His mental activity continued unabated to the end. Within the last thirty years of his life he wrote _The Ring and the Book_--his longest work, one of the longest and, intellectually, one of the greatest, of English poems; translated the _Agamemnon_ of AEschylus and the _Alcestis_ of Euripides; published many shorter poems; kept up the studies which had always been his labor and his pastime; and found leisure also to know a wide circle of men and women. William Sharp gives a pleasing picture of the last years of his life: "Everybody wished him to come and dine; and he did his utmost to gratify Everybody. He saw everything; read all the notable books; kept himself acquainted with the leading contents of the journals and magazines; conducted a large correspondence; read new French, German, and Italian books of mark; read and translated Euripides and AEschylus: knew all the gossip of the literary clubs, salons, and the studios; was a frequenter of afternoon tea-parties; and then, over and above it, he was Browning: the most profoundly subtle mind that has exercised itself in poetry since Shakespeare."[1]

He died in Venice, on December 12, 1889, and was buried in the poet's corner of Westminster Abbey.

  [Footnote 1: Sharp's _Life of Browning_.]

 BROWNING AS POET

The three generations of readers who have lived since Browning's first publication have seen as many attitudes taken toward one of the ablest poetic spirits of the century. To the first he appeared an enigma, a writer hopelessly obscure, perhaps not even clear in his own mind, as to the message he wished to deliver; to the second he appeared a prophet and a philosopher, full of all wisdom and subtlety, too deep for common mortals to fathom with line and plummet,--concealing below green depths of ocean priceless gems of thought and feeling; to the third, a poet full of inequalities in conception and expression, who has done many good things well and has made many grave failures.

No poet in our generation has fared so ill at the hands of the critics. Already the Browning library is large. Some of the criticism is good; much of it, regarding the author as philosopher and symbolist, is totally askew. Reams have been written in interpretation of _Childe Roland_, an imaginative fantasy composed in one day. Abstruse ideas have been wrested from the simple story of _My Last Duchess_. His poetry has been the stamping-ground of theologians and the centre of prattling literary circles. In this tortuous maze of futile criticism the one thing lost sight of is the fact that a poet must be judged by the standards of art. It must be confessed, however, that Browning is himself to blame for much of the smoke of commentary that has gathered round him. He has often chosen the oblique expression where the direct would serve better; often interpolated his own musing subtleties between the reader and the life he would present; often followed his theme into intricacies beyond his own power to resolve into the simple forms of art. Thus it has come about that misguided readers became enigma hunters, and the poet their Sphinx.

The real question with Browning, as with any poet, is, What is his work and worth as an artist? What of human life has he presented, and how clear and true are his presentations? What passions, what struggles, what ideals, what activities of men has he added to the art world? What beauty and dignity, what light, has he created? How does he view life: with what of hope, or aspiration, or strength? These questions may be discussed under his sense and mastery of form, and under his views of human life.

Browning's sense of form has often been attacked and defended. The first impression upon reading him is of harshness amounting to the grotesque. Rhymes often clash and jangle like the music of savages. Such rhymes as

  "Fancy the fabric...   Ere mortar dab brick,"

strain dignity and beauty to the breaking-point. Archaic and bizarre words are pressed into service to help out the rhyme and metre; instead of melodic rhythm there are harsh and jolting combinations; until the reader brought up in the traditions of Shakespeare, Milton, and Tennyson, is fain to cry out, This is not poetry!

In internal form, as well, Browning often defies the established laws of literature. Distorted and elliptical sentences, long and irrelevant parentheses, curious involutions of thought, and irregular or incoherent development of the narrative or the picture, often leave the reader in despair even of the meaning. Nor can these departures from orderly beauty always be defended by the exigencies of the subjects. They do not fit the theme. They are the discords of a musician who either has not mastered his instrument or is not sensitive to all the finer effects. Some of his work stands out clear from these faults: _A Toccata of Galuppi's_, _Love Among the Ruins_, the Songs from _Pippa Passes_, _Apparitions_, _Andrea del Sarto_, and a score of others might be cited to show that Browning could write with a sense of form as true, and an ear as delicate, as could any poet of the century, except Tennyson.

To Browning belongs the credit of having created a new poetic form,--the dramatic monologue. In this form the larger number of his poems are cast. Among the best examples in this volume are _My Last Duchess_, _The Bishop Orders his Tomb_, _The Laboratory_, and _Confessions_. One person only is speaking, but reveals the presence, action, and thoughts of the others who are in the scene at the same time that he reveals his own character, as in a conversation in which but one voice is audible. The dramatic monologue has in a peculiar degree the advantages of compression and vividness, and is, in Browning's hands, an instrument of great power.

The charge of obscurity so often made against Browning's poetry must in part be admitted. As has been said above he is often led off by his many-sided interests into irrelevancies and subtleties that interfere with simplicity and beauty. His compressed style and his fondness for unusual words often make an unwarranted demand upon the reader's patience. Such passages are a challenge to his admirers and a repulse to the indifferent. Sometimes, indeed, the ore is not worth the smelting; often it yields enough to reward the greatest patience.

Browning, like all great poets, knew life widely and deeply through men and books. He was born in London, near the great centres of the intellectual movements of his time; he travelled much, especially in Italy and France; he read widely in the literatures and philosophies of many ages and many lands; and so grew into the cosmopolitanism of spirit that belonged to Chaucer and to Shakespeare.

In all art human life is the matter of ultimate interest. To Browning this was so in a peculiar degree. In the epistolary preface to _Sordello_, written thirty years after its first publication, he said: "My stress lay on the incidents in the development of a soul: little else is worth study." This interest in "the development of a soul" is the keynote of nearly all his work. To it are directly traceable many of the most obvious excellences and defects of his poetry. He came to look below the surfaces of things for the soul beneath them. He came to be "the subtlest assertor of the Soul in Song," and like his own pair of lovers on the Campagna, "unashamed of soul." His early preference of Shelley to Keats indicated this bent. His readers are conscious always of revelations of the souls of the men and women he portrays; the sweet and tender womanhood of the Duchess, the sordid and material soul of the old Bishop of St. Praxed's, the devoted and heroic soul of Napoleon's young soldier, the weary and despairing soul of Andrea del Sarto,--and a host of others stand before us cleared of the veil of habit and convention. The souls of men appear as the victors over all material and immaterial obstacles. Human affection transforms the bare room to a bower of fruits and flowers; human courage and resolution carry Childe Roland victoriously past the threats and terrors of malignant nature, and the despair from accumulated memories of failure; death itself is described in _Evelyn Hope_, in _Prospice_, in _Rabbi Ben Ezra_, as a phase, a transit of the soul, wherein the material aspects and the physical terrors disappear. In Browning's poetry, the one real and permanent thing is the world of ideas, the world of the spirit. He is in this one of the truest Platonists of modern times.

To many young readers this method in art comes like a revelation. Other poets also portray the souls of men; but Browning does it more obviously, more intentionally, more insistently. It is well, therefore, to have read Browning. To learn to read him aright is to enter the gateway to other good and great poetry.

Out of this predominating interest in the souls of men, and out of his intense intellectual activity and scientific curiosity, grows one of Browning's greatest defects. He is often led too far afield, into intricacies and anomalies of character beyond the range of common experience and sympathy. The criminal, the "moral idiot," belong to the alienist rather than to the poet. The abnormalities of nature have no place in the world of great art; they do not echo the common experience of mankind. Already the interest is decreasing in that part of his poetry which deals with such themes. Bishop Blougram and Mr. Sludge will not take place in the ranks of artistic creations. Nor can the poet's "special pleading" for such types, however ingenious it may be, whatever philanthropy of soul it may imply, be regarded as justification. Sometimes, indeed, the poet is led by his sympathy and his intellectual ingenuity into defences that are inconsistent with his own standards of the true and the beautiful.

The trait in Browning which appeals to the largest number of readers is his strenuous optimism. He will admit no evil or sorrow too great to be borne, too irrational to have some ultimate purpose of beneficence. "There shall never be one lost good," says Abt Vogler. The suicides in the morgue only serve to call forth his declaration:--

  "My own hope is, a sun will pierce   The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;

         *       *       *       *       *

  That what began best can't end worst,   Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst."

He has no fear of death; he will face it gladly, in confidence of the life beyond. His Grammarian is content to assume an order of things which will justify in the next life his ceaseless toil in this, merely to learn how to live. Rabbi Ben Ezra's old age is serene in the hope of the continuity of life and the eternal development of character; he finds life good, and the plan of things perfect. In brief, Browning accepts life as it is, and believes it good, piecing out his conception of the goodness of life by drawing without limit upon his hopes of the other world. With the exception of a few poems like _Andrea del Sarto_, this is the unbroken tone of his poetry. Calvinism, asceticism, pessimism in any form, he rejects. He sustains his position not by argument, but by hope and assertion. It is a matter of temperament: he is optimistic because he was born so. Different from the serene optimism of Shakespeare's later life, in _The Tempest_ and _The Winter's Tale_, in that it is not, like Shakespeare's, born of long and deep suffering from the contemplation of the tragedies of human life, it bears, in that degree, less of solace and conviction.

To Browning's temperament, also, may be ascribed another prominent trait in his work. He steadily asserts the right of the individual to live out his own life, to be himself in fulfilling his desires and aspirations. _The Statue and the Bust_ is the famous exposition of this doctrine. It is a teaching that neither the poet's optimism nor his acumen has justified in the minds of men. It is a return to the unbridled freedom of nature advocated by Whitman and Rousseau; an extreme assertion of the value of the individual man, and of unregulated democracy; an outgrowth, it may be, of the robustness and originality of Browning's nature, and interesting--not as a clew to his life, which conformed to that of organized society--but as a clew to his independence of classical and conventional forms in the exercise of his art.

Creative energy Browning has in high degree. With the poet's insight into character and motives, the poet's grasp of the essential laws of human life, the poet's vividness of imagination, he has portrayed a host of types distinct from each other, true to life, strongly marked and consistent. With fine dramatic instinct he has shown these characters in true relation to the facts of life and to each other. In this respect he has satisfied the most exigent demands of art, and has already taken rank as one of the great creative minds of the nineteenth century.

True poet he is, also, in his depth of feeling and range of sympathy. Beneath a ruggedness of intellect, like his landscape in _De Gustibus_, there is always sympathy and tenderness. It is, indeed, more like the serenity of Chaucer's emotions than like the tragic fervor of Shakespeare's. Mrs. Browning's estimate of him in _Lady Geraldine's Courtship_,--

  "Or from Browning some 'Pomegranate,' which, if cut deep down the middle,

  Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity,"

is true criticism.

His love of nature, and his sense of the joy and beauty of it, appear often in his poetry; but not with the same insistence as in Wordsworth and Burns, and seldom with the same pervasiveness, or with the same beauty, as in Tennyson. He was rather the poet of men's souls. When he does use nature, it is generally to illustrate some phase or experience of the soul, and not for the sake of its beauty. He has, however, some nature-descriptions so exquisite that English poetry would be the poorer for their loss. Witness _De Gustibus_, _Up at a Villa_, _Home Thoughts from Abroad_, _Pippa's Songs_, and _Saul_.

It is too early to guess at Browning's permanent place in our literature. But his vigor of intellect, his insight into the human heart, his originality in phrase and conception, his unquenchable and fearless optimism, and his grasp of the problems of his century, make

him beyond question one of its greatest figures.

APPRECIATIONS

  Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's,

  Therefore, on him no speech! and brief for thee,

  Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale

  No man has 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 breeze

  Of Alpine heights thou playest with, borne on

  Beyond Sorrento and Amalfi, where

  The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

--WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR.

Tennyson has a vivid feeling of the dignity and potency of _law_.... Browning vividly feels the importance, the greatness and beauty of passions and enthusiasms, and his imagination is comparatively unimpressed by the presence of law and its operations.... It is not the order and regularity in the processes of the natural world which chiefly delight Browning's imagination, but the streaming forth of power, and will, and love from the whole face of the visible universe....

Tennyson considers the chief instruments of human progress to be a vast increase of knowledge and of political organization. Browning makes that progress dependent on the production of higher passions, and aspirations,--hopes, and joys, and sorrows; Tennyson finds the evidence of the truth of the doctrine of progress in the universal presence of a self-evolving law. Browning obtains his assurance of its truth from inward presages and prophecies of the soul, from anticipations, types, and symbols of a higher greatness in store for man, which even now reside within him, a creature ever unsatisfied, ever yearning upward in thought, feeling, and endeavour.

... Hence, it is not obedience, it is not submission to the law of duty, which points out to us our true path of life, but rather infinite desire and endless aspiration. Browning's ideal of manhood in this world always recognizes the fact that it is the ideal of a creature who never can be perfected on earth, a creature whom other and higher lives await in an endless hereafter....

The gleams of knowledge which we possess are of chief value because they "sting with hunger for full light." The goal of knowledge, as of love, is God himself. Its most precious part is that which is least positive--those momentary intuitions of things which eye hath not seen nor ear heard. The needs of the highest parts of our humanity cannot be supplied by ascertained truth, in which we might rest, or which we might put to use for definite ends; rather by ventures of faith, which test the courage of the soul, we ascend from surmise to assurance, and so again to higher surmise.--Condensed from EDWARD DOWDEN, _Studies in Literature_.

... Browning has not cared for that poetic form which bestows perennial charm, or else he was incapable of it. He fails in beauty, in concentration of interest, in economy of language, in selection of the best from the common treasure of experience. In those works where he has been most indifferent, as in the _Red Cotton Night-Cap Country_, he has been merely whimsical and dull; in those works where the genius he possessed is most felt, as in _Saul_, _A Toccata of Galuppi's_, _Rabbi Ben Ezra_, _The Flight of the Duchess_, _The Bishop Orders his Tomb in Saint Praxed's Church_, _Herve Riel_, _Cavalier Tunes_, _Time's Revenges_, and many more, he achieves beauty, or nobility, or fitness of phrase such as only a poet is capable of. It is in these last pieces and their like that his fame lies for the future. It was his lot to be strong as the thinker, the moralist, with "the accomplishment of verse," the scholar interested to rebuild the past of experience, the teacher with an explicit dogma in an intellectual form with examples from life, the anatomist of human passions, instincts, and impulses in all their gamut, the commentator on his own age; he was weak as the artist, often unnecessarily and by choice, in the repulsive form,--in the awkward, the obscure, the ugly. He belongs with Jonson, with Dryden, with the heirs of the masculine intellect, the men of power not unvisited by grace, but in whom mind is predominant. Upon the work of such poets time hesitates, conscious of their mental greatness, but also of their imperfect art, their heterogeneous matter; at last the good is sifted from that whence worth has departed.--From GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY'S _Studies in Letters and Life_.

When it is urged that for a poet the intellectual energies are too strong in Browning, that for poetry the play of intellectual interests and activities is too great in his work, and that Browning often and at times ruthlessly sacrifices the requirements and effects of art for the expression of thought, that "though he refreshes the heart he tires the brain," we should admit this with regard to a good deal of the work of the third period. We should allow that this is the side to which he leans generally, but still hold that, though to many his intellectual quality and energy may well seem excessive, yet in great part of his work, and that of course, his best, the passion of the poet and his kind of imagination are just as fresh and powerful as the intellectual force and subtlety are keen and abundant.--JAMES FROTHINGHAM, _Studies of the Mind and Art of Robert Browning_.

  Now dumb is he who waked the world to speak,

  And voiceless hangs the world beside his bier,

  Our words are sobs, our cry or praise a tear:

  We are the smitten mortal, we the weak.

  We see a spirit on earth's loftiest peak

  Shine, and wing hence the way he makes more clear:

  See a great Tree of Life that never sere

  Dropped leaf for aught that age or storms might wreak;

  Such ending is not death: such living shows

  What wide illumination brightness sheds

  From one big heart,--to conquer man's old foes:

  The coward, and the tyrant, and the force

  Of all those weedy monsters raising heads

  When Song is muck from springs of turbid source.

--GEORGE MEREDITH.

CHRONOLOGICAL LIST OF BROWNING'S WORKS

1833. Pauline.

1835. Paracelsus.

1837. Strafford (A tragedy).

1840. Sordello.

1841. Bells and Pomegranates, No I.,

         Pippa Passes.

1842. Bells and Pomegranates, No. II.,

         King Victor and King Charles.

1842. Bells and Pomegranates, No. III.,

         Dramatic Lyrics.

      Cavalier Tunes.

      Italy and France.

      Camp and Cloister.

      In a Gondola.

      Artemis Prologises.

      Waring.

      Queen Worship.

      Madhouse Cells.

      Through the Metidja.

      The Pied Piper of Hamelin.

1843. Bells and Pomegranates, No. IV.,

         The Return of the Druses (A tragedy).

1843. Bells and Pomegranates, No. V.,

         A Blot In the 'Scutcheon (A tragedy).

1844. Bells and Pomegranates, No. VI.,

         Colombe's Birthday (A play).

1845. Bells and Pomegranates, No. VII.

         "How they Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix."

      Pictor Ignotos.

      The Italian in England.

      The Englishman in Italy.

      The Lost Leader.

      The Lost Mistress.

      Home Thoughts from Abroad.

      The Bishop Orders his Tomb.

      Garden Fancies.

      The Laboratory.

      The Confessional.

      The Flight of the Duchess.

      Earth's Immortalities.

      Song: "Nay, but you,--who do not love her."

      The Boy and the Angel.

      Night and Morning.

      Claret and Tokay.

      Saul.

      Time's Revenges.

      The Glove.

1846. Bells and Pomegranates, No. VIII.,

         Luria, and A Soul's Tragedy.

1850. Christmas Eve and Easterday.

1852. Introductory Essay to Shelley's Letters.

1855. Men and Women.

      VOLUME I.

      Love among the Ruins.

      A Lover's Quarrel.

      Evelyn Hope.

      Up at a Villa--Down in the City.

      A Woman's Last Word.

      Fra Lippo Lippi.

      A Toccata of Galuppi's.

      By the Fireside.

      Any Wife to Any Husband.

      An Epistle (Karshish).

      Mesmerism.

      A Serenade at the Villa.

      My Star.

      Instans Tyrannus.

      A Pretty Woman.

      "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came."

      Respectability.

      A Light Woman.

      The Statue and the Bust.

      Love in a Life.

      Life in a Love.

      How it Strikes a Contemporary.

      The Last Ride Together.

      The Patriot.

      Master Hugues of Saxe-Gotha.

      Bishop Blougram's Apology.

      Memorabilia.

      VOLUME II.

      Andrea del Sarto.

      Before and After.

      In Three Days.

      In a Year.

      Old Pictures in Florence.

      In a Balcony.

      Saul.

      "De Gustibus--."

      Women and Roses.

      Protus.

      Holy-Cross Day.

      The Guardian Angel.

      Cleon.

      The Twins.

      Popularity.

      The Heretic's Tragedy.

      Two in the Campagna.

      A Grammarian's Funeral.

      One Way of Love.

      Another Way of Love.

      "Transcendentalism."

      Misconceptions.

      One Word More.

1864. Dramatis Personae.

      James Lee.

      Gold Hair.

      The Worst of It.

      Dis Aliter Visum.

      Too Late.

      Abt Vogler.

      Rabbi Ben Ezra.

      A Death in the Desert.

      Caliban upon Setebos.

      Confessions.

      May and Death.

      Prospice.

      Youth and Art.

      A Face.

      A Likeness.

      Mr. Sludge, "The Medium."

      Apparent Failure.

      Epilogue.

1868-69. The Ring and the Book.

1871. Balaustion's Adventure.

1871. Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau.

1872. Fifine at the Fair.

1873. Red Cotton Night-Cap Country.

1875. Aristophanes' Apology.

1875. The Inn Album.

1876. Pacchiarotto, and other Poems

         (including Natural Magic and Herve Riel).

1877. The Agamemnon of AEschylus.

1878. La Saisiaz, and The Two Poets of Croisic.

1879-80. Dramatic Idyls.

1883. Jocoseria.

1884. Ferishtah's Fancies.

1887. Parleyings with Certain People.

1890. Asolando.

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