Sordello: An Outline Analysis of Mr. Browning's Poem

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W. Blackwood, 1889 - 115 pages

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Page 14 - Nor rest they here ; fresh births of beauty wake Fresh homage, every grade of love is past. With every mode of loveliness : then cast Inferior idols off their borrowed crown Before a coming glory. Up and down Runs arrowy fire, while earthly forms combine To throb the secret forth ; a touch divine — And the scaled eyeball owns the mystic rod ; Visibly through his garden walketh God.
Page 2 - He stood as erect as that tent-prop, both arms stretched out wide On the great cross-support in the centre, that goes to each side; He relaxed not a muscle, but hung there as, caught in his pangs...
Page 15 - It is the little rift within the lute, That by-and-by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
Page 13 - Round it, each side of it, where'er one sees, Upholds it — shrinking Caryatides Of just-tinged marble like Eve's lilied flesh Beneath her Maker's finger when the fresh First pulse of life shot brightening the snow...
Page 85 - And then a low voice wound into his heart : ' Sordello ! ' (low as some old Pythoness Conceding to a Lydian King's distress The cause of his long error — one mistake Of her past oracle) ' Sordello, wake ! God has conceded two sights to a man — One, of men's whole work, Time's completed plan, The other, of the minute's work, man's first Step to the plan's completeness.
Page 111 - Love, tho' unloving all conceived by man — What need ! And of — none the minutest duct To that out-nature, nought that would instruct And so let rivalry begin to live — But of a Power its representative Who, being for authority the same, Communication different, should claim A course, the first chose but this last revealed — This Human clear, as that Divine concealed— What utter need ! What has Sordello found?
Page 13 - His face —Look, now he turns away ! Yourselves shall trace (The delicate nostril swerving wide and fine, A sharp and restless lip, so well combine With that calm brow) a soul fit to receive Delight at every sense ; you can believe Sordello foremost in the regal class Nature has broadly severed from her mass Of men, and framed for pleasure...
Page 2 - Here is David, thy servant!" And no voice replied. At the first I saw nought but the blackness; but soon I descried A something more black than the blackness — the vast, the upright Main prop which sustains the pavilion: and slow into sight Grew a figure against it, gigantic and blackest of all. Then a sunbeam, that burst thro

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