To Robert Browning

Original Text: 
Morning Chronicle (1845). This text comes from Landor's Works (London: E. Moxon, 1846). PR 4870 A25F6 1846 ROBA.
1There is delight in singing, tho' none hear
2Beside the singer; and there is delight
3In praising, tho' the praiser sit alone
4And see the prais'd far off him, far above.
5Shakspeare is not our poet, but the world's,
6Therefore on him no speech! and brief for thee,
7Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale,
8No man hath walkt along our roads with step
9So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue
11Give brighter plumage, stronger wing: the breeze
12Of Alpine highths thou playest with, borne on
13Beyond Sorrento and Amalfi, where
14The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.


10] Browning had just married and gone to Italy. Back to Line
Publication Start Year: 
RPO poem Editors: 
H. Kerpneck
RPO Edition: 
3RP 3.7.