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To say a thing faintly, because saying it strongly sounds odd or obscure or unattractive for some reason to careless readers, does appear to me bad policy as well as bad art
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I love your verses, my dear Miss Barrett, with all my heart, he assures her in the first sentence of his first letter. He feels them already too much a part of himself to ever
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--
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It was
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like his own; it was also direct, as his own was not. His frank _cameraderie_ was touched from the outset with a fervent, wondering admiration to which he was by no means prone.
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You _do_, what I always wanted, hoped to do, and only seem likely now to do for the first time. You speak out, _you_,--I only make men and women speak--give you truth broken into prismatic hues, and fear the pure white light, even if it is in me, _but I am going to try_. Thus the first contact with the
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Lyric Love of after days set vibrating the chords of all that was lyric and personal in Browning's nature. His brilliant virtuosity in the personation of other minds threatened to check all simple utterance of his own. The
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First Poem of Robert Browning had yet to be written, but now, as soon as he had broken from his
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--the Dramatic Lyrics and Romances and one or two outstanding dramas,--he meant to write it. Miss Barrett herself hardly understood until much later the effect that her personality, the very soul that spoke in her poetry, had upon her correspondent. She revelled in the Dramatic Lyrics and Romances, and not least in rollicking pieces, like _Sibrandus_ or _The Spanish Cloister_, which appealed to the robust masculine humour with which this outwardly fragile woman is too rarely credited. _Pippa Passes_ she could find in her heart to covet the authorship of, more than any of his other works--a preference in which he agreed. Few more brilliant appreciations of English poetry are extant than some of those which sped during 1845 and 1846 from the invalid chamber in Harley Street to the
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looking out on the garden at New Cross. But she did not conceal from him that she wished him to seek
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also.
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I do not think, with all that music in you, only your own personality should be dumb. [28] But she undoubtedly, with all her sense of the glory of the dramatic art, discouraged his writing for the stage, a domain which she regarded with an animus curiously compounded of Puritan loathing, poetic scorn, and wellbred shrinking from the vulgarity of the green-room. And it is clear that before the last plays, _Luria_ and _A Soul's Tragedy_, were published his old stage ambition had entirely vanished. It was not altogether hyperbole (in any case the hyperbole was wholly unconscious) when he spoke of her as a new medium to which his sight was gradually becoming adjusted,
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Cloth of frieze, be not too bold Though thou'rt match'd with cloth of gold,
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That, beloved, was written for me!