human
And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
gpt
[113] to be to him the supreme interest of poetry. The preceding sections of this chapter have sufficiently shown how far this formula was from exhausting the vital springs of Browning's work.
human
Little else might be
gpt
; but a great many other things had captured those rich sensibilities, without which the
human
might have devoured the poet. On the other hand, his supreme interest in
gpt
was something very different from the democratic enthusiasm for humanity, or the Wordsworthian joy in the
human
of
gpt
The quiet routine existence of uneventful lives hardly touched him more than the placid quiescence of animal and vegetable existence; the commonplace of humanity excited in him no mystic rapture; the human
human
merely as one among a throng, was for him pretty much what it was to Peter Bell. There was no doubt a strain of pantheistic thought in Browning which logically involved a treatment of the commonplace as profoundly reverent as Wordsworth's own. But his passionate faith in the divine love pervading the universe did not prevent his turning away resolutely from regions of humanity, as of nature, for which his poetic alchemy provided no solvent. His poetic throne was not built on
gpt
; and he, as little as his own Sordello, deserved the eulogy of the plausible Naddo upon his verses as based
human
and having a
gpt
[114] The homely toiler as such, all members of homely undistinguished classes and conditions of men, presented, _as_ embodiments of those classes and conditions, no coign of vantage to his art. In this point, human-hearted and democratic as he was, he fell short not only of the supreme portrayers of the eternal commonplaces of peasant life,--of a Burns, a Wordsworth, a Millet, a Barnes,--but even of the fastidious author of _The Northern Farmer_. Once, in a moment of exaltation, at Venice, Browning had seen Humanity in the guise of a poor soiled and faded bit of Venetian girlhood, and symbolically taken her as the future mistress of his art. The programme thus laid down was not, like Wordsworth's similarly announced resolve to sing of