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He never forgot the bygone
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he saw in those days of his fervid youth. Browning remarked once that the romance of his life was in his own soul; and on another occasion I heard him smilingly add, to some one's vague assertion that in Italy only was there any romance left,
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Ah, well, I should like to include poor old Camberwell! Perhaps he was thinking of his lines in
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Pippa Passes,
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May's warm slow yellow moonlit summer nights-- Gone are they, but I have them in my soul!
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Pippa Passes and
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Sordello that there is between the Venus of Milos and a gigantic Theban Sphinx. The latter is, it is true, proportionate in its vastness; but the symmetry of mere bulk is not the _symmetria prisca_ of ideal sculpture. I have already alluded to
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Sordello as a derelict upon the ocean of poetry. This, indeed, it still seems to me, notwithstanding the well-meaning suasion of certain admirers of the poem who have hoped
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I should do it justice,