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this pryer among tangled locks and into the depths of flower-bells, peered into all the nooks and chambers of the soul with inexhaustible enterprise. It is hard to deny that even _The Ring and the Book_ itself suffers something from the unflagging zest with which the poet pursues all the windings of popular speculation, all the fretwork of Angelo de Hyacinthis's forensic and domestic futilities. The poem is a great poetic Mansion, with many chambers, and he will lead us sooner or later to its inner shrine; but on the way there are
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The day wears, And door succeeds door, We try the fresh fortune, Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
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For Blougram, he believed, say, half he spoke. Browning is less concerned to
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the subjects of his so-called
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Special Pleadings