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Jocoseria, [24] it seems to me the poorest of Browning's works, and I cannot help thinking that ultimately the only gold grain discoverable therein will be
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Ixion,
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Never the time and the place And the loved one altogether;
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What of the leafage, what of the flower? Roses embowering with nought they embower! Come then! complete incompletion, O comer, Pant through the blueness, perfect the summer! Breathe but one breath Rose-beauty above, And all that was death Grows life, grows love, Grows love!
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Browning Society