The Complete Poems of Robert Browning - 22 Poetry Collections in One Edition. Robert Browning
carry, Bacchus!” And he laughed.
Remark
Why schemes wherein cold-blooded men embark
Prosper, when your enthusiastic sort
Fail: while these last are ever stopping short —
(So much they should — so little they can do!)
The careless tribe see nothing to pursue
If they desist; meantime their scheme succeeds.
Thoughts were caprices in the course of deeds
Methodic with Taurello; so, he turned, —
Enough amused by fancies fairly earned
Of Este’s horror-struck submitted neck,
And Richard, the cowed braggart, at his beck, —
To his own petty but immediate doubt
If he could pacify the League without
Conceding Richard; just to this was brought
That interval of vain discursive thought!
As, shall I say, some Ethiop, past pursuit
Of all enslavers, dips a shackled foot
Burnt to the blood, into the drowsy black
Enormous watercourse which guides him back
To his own tribe again, where he is king;
And laughs because he guesses, numbering
The yellower poison-wattles on the pouch
Of the first lizard wrested from its couch
Under the slime (whose skin, the while, he strips
To cure his nostril with, and festered lips,
And eyeballs bloodshot through the desert-blast)
That he has reached its boundary, at last
May breathe; — thinks o’er enchantments of the South
Sovereign to plague his enemies, their mouth,
Eyes, nails, and hair; but, these enchantments tried
In fancy, puts them soberly aside
For truth, projects a cool return with friends,
The likelihood of winning mere amends
Ere long; thinks that, takes comfort silently,
Then, from the river’s brink, his wrongs and he,
Hugging revenge close to their hearts, are soon
Off-striding for the Mountains of the Moon.
Midnight: the watcher nodded on his spear,
Since clouds dispersing left a passage clear
For any meagre and discoloured moon
To venture forth; and such was peering soon
Above the harassed city — her close lanes
Closer, not half so tapering her fanes,
As though she shrunk into herself to keep
What little life was saved, more safely. Heap
By heap the watch-fires mouldered, and beside
The blackest spoke Sordello and replied
Palma with none to listen. “‘T is your cause:
“What makes a Ghibellin? There should be laws —
“(Remember how my youth escaped! I trust
“To you for manhood, Palma! tell me just
“As any child) — there must be laws at work
“Explaining this. Assure me, good may lurk
“Under the bad, — my multitude has part
“In your designs, their welfare is at heart
“With Salinguerra, to their interest
“Refer the deeds he dwelt on, — so divest
“Our conference of much that scared me. Why
“Affect that heartless tone to Tito? I
“Esteemed myself, yes, in my inmost mind
“This morn, a recreant to my race — mankind
“O’erlooked till now: why boast my spirit’s force,
“ — Such force denied its object? why divorce
“These, then admire my spirit’s flight the same
“As though it bore up, helped some half-orbed flame
“Else quenched in the dead void, to living space?
“That orb cast off to chaos and disgrace,
“Why vaunt so much my unencumbered dance,
“Making a feat’s facilities enhance
“Its marvel? But I front Taurello, one
“Of happier fate, and all I should have done,
“He does; the people’s good being paramount
“With him, their progress may perhaps account
“For his abiding still; whereas you heard
“The talk with Tito — the excuse preferred
“For burning those five hostages, — and broached
“By way of blind, as you and I approached,
“I do believe.”
She spoke: then he, “My thought
“Plainlier expressed! All to your profit — nought
“Meantime of these, of conquests to achieve
“For them, of wretchedness he might relieve
“While profiting your party. Azzo, too,
“Supports a cause: what cause? Do Guelfs pursue
“Their ends by means like yours, or better?”
When
The Guelfs were proved alike, men weighed with men,
And deed with deed, blaze, blood, with blood and blaze,
Morn broke: “Once more, Sordello, meet its gaze
“Proudly — the people’s charge against thee fails
“In every point, while either party quails!
“These are the busy ones: be silent thou!
“Two parties take the world up, and allow
“No third, yet have one principle, subsist
“By the same injustice; whoso shall enlist
“With either, ranks with man’s inveterate foes.
“So there is one less quarrel to compose:
“The Guelf, the Ghibellin may be to curse —
“I have done nothing, but both sides do worse
“Than nothing. Nay, to me, forgotten, reft
“Of insight, lapped by trees and flowers, was left
“The notion of a service — ha? What lured
“Me here, what mighty aim was I assured
“Must move Taurello? What if there remained
“A cause, intact, distinct from these, ordained
“For me, its true discoverer?”
Some one pressed
Before them here, a watcher, to suggest
The subject for a ballad: “They must know
“The tale of the dead worthy, long ago
“Consul of Rome