The Complete Poems of Robert Browning - 22 Poetry Collections in One Edition. Robert Browning
completing Rome to the tip-top —
“See if, for that, your other half will stop
“A tear, begin a smile! The rabble’s woes,
“Ludicrous in their patience as they chose
“To sit about their town and quietly
“Be slaughtered, — the poor reckless soldiery,
“With their ignoble rhymes on Richard, how
“‘Polt-foot,’ sang they, ‘was in a pitfall now,’
“Cheering each other from the engine-mounts, —
“That crippled spawling idiot who recounts
“How, lopped of limbs, he lay, stupid as stone,
“Till the pains crept from out him one by one,
“And wriggles round the archers on his head
“To earn a morsel of their chestnut bread, —
“And Cino, always in the selfsame place
“Weeping; beside that other wretch’s case,
“Eyepits to ear, one gangrene since he plied
“The engine in his coat of raw sheep’s hide
“A double watch in the noon sun; and see
“Lucchino, beauty, with the favours free,
“Trim hacqueton, spruce beard and scented hair,
“Campaigning it for the first time — cut there
“In two already, boy enough to crawl
“For latter orpine round the southern wall,
“Tomà, where Richard ‘s kept, because that whore
“Marfisa, the fool never saw before,
“Sickened for flowers this wearisomest siege:
“And Tiso’s wife — men liked their pretty liege,
“Cared for her least of whims once, — Berta, wed
“A twelvemonth gone, and, now poor Tiso’s dead,
“Delivering herself of his first child
“On that chance heap of wet filth, reconciled
“To fifty gazers!” — (Here a wind below
Made moody music augural of woe
From the pine barrier) — ”What if, now the scene
“Draws to a close, yourself have really been
“ — You, plucking purples in Goito’s moss
“Like edges of a trabea (not to cross
“Your consul-humour) or dry aloe-shafts
“For fasces, at Ferrara — he, fate wafts,
“This very age, her whole inheritance
`Of opportunities? Yet you advance
“Upon the last! Since talking is your trade,
“There ‘s Salinguerra left you to persuade:
“Fail! then” —
”No — no — which latest chance secure!”
Leaped up and cried Sordello: “this made sure,
“The past were yet redeemable; its work
“Was — help the Guelfs, whom I, howe’er it irk,
“Thus help!” He shook the foolish aloe-haulm
Out of his doublet, paused, proceeded calm
To the appointed presence. The large head
Turned on its socket; “And your spokesman,” said
The large voice, “is Elcorte’s happy sprout?
“Few such” — (so finishing a speech no doubt
Addressed to Palma, silent at his side)
“ — My sober councils have diversified.
“Elcorte’s son! good: forward as you may,
“Our lady’s minstrel with so much to say!”
The hesitating sunset floated back,
Rosily traversed in the wonted track
The chamber, from the lattice o’er the girth
Of pines, to the huge eagle blacked in earth
Opposite, — outlined sudden, spur to crest,
That solid Salinguerra, and caressed
Palma’s contour; ‘t was day looped back night’s pall;
Sordello had a chance left spite of all.
And much he made of the convincing speech
Meant to compensate for the past and reach
Through his youth’s daybreak of unprofit, quite
To his noon’s labour, so proceed till night
Leisurely! The great argument to bind
Taurello with the Guelf Cause, body and mind,
— Came the consummate rhetoric to that?
Yet most Sordello’s argument dropped flat
Through his accustomed fault of breaking yoke,
Disjoining him who felt from him who spoke.
Was ‘t not a touching incident — so prompt
A rendering the world its just accompt,
Once proved its debtor? Who ‘d suppose, before
This proof, that he, Goito’s god of yore,
At duty’s instance could demean himself
So memorably, dwindle to a Guelf?
Be sure, in such delicious flattery steeped,
His inmost self at the out-portion peeped,
Thus occupied; then stole a glance at those
Appealed to, curious if her colour rose
Or his lip moved, while he discreetly urged
The need of Lombardy becoming purged
At soonest of her barons; the poor part
Abandoned thus, missing the blood at heart
And spirit in brain, unseasonably off
Elsewhere! But, though his speech was worthy scoff,
Goodhumoured Salinguerra, famed for tact
And tongue, who, careless of his phrase, ne’er lacked
The right phrase, and harangued Honorius dumb
At his accession, — looked as all fell plumb
To purpose and himself found interest
In every point his new instructor pressed
— Left playing with the rescript’s white wax seal
To scrutinize Sordello head and heel.
He means to yield assent sure? No, alas!
All he replied was, “What, it comes to pass
“That poesy, sooner than politics,
“Makes fade young hair?” To think such speech could fix
Taurello!
Then a flash of bitter truth:
So fantasies could break and fritter youth
That he had long ago lost earnestness,
Lost will to work, lost power to even express
The need of working! Earth was turned a grave:
No more occasions now, though