The Complete Poems of Robert Browning - 22 Poetry Collections in One Edition. Robert Browning
Alike, nor serving one part, immolates
The rest: but all in time! “That lance of yours
“Makes havoc soon with Malek and his Moors,
“That buckler ‘s lined with many a giant’s beard
“Ere long, our champion, be the lance upreared,
“The buckler wielded handsomely as now!
“But view your escort, bear in mind your vow,
“Count the pale tracts of sand to pass ere that,
“And, if you hope we struggle through the flat,
“Put lance and buckler by! Next half-month lacks
“Mere sturdy exercise of mace and axe
“To cleave this dismal brake of prickly-pear
“Which bristling holds Cydippe by the hair,
“Lames barefoot Agathon: this felled, we ‘ll try
“The picturesque achievements by and by —
“Next life!”
Ay, rally, mock, O People, urge
Your claims! — for thus he ventured, to the verge,
Push a vain mummery which perchance distrust
Of his fast-slipping resolution thrust
Likewise: accordingly the Crowd — (as yet
He had unconsciously contrived forget
I’ the whole, to dwell o’ the points… one might assuage
The signal horrors easier than engage
With a dim vulgar vast unobvious grief
Not to be fancied off, nor gained relief
In brilliant fits, cured by a happy quirk,
But by dim vulgar vast unobvious work
To correspond…) this Crowd then, forth they stood.
“And now content thy stronger vision, brood
“On thy bare want; uncovered, turf by turf,
“Study the corpse-face thro’ the taint-worms’ scurf!”
Down sank the People’s Then; uprose their Now.
These sad ones render service to! And how
Piteously little must that service prove
— Had surely proved in any case! for, move
Each other obstacle away, let youth
Become aware it had surprised a truth
‘T were service to impart — can truth be seized,
Settled forthwith, and, of the captive eased,
Its captor find fresh prey, since this alit
So happily, no gesture luring it,
The earnest of a flock to follow? Vain,
Most vain! a life to spend ere this he chain
To the poor crowd’s complacence: ere the crowd
Pronounce it captured, he descries a cloud
Its kin of twice the plume; which he, in turn,
If he shall live as many lives, may learn
How to secure: not else. Then Mantua called
Back to his mind how certain bards were thralled
— Buds blasted, but of breath more like perfume
Than Naddo’s staring nosegay’s carrion bloom;
Some insane rose that burnt heart out in sweets,
A spendthrift in the spring, no summer greets;
Some Dularete, drunk with truths and wine,
Grown bestial, dreaming how become divine.
Yet to surmount this obstacle, commence
With the commencement, merits crowning! Hence
Must truth be casual truth, elicited
In sparks so mean, at intervals dispread
So rarely, that ‘t is like at no one time
Of the world’s story has not truth, the prime
Of truth, the very truth which, loosed, had hurled
The world’s course right, been really in the world
— Content the while with some mean spark by dint
Of some chance-blow, the solitary hint
Of buried fire, which, rip earth’s breast, would stream
Skyward!
Sordello’s miserable gleam
Was looked for at the moment: he would dash
This badge. and all it brought, to earth, — abash
Taurello thus, perhaps persuade him wrest
The Kaiser from his purpose, — would attest
His own belief, in any case. Before
He dashes it however, think once more!
For, were that little, truly service? “Ay,
“I’ the end, no doubt; but meantime? Plain you spy
“Its ultimate effect, but many flaws
“Of vision blur each intervening cause.
“Were the day’s fraction clear as the life’s sum
“Of service, Now as filled as teems To-come
“With evidence of good — nor too minute
“A share to vie with evil! No dispute,
“‘T were fitliest maintain the Guelfs in rule:
“That makes your life’s work: but you have to school
“Your day’s work on these natures circumstanced
“Thus variously, which yet, as each advanced
“Or might impede the Guelf rule, must be moved
“Now, for the Then’s sake, — hating what you loved,
“Loving old hatreds! Nor if one man bore
“Brand upon temples while his fellow wore
“The aureole, would it task you to decide:
“But, portioned duly out, the future vied
“Never with the unparcelled present! Smite
“Or spare so much on warrant all so slight?
“The present’s complete sympathies to break,
“Aversions bear with, for a future’s sake
“So feeble? Tito ruined through one speck,
“The Legate saved by his sole lightish fleck?
“This were work, true, but work performed at cost
“Of other work; aught gained here, elsewhere lost.
“For a new segment spoil an orb half-done?
“Rise with the People one step, and sink — one?
“Were it but one step, less than the whole face
“Of things, your novel duty bids erase!
“Harms to abolish! What, the prophet saith,
“The minstrel singeth vainly then? Old faith,
“Old courage, only born because of harms,
“Were not, from highest to the lowest, charms?
“Flame may persist; but is not glare as staunch?
“Where the salt marshes stagnate,