p. 141 And health for each of you, not more—at length Grown wise, who asked at home that the whole race Might add the spirit's to the body's grace, And all be dizened out as chiefs and bards. But in this magic weather one discards Much old requirement. Venice seems a type p. 349-50 p. 101 Or keep me to the unchoked canals alone, As hinder Life the evil with the good Which make up Living, rightly understood. Only, do finish something! Peasants, queens, Take them, made happy by whatever means, P. 353 p. 1041 A hungry sun above us, sands that bung p. 358 P. 109 There might be fitter subjects to allure; BOOK IV. p. 370 p. 120 What booted scattered brilliances? the What booted scattered units? here a The great ado p. 122 why the jar p. 125 A drear vast presence-chamber roughly set In order for this morning's use; you met These spokesmen for the Kaiser and the This incarnation of the People's hope, In order for the morning's use; full face 1 On p. 106 is a misprint in a ryme: 'She shut[s] They would emerge, a river to the end, Gathered themselves up, paused, bade fate befriend, Took the leap, hung a minute at the height, Then fell back to oblivion infinite: p. 378 p. 129 Straight a meeting of old men : "Old Salinguerra+ dead, his heir a boy, "What if we change our ruler and decoy The Lombard eagle of the azure sphere, With Italy to build in, fix him here Settle the city's troubles in a trice? For private wrong, let public good suffice!" P. 379 p. 130 When the Podestà Ecelin, at Vicenza, called his friend Tourello thither, what could be their end But to restore the Ghibellins' late Head, The Kaiser helping? He with most to dread From vengeance and reprisal, Azzo, there With Boniface beforehand, as aware p. 380 p. 131 which shrunk As the other prospered-mortised in his trunk; Like a dwarf palm which wanton Arabs foil Of bearing its own proper wine and oil, By grafting into it the stranger-vine, Which sucks its heart out, sly and serpentine p. 381 p. 132 "Only, why is it Salinguerra screens Himself behind Romano?-him we bade Enjoy our shine i' the front, nor seek the shade!" -Asked Heinrich, somewhat of the tardiest To comprehend. p. 382 p. 133 In contracts with him, while, since Arab lore Holds the stars' secret-take one trouble more And master it! 'Tis done, and now deter p. 383 P. 134 now cringe for peace, sue peace p. 173-4 By many a relic of the archetype Extant for wonder; every upstart church That hoped to leave old temples in the lurch BOOK V (collated by the Rev. T. W. Carson). He that sprawls p. 398 He that sprawls On aught but a stibadium suffers. . . On aught but a stibadium ... what his goose, Puttest our lustral vase to such an use? p. 175 And Rome's accomplished! Better (say you) merge At once all workmen in the demiurge, Where is the Vanity? p. 177-8 An elder poet's in the younger's placeTake Nina's strength-but lose Alcama's grace? Each neutralizes each then! gaze your fill; Search further, and the past presents you still New Ninas, new Alcamas, time's midnight Concluding,-better say its evenlight terday. You, now, in this respect dues O' the plant-produced by joy and sorrow, whence Unfeeling and yet feeling, strongest Unfeeling and yet feeling, strongest thence : p. 183 Rather than doing these: now-fancy's trade [Is ended, mind, nor one half may evade] p. 191 thence? p. 406 Rather than doing these, in days gone by. But all is changed the moment you descry Mankind as half yourself,-then fancy's trade [&c.] p. 414 And round those three the People formed And round those three the people formed a ring, a ring, Of visionary judges whose award He recognized in full-faces that barred Henceforth return to the old careless life, In whose great presence, therefore, his first strife For their sake must not be ignobly fought, All these at once approved of him, he thought, Suspended their own vengeance, chose Suspended their own vengeance, chose await P. 194 await p. 416 Now, whether he came near or kept aloof, Now whether he came near or kept aloof The several forms he longed to imitate, Not there the kingship lay, he sees too late, Those forms, unalterable first as last, Proved him her copier, not the protoplast. p. 418 Will dawns above us! All then is to win Save that! How much for me, then? Where begin My work? P. 418 Which sinner is, which saint, if I allot Hell, Purgatory, Heaven, a blaze or blot p. 422 Say there's a prize in prospect, must disgrace 1 In p. 246, as occasionally elsewhere, Browning treats the inflectional s as nothing in his rymes: The life-cord prompt enough whose last fine threads p. 251 A tree that covets fruitage and yet tastes They are not changed in the Works of 1863, p 459, p. 463, or in the Works of 1868, p. 211, p. 215. |