se:
And my faith is torn to a thousand scraps
And my heart feels ice while my words breathe flame.
DearI look from my hiding-place.
Are you still so fair? Have you still the eyes?
Be happy ehermitsearchedallhis
woundsandappliedgoodsalves[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Add but the other grace
Be good [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] where
thebookhadfallen! Why want what the angels vaunt?
I knew you once: but in Paradise
If we meetI will pass nor turn my face.
I think the saddest thing in this poem is its last stanza; for we feeldo we not? that _now_ she is having her
first opportunity to be both happy and good--free from the intolerable magnanimity of this husband. And so
by making a male utterance too "noble Browning has almost redressed the balance. The tear had been too
frequently assigned to woman; exultation too often had sounded from man. We have seen that many of the
feminine tears" were supererogatory; and nowin this chapter of the Woman Wonwe see that she can tap
the source of those salt drops in man. But not in _James Lee's Wife_ is the top-note of magnanimity more
strained than in _The Worst of It_. Moral gymnastics should not be practised at the expense of others. No one
knew that better than Browningbut too often he allowed his subtle intellect to confute his warmwise
heart--too often he fell to the lure of "situ
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