The wretched bondman till the end of time.
O lived the Master now to paint us Man,
That little twist of brain would ring a chime
Of whence it came and what it caused, to start
Thunders of laughter, clearing air and heart.
Poems and Lyrics of the Joy of Earth. 1883, pp. 161-2.
ROBERT BROWNING, 1884
(1812-1889)
“The Names.”
Shakespeare!—to such name’s sounding, what succeeds