<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535492" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Robert Browning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is delight in singing, though none hear<br>Beside the singer; and there is delight<br>In praising, though the praiser sits alone<br>And see the praised far off him, far above.<br>Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's,<br>Therefore on him no speech! and brief for thee,<br>Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale<br>No man hath walked along our roads with step<br>So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue<br>So varied in discourse. But warmer climes<br>Give brighter plumage, stronger wing; the breeze<br>Of Alpine heights thou playest with, borne on<br>Beyond Sorrento and Amalfi, where<br>The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walter+Savage+Landor">Walter Savage Landor</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535492" data-title="To Robert Browning de Walter Savage Landor" data-description="There is delight in singing, though none hear Beside the singer; and there is delight In praising, though the praiser sits alone And see the praised far off him, far above. Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's, Therefore on him no speech! ..."></div> </div> </div>

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