An Introduction to the Study of Robert Browning's Poetry by Robert Browning
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Enclosed the blue, that dye of dyes
Whereof one drop worked miracles, And colored like Astarte's eyes Raw silk the merchant sells? VII. And each by-stander of them all Could criticise, and quote tradition How depths of blue sublimed some pall -- To get which, pricked a king's ambition; Worth sceptre, crown, and ball. VIII. Yet there's the dye, in that rough mesh, The sea has only just o'er-whispered! Live whelks, each lip's beard dripping fresh, As if they still the water's lisp heard Through foam the rock-weeds thresh. IX. Enough to furnish Solomon Such hangings for his cedar-house, That, when gold-robed he took the throne In that abyss of blue, the Spouse Might swear his presence shone X. |
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