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Robert Browning a poem by Henry van Dyke

ROBERT BROWNING
Henry van Dyke

How blind the toil that burrows like the mole, 
In winding graveyard pathways underground, 
For Browning's lineage! What if men have found 
Poor footmen or rich merchants on the roll 
Of his forbears? Did they beget his soul? 
Nay, for he came of ancestry renowned 
Through all the world,  the poets laurel-crowned 
With wreaths from which the autumn takes no toll. 

The blazons on his coat-of-arms are these: 
The flaming sign of Shelley's heart on fire, 
The golden globe of Shakespeare's human stage, 
The staff and scrip of Chaucer's pilgrimage, 
The rose of Dante's deep, divine desire, 
The tragic mask of wise Euripides. 

 

 
Robert Browning a poem by Henry van Dyke

 

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