AUTHOR'S EDITION.

UNIVERSITY PRESS: WELCH, BIGELOW, AND COMPANY,

CAMBRIDGE.

TO ROBERT BROWNING.

PR 4209

AJ

1864

THERE is delight in singing, though none hear
Beside the singer : and there is delight
In praising, though the praiser sit alone
And see the praised far off him, far above.
Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's,
Therefore on him no speech! and brief for thee,
Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale,
No man hath walkt along our roads with step
So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue

So varied in discourse. But warmer climes
Give brighter plumage, stronger wing: the breeze
Of Alpine heights thou playest with, borne on
Beyond Sorrento and Amalfi, where

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR.

From the Author to the Publishers.

To MESSRS. TICKNOR AND FIELDS:

I take advantage of the opportunity of the publication in the United States of my Poems, for printing which you have liberally remunerated me, to express my earnest desire that the power of publishing in America this and every subsequent work of mine may rest exclusively with your house.

I am, my dear Sirs,

With high esteem,

Yours faithfully,

ROBERT BROWNING.