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"something about the imperfect education of women, and he said it was RIGHT they should be ignorant, and that no man could endure a clever wife. I laughed at him openly," she continues, "and told him some men knew better. What did he think of the Brownings? 'Oh, he had heard the name; he did not know anything of them.
The Brownings overflow with it, and it is the chief characteristic of scores of the lesser poets of the day. If all who write verses could learn how sacred language is, how full of beauty is its austere simplicity, they would cease from their endless tricks of word-painting and the Florentine mosaics of speech.
Casa Guidi The Brownings Giotto's missing spire James Russell Lowell Lander's early life Fra Bartolommeo before Raphael The Tuscan gardener The "Villa Landor" to-day Storms on the hillside Pastoral poetry Italian memories in England The final outburst Last days in Florence The old lion's beguilements The famous epitaph.
'It's a long story, and I ought to be helping the Miss Brownings to hand sandwiches besides, you wouldn't find it very interesting, it's so full of technical details. 'Cynthia looked very much interested, said Molly. 'Well! then I refer you to her, for I must go now. I can't for shame go on sitting here, and letting those good ladies have all the trouble. But I shall come and call on Mrs.
Browning as strange that, in the 'Life' of Carlyle, their companionship on this occasion should be spoken of as the result of a chance meeting. Carlyle not only went to Paris with the Brownings, but had begged permission to do so; and Mrs. Browning had hesitated to grant this because she was afraid her little boy would be tiresome to him. Her fear, however, proved mistaken.
And what a straightforward, out-spoken lassie it was then! I don't believe it; it's only one of old Sheepshanks' stories, half invention and half deafness. The next day Lady Harriet rode over to Hollingford, and for the settling of her curiosity she called on the Miss Brownings, and introduced the subject.
For Browning founder of the cotillion club, and still manager of the four or five winter dances was the one unquestioned, irrefutable, omnipotent social authority of San Francisco. To go to the "Brownings" was to have arrived socially; no other distinction was equivalent, because there was absolutely no other standard of judgment.
'Yesterday at dinner the earl said, or 'the countess remarked, or 'I was surprised to hear when I was dining at the Towers yesterday. But somehow things had changed since Mr. Gibson had become 'the doctor' par excellence at Hollingford. The Miss Brownings thought that it was because he had such an elegant figure, and 'such a distinguished manner; Mrs.
She and her father had both been sleeping till they drew up at the bottom of the flight of steps. 'Tell the truth, now and evermore. Truth is generally amusing, if it's nothing else! 'I would rather go back to Miss Brownings' at once, please, said Molly, with a nightmare-like recollection of the last, the only evening she had spent at the Towers.
The result was that he wandered, half-distracted, like Lear, bewailing the wound at his heart which a daughter's hand had given. Somehow, like an old, stray, and starving dog, he wandered to the Brownings' house. There, needless to say, he found rest for the body and comfort for the soul. Mrs.
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