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But, Calyste, do not be unwise, imprudent; try to love only noble women, if love you must." What young man full of abounding but restrained life and emotion would not have had the glorious idea of going to Croisic to see Madame de Rochefide land, and examine her incognito? Calyste greatly surprised his father and mother by going off in the morning without waiting for the mid-day breakfast.
I linger, my dear D'Artagnan, I linger." "Well, that is all the better, my friend, for we shall probably be neighbors soon." "Bah!" said Aramis with a degree of surprise he did not even seek to dissemble. "You my neighbor!" "Mordioux! yes." "How so?" "I am about to purchase some very profitable salt-mines, which are situated between Pirial and Croisic.
At the point where the road from Croisic to Guerande turns off from the main road of terra firma, stands a country-house, surrounded by a large garden, remarkable for its trimmed and twisted pine-trees, some being trained to the shape of sun-shades, others, stripped of their branches, showing their reddened trunks in spots where the bark has peeled.
In The Two Poets of Croisic, which was written in London immediately after La Saisiaz, and which, though of little intrinsic importance, shows that Browning was capable of a certain grace in verse that is light, he pleads that the power of victoriously dealing with pain and transforming it into strength may be taken as the test of a poet's greatness: Yoke Hatred, Crime, Remorse, Despair: but ever 'mid the whirling fear, Let, through the tumult, break the poet's face Radiant, assured his wild slaves win the race.
From the gentle thoughts on non-resistance with which this letter opens, Catherine turns with transition as fine as sudden to the splendid figure of the holy soul as a horse without bridle, running most swiftly "from grace to grace, from virtue to virtue." One is accustomed by Plato not to speak of Browning in "The Two Poets of Croisic" to the image of the soul as a charioteer.
Their enjoyment was unspoilt even by some weeks of disagreeable weather, and to the same place, which Browning has described in his Two Poets of Croisic Croisic, the spit of sandy rock which juts Spitefully north, they returned in the following summer. In June 1868 came grief of a kind that seemed to cut him off from outward communication with a portion of what was most precious in his past life.
At the moment when the village roofs began to show like a faint gray line on the horizon, we met a fisherman, a poor man returning to Croisic. His feet were bare; his linen trousers ragged round the bottom; his shirt of common sailcloth, and his jacket tatters. This abject poverty pained us; it was like a discord amid our harmonies.
Andrews; Letter from Professor Knight In the Savoyard Mountains Death of Miss Egerton-Smith 'La Saisiaz'; 'The Two Poets of Croisic' Selections from his Works. Browning's life; it was that in which the varied claims made by it on his moral, and above all his physical energies, found in him the fullest power of response.
He often went to Croisic to stand upon that fateful rock, or lie for hours in the bush of box; for, by studying the footholds on the sides of the fissure, he had found a means of getting up and down. These solitary trips, his silence, his gravity, made his mother very anxious.
Then she raised the portiere and looked in again. "Do you intend to go to Croisic to-morrow," she asked. "Certainly," replied the marquise, proudly. "I shall not fly, and I shall not succumb." "I play above board," replied Camille; "I shall write to Conti." Beatrix became as white as the gauze of her scarf. "We are staking our lives on this game," she replied, not knowing what to say or do.
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