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    A Blot In The 'Scutcheon: "Take away love and our earth is a tomb"
    A Blot In The 'Scutcheon: "Take away love and our earth is a tomb"
    A Blot In The 'Scutcheon: "Take away love and our earth is a tomb"
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    A Blot In The 'Scutcheon: "Take away love and our earth is a tomb"

    By Robert Browning

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    Robert Browning is one of the most significant Victorian Poets and, of course, English Poetry.

    Much of his reputation is based upon his mastery of the dramatic monologue although his talents encompassed verse plays and even a well-regarded essay on Shelley during a long and prolific career.

    He was born on May 7th, 1812 in Walmouth, London. Much of his education was home based and Browning was an eclectic and studious student, learning several languages and much else across a myriad of subjects, interests and passions.

    Browning's early career began promisingly. The fragment from his intended long poem Pauline brought him to the attention of Dante Gabriel Rossetti, and was followed by Paracelsus, which was praised by both William Wordsworth and Charles Dickens. In 1840 the difficult Sordello, which was seen as willfully obscure, brought his career almost to a standstill.

    Despite these artistic and professional difficulties his personal life was about to become immensely fulfilling. He began a relationship with, and then married, the older and better known Elizabeth Barrett. This new foundation served to energise his writings, his life and his career.

    During their time in Italy they both wrote much of their best work. With her untimely death in 1861 he returned to London and thereafter began several further major projects.

    The collection Dramatis Personae (1864) and the book-length epic poem The Ring and the Book (1868-69) were published and well received; his reputation as a venerated English poet now assured.

    Robert Browning died in Venice on December 12th, 1889.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStage Door
    Release dateJan 1, 2018
    ISBN9781787376236
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      A Blot In The 'Scutcheon - Robert Browning

      A Blot In The 'Scutcheon’ by Robert Browning

      A Tragedy

      Bells and Pomegranates Number V

      Robert Browning is one of the most significant Victorian Poets and, of course, English Poetry.

      Much of his reputation is based upon his mastery of the dramatic monologue although his talents encompassed verse plays and even a well-regarded essay on Shelley during a long and prolific career.

      He was born on May 7th, 1812 in Walmouth, London.  Much of his education was home based and Browning was an eclectic and studious student, learning several languages and much else across a myriad of subjects, interests and passions.

      Browning's early career began promisingly. The fragment from his intended long poem Pauline brought him to the attention of Dante Gabriel Rossetti, and was followed by Paracelsus, which was praised by both William Wordsworth and Charles Dickens. In 1840 the difficult Sordello, which was seen as willfully obscure, brought his career almost to a standstill.

      Despite these artistic and professional difficulties his personal life was about to become immensely fulfilling.  He began a relationship with, and then married, the older and better known Elizabeth Barrett. This new foundation served to energise his writings, his life and his career.

      During their time in Italy they both wrote much of their best work. With her untimely death in 1861 he returned to London and thereafter began several further major projects.

      The collection Dramatis Personae (1864) and the book-length epic poem The Ring and the Book (1868-69) were published and well received; his reputation as a venerated English poet now assured.

      Robert Browning died in Venice on December 12th, 1889.

      Index of Contents

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      ACT I

      SCENE I.—The Interior of a Lodge in Lord Tresham's Park

      SCENE II.—A Saloon in the Mansion

      SCENE III.—Mildred’s Chamber.  A Painted Window Overlooks the Park

      ACT II

      SCENE.—The Library

      ACT III

      SCENE I.—The End of the Yew-tree Avenue Under Mildred’s Window

      SCENE II.—Mildred’s Chamber

      Robert Browning – A Short Biography

      Robert Browning – A Concise Bibliography

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      MILDRED TRESHAM.

      GUENDOLEN TRESHAM.

      THOROLD, Earl Tresham.

      AUSTIN TRESHAM.

      HENRY, Earl Mertoun.

      GERARD, and other retainers of Lord Tresham.

      ACT I

      SCENE I.—The Interior of a Lodge in Lord Tresham's Park

      Many Retainers crowded at the window, supposed to command a view of the entrance to his Mansion.

      GERARD, the Warrener, his back to a table on which are flagons, etc.

      FIRST RETAINER

      Ay, do! push, friends, and then you'll push down me!

      —What for?  Does any hear a runner's foot

      Or a steed's trample or a coach-wheel's cry?

      Is the Earl come or his least poursuivant?

      But there's no breeding in a man of you

      Save Gerard yonder:  here's a half-place yet,

      Old Gerard!

      GERARD

      Save your courtesies, my friend.  Here is my place.

      SECOND RETAINER

      Now, Gerard, out with it!

      What makes you sullen, this of all the days

      I' the year?  To-day that young rich bountiful

      Handsome Earl Mertoun, whom alone they match

      With our Lord Tresham through the country-side,

      Is coming here in utmost bravery

      To ask our master's sister's hand?

      GERARD

      What then?

      SECOND RETAINER

      What then?  Why, you, she speaks to, if she meets

      Your worship, smiles on as you hold apart

      The boughs to let her through her forest walks,

      You, always favourite for your no-deserts,

      You've heard, these three days, how Earl Mertoun sues

      To lay his heart and house and broad lands too

      At Lady Mildred's feet:  and while we squeeze

      Ourselves into a mousehole lest we miss

      One congee of the least page in his train,

      You sit o' one side—there's the Earl, say I—

      What then? say you!

      THIRD RETAINER

      I'll wager he has let

      Both swans he tamed for Lady Mildred swim

      Over the falls and gain the river!

      GERARD

      Ralph,

      Is not to-morrow my inspecting-day

      For you and for your hawks?

      FOURTH RETAINER

      Let Gerard be!

      He's coarse-grained, like his carved black cross-bow stock.

      Ha, look now, while we squabble with him, look!

      Well done, now—is not this beginning, now,

      To purpose?

      FIRST RETAINER

      Our retainers look as fine—

      That's comfort.  Lord, how Richard holds himself

      With his white staff!  Will not a knave behind

      Prick him upright?

      FOURTH RETAINER

      He's only bowing, fool!

      The

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