...not. Law would never return to France. 21 Death in Venice As for Venice and its people, merely horn to bloom and drop. Here on earth they bore their fruitage,...was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop. (Browning,.-I Toccata ofGaluppi's) Venice, in a long but stately decline from its heady Renaissance...

...will be king. Fearing Macbeth is too gentle to murder the king ("catch the nearest way"). Kissing 1 What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop? ROBERT BROWNING, (1812-1889) British poet. "A Toccata of Galuppi's," St. 1 4, Men and Women, vol. 1...

...speaker is likely to give particular weight to the word 'soul' and to pause on the words 'I wonder': What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop? In English verse the following metres are the most common: iambic dactylic anapaestic spondaic trochaic...

...front page [of The Philanderer], you will see the text. It is taken from a Victorian poet, Browning: 'What of soul was left, I wonder, When the kissing had to stop?' I suppose men and women of all ages have wondered that. Redundancy This is a form of emphasis. ......

...The title is, of course, a famous line from Robert Browning's poem "A Toccata of Galuppi's":''What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?" It was given additional coinage, and a sharply political one at that, when it was borrowed for the...

...assessment of the Venetians in "A Toccata of Galuppi's" may be lurking in your memory: As for Venice and her people, merely born to bloom and drop. Here on earth...was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop? Look for the half-length statue of Galuppi himself, // Buranello, or "the little fellow from Burano,"...

...prejudices, would, at death, simply cease to be! . . . merely born to bloom and drop, Here on earth they had their fruitage; mirth and folly were the crop; What...was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop? 3 But we know it is not so. We know that every one of those souls must appear before its Maker to give...

...perpetuated Byronism with a moralistic twist to it. Browning's Venetian poetry danced to Galuppi measures ("What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?"). Henry James's prose moved as slowly as the moldering of a ceiling fresco. Literary visitors threw over...

...amongst those who have come to love the book under its original tide. So Gestures it remains. PART ONE What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop? Manet, sir. Short E, voiced T. Not like the painter. / > / /his is my son, in whom I am well pleased."...

...Haunted as he was at this time by the signs of his own physical disintegration, he knew more than most: What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop? The late 1890s saw Conder's imaginative work at its peak. Seeking to find expression for the darker...