C. H. Herford,
Robert Browning
“ A cleft is as seductive to his imagination as a cave to Shelley's. In a cleft of the wind gashed Apennines he imagines the home he would best love in all the world; [84] in a cleft the pine-tree, symbol of hardy song, [85] strikes precarious root, the ruined eagle finds refuge, [86] and Sibrandus Schaffnaburgensis a watery Inferno. A like instinct allures him to other images of deep hollow things the recesses of which something else explores and occupies,—the image of the sheath; the image of the cup. But he is equally allured by the opposite, or salient, kind of angularity. ”
