Browning has not succeeded in it; and it may be so because he could get no pity into it.

The Queen had none.

Monaldeschi deserved none--a coward, a fool, and a traitor! Nevertheless, more might have been made of it by Browning.

The poem is obscure and wandering, and the effort he makes to grip the subject reveals nothing but the weakness of the grip.

It ought not to have been published.
* * * * * And now I turn to passions more delightful, that this chapter may close in light and not in darkness--passions of the imagination, of the romantic regions of the soul.