They lived in the whole world of the outward and the inward, of the senses and the soul.

Truth and beauty were one to them.

This division of which Browning speaks Was the unfortunate result of that struggle between his intellect and his imagination on which I have dwelt.

In old days it was not so with him.

His early poetry had sweetness with strength, stern thinking with tender emotion, love of beauty with love of truth, idealism with realism, nature with humanity, fancy with fact.