When Sordello climbs the ravine, thinking of himself as Apollo, the wood, "proud of its observer," a mocking phrase, "tried surprises on him, stratagems and games." Or, our life is too small for her greatness.

When we are unworthy our high lineage, noisy or mean, then we quail before a quiet sky Or sea, too little for their quietude.
That is a phrase which might fall in with Wordsworth's theory of Nature, but this which follows from _The Englishman in Italy_, is only Browning's.

The man has climbed to the top of Calvano, And God's own profound Was above me, and round me the mountains, And under, the sea, And within me, my heart to bear witness What was and shall be.
He is worthy of the glorious sight; full of eternal thoughts.

Wordsworth would then have made the soul of Nature sympathise with his soul.

But Browning makes Nature manifest her apartness from the man.