His imagination flamed forth like an intenser sunlight, heightening and quickening all that was alive and alert in man and Nature; hers shot out superb or lurid volcanic gleams across the simplicity of natural chiaro-oscuro, disturbing the air with conflicting and incalculable effects of strange horror and strange loveliness.

It might have been averred of Browning that he said everything he thought; of her the truer formula would be her own, that she "took every means of saying" what she thought.[27] There was something of AEschylus in her, as there was much of Aristophanes in him; it was not for nothing that her girlish ardour had twice flung itself upon the task of rendering the _Prometheus Bound_ in English; they met on common ground in the human and pathetic Euripides.

But her power was lyric, not dramatic.

She sang from the depths of a wonderfully rich and passionate nature; while he was most truly himself when he was personating some imaginary mind.
[Footnote 26: The word her Italian tutor meant to describe her by, but could not pronounce it.

He said she was _testa lunga (Letters of R.and E.B., i.