ABSTRACT
What this poem may be in its extent we are unable to say, for we cannot read it. Whatever may be the poetical spirit of Mr. Browning, it is so overlaid in Sordello by digression, affectation, obscurity, and all the faults that spring, it would seem, from crudity of plan and a self opinion which will neither cull thoughts nor revise composition, that the reader-at least a reader of our stamp-turns away.
