Never again was Browning to write a poem with such conceptive crudeness, never again to tread the byways of thought so falteringly or so negligently: but never again, perhaps, was he to show so much over-Rapturing joy in the world's loveliness, such Bacchic abandon to the ideal beauty which the true poet sees glowing upon the forlornest height and brooding in the shadow-haunted hollows of the hills.
"Life of Robert Browning"
William Sharp
Nor ever again did her genius shine out in Rapturing periods till she drew inspiration from the grand environment of the old homestead.
"Idle Hour Stories"
Eugenia Dunlap Potts