Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

1. Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes 1/3/2003
2. Tray 5/27/2015
3. Bad Dreams: I 5/28/2015
4. Bad Dreams: III 5/28/2015
5. How It Strikes a Contemporary 6/8/2015
6. Pheidippides 12/10/2015
7. The Lady and the Painter 3/1/2016
8. Cavalier Tunes: Boot And Saddle 1/1/2004
9. Cavalier Tunes: Give A Rouse 1/1/2004
10. Song From 'Paracelsus' 1/4/2003
11. Thus The Mayne Glideth 1/4/2003
12. Cavalier Tunes: Marching Along 1/1/2004
13. Cavalier Tunes 5/13/2001
14. Abt Volger 1/3/2003
15. The Heretic's Tragedy 5/13/2001
16. An Epistle Containing The Strange Medical Experience Of Karshish, The Arab Physician 1/1/2004
17. Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha 5/13/2001
18. "Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes" 12/31/2002
19. Confessional, The 12/31/2002
20. The Italian In England 5/13/2001
21. Holy-Cross Day 5/13/2001
22. Glove, The 12/31/2002
23. Cleon 1/1/2004
24. Count Gismond--Aix In Provence 1/1/2004
25. In A Gondola 5/13/2001
26. Nationality In Drinks 5/13/2001
27. Garden Francies 5/13/2001
28. A Cavalier Song 4/7/2010
29. Aix In Provence 5/13/2001
30. The Guardian-Angel 5/13/2001
31. De Gustibus--- 5/13/2001
32. The Englishman In Italy 5/13/2001
33. Patriot, The 12/31/2002
34. Herve Riel 4/7/2010
35. Apparitions 4/7/2010
36. Man I Am And Man Would Be, Love 1/3/2003
37. Heretic's Tragedy, The 12/31/2002
38. Verse-Making Was Least Of My Virtues 1/3/2003
39. Song 5/13/2001
40. Epilogue To Asolando 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Robert Browning

My Last Duchess

FERRARA.

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Fr Pandolf's hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will't please you sit and look at her? I said
``Fr Pandolf'' by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn ...

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Love Among The Ruins

I.

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
Half-asleep
Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop
As they crop---
Was the site once of a city great and gay,

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