Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

1. Tray 5/27/2015
2. Bad Dreams: I 5/28/2015
3. Bad Dreams: III 5/28/2015
4. How It Strikes a Contemporary 6/8/2015
5. Herve Riel 4/7/2010
6. Fears And Scruples 4/7/2010
7. Christmas-Eve 4/7/2010
8. O' Lyric Love 4/7/2010
9. Introduction: Pippa Passes 4/7/2010
10. Easter-Day 4/7/2010
11. One Word More 4/7/2010
12. Natural Magic 4/7/2010
13. Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha 5/13/2001
14. The Heretic's Tragedy 5/13/2001
15. Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes 1/3/2003
16. Thus The Mayne Glideth 1/4/2003
17. Cavalier Tunes: Give A Rouse 1/1/2004
18. Cavalier Tunes: Boot And Saddle 1/1/2004
19. The Englishman In Italy 5/13/2001
20. Over The Sea Our Galleys Went 1/1/2004
21. Through The Metidja To Abd-El-Kadr 5/13/2001
22. Song From 'Paracelsus' 1/4/2003
23. Cavalier Tunes: Marching Along 1/1/2004
24. The Italian In England 5/13/2001
25. Holy-Cross Day 5/13/2001
26. The Guardian-Angel 5/13/2001
27. Apparitions 4/7/2010
28. A Cavalier Song 4/7/2010
29. The Glove 5/13/2001
30. Love Among The Ruins 4/7/2010
31. Count Gismond--Aix In Provence 1/1/2004
32. Garden Francies 5/13/2001
33. Verse-Making Was Least Of My Virtues 1/3/2003
34. Cavalier Tunes 5/13/2001
35. Up At A Villa--Down In The City 1/1/2004
36. The Confessional 5/13/2001
37. In A Gondola 5/13/2001
38. Glove, The 12/31/2002
39. A Tale 4/7/2010
40. Respectability 5/13/2001
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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Lost Mistress, The

I.

All's over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter
About your cottage eaves!

II.

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