Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

1. Pheidippides 12/10/2015
2. The Lady and the Painter 3/1/2016
3. Bad Dreams: I 5/28/2015
4. How It Strikes a Contemporary 6/8/2015
5. Bad Dreams: III 5/28/2015
6. Tray 5/27/2015
7. Herve Riel 4/7/2010
8. Introduction: Pippa Passes 4/7/2010
9. O' Lyric Love 4/7/2010
10. Christmas-Eve 4/7/2010
11. Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes 1/3/2003
12. Fears And Scruples 4/7/2010
13. Easter-Day 4/7/2010
14. One Word More 4/7/2010
15. The Heretic's Tragedy 5/13/2001
16. Thus The Mayne Glideth 1/4/2003
17. Cavalier Tunes: Give A Rouse 1/1/2004
18. Natural Magic 4/7/2010
19. Cavalier Tunes: Boot And Saddle 1/1/2004
20. The Englishman In Italy 5/13/2001
21. Over The Sea Our Galleys Went 1/1/2004
22. Through The Metidja To Abd-El-Kadr 5/13/2001
23. Song From 'Paracelsus' 1/4/2003
24. Cavalier Tunes: Marching Along 1/1/2004
25. Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha 5/13/2001
26. The Confessional 5/13/2001
27. Holy-Cross Day 5/13/2001
28. The Guardian-Angel 5/13/2001
29. Apparitions 4/7/2010
30. A Cavalier Song 4/7/2010
31. To Edward Fitzgerald 12/31/2002
32. The Glove 5/13/2001
33. Count Gismond--Aix In Provence 1/1/2004
34. The Italian In England 5/13/2001
35. Cavalier Tunes 5/13/2001
36. In A Gondola 5/13/2001
37. Heretic's Tragedy, The 12/31/2002
38. Verse-Making Was Least Of My Virtues 1/3/2003
39. A Tale 4/7/2010
40. Overhead The Tree-Tops Meet 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Robert Browning

Life In A Love

Escape me?
Never---
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And, baffled, get up and begin again,---
So the chace takes up one's life ' that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest ...

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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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