Robert Browning Poems

O the old wall here! How I could pass
Life in a long midsummer day,
My feet confined to a plot of grass,
My eyes from a wall not once away!
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I.

I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so,
Since now at length my fate I know,
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NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.
It's different, preaching in basilicas,
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My love, this is the bitterest, that thou---
Who art all truth, and who dost love me now
As thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say---
Shouldst love so truly, and couldst love me still
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Never any more,
While I live,
Need I hope to see his face
As before.
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All, that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
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"Why?" Because all I haply can and do,
All that I am now, all I hope to be,--
Whence comes it save from fortune setting free
Body and soul the purpose to pursue,
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Let us begin and carry up this corpse,
Singing together.
Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes
Each in its tether
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Escape me?
Never--
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
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June was not over
Though past the fall,
And the best of her roses
Had yet to blow,
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