Robert Browning Poems
- A Woman's Last Word Let's contend no more, Love, Strive ...
- My Last Duchess That's my last Duchess painted on the ...
- Life In A Love Escape me? Never--- Beloved! While I am I, ...
- After Take the cloak from his face, and at first Let the ...
- A Pretty Woman That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the ...
- Porphyria's Lover The rain set early in to-night, The ...
- Childe Roland To The Dark Towe... My first thought was, he...
The son of Robert Browning, a Bank of England clerk, and Sarah Anna Wiedemann, of Scottish-German descent, Browning received little formal education. His learning was gleaned mainly from his Father's library at home in Camberwell, South London, where he learnt something, with his Father's help, of Latin and Greek and also read Shelly, Byron and Keats. Though he attended lectures at the University of London in 1828, Browning left after only one session.
Apart from a visit to St Petersburg in 1834 and two visits to Italy in 1838 and 1844, Browning lived with his parents in London until his marriage of 1846. It was during this period that most of the plays and the earlier poems were ... more »
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''You called me, and I came home to your heart.''Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Andrea del Sarto (l. 171). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode a...
A Woman's Last Word
Let's contend no more, Love,
Strive nor weep:
All be as before, Love,
What so wild as words are?
I and thou
In debate, as birds are,
Hawk on bough!
See the creature stalking
While we speak!
Hush and hide the talking,
Cheek on cheek!
What so false as truth is,
False to thee?
Where the serpent's tooth is
Shun the tree---
Where the apple reddens
Lest we lose our Edens,
Eve and I.
Be a god and hold ...