Robert Browning Poems
- My Last Duchess That's my last Duchess painted on the ...
- A Woman's Last Word Let's contend no more, Love, Strive ...
- 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 ...
- A Lovers' Quarrel Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun...
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...
My Last Duchess
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 ...