Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

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  • moisty mire (5/23/2018 6:50:00 AM)

    im gonna slip inside you and your home the bush!

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  • your mums a bush (5/23/2018 6:31:00 AM)

    I live in her

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  • Uganda knuckles (5/17/2018 8:35:00 AM)

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  • Russ Weiss (4/14/2018 11:25:00 AM)

    One of his masterpieces of dramatic monologue. The duke reveals his cruel narcissism and amoral aesthetics- but obviously doesn't give a what we think of him.

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  • Lesley (2/1/2018 3:49:00 PM)

    Your poems are so inspirational

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  • John Tower (1/24/2018 11:08:00 AM)

    The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed.

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  • lovesex getmarried pronouced Granndy Williams. (12/11/2017 1:18:00 PM)

    I love this poem it is kind of like its about sex! (in a way) i love it

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  • Ram bhavan yadav (11/11/2017 6:25:00 AM)

    Education is very important for your life

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  • Muzahidul Reza Muzahidul Reza (11/6/2016 8:10:00 AM)

    As a Victorian poet Robert Browning's position is on much high, he was as wise, practical, spiritual, reformer, a perfect artist, a successful man of the world, ................. his poems at present are also read with learning, getting directions, .........
    his poem My Last Duchess is full of wisdoms & arts..............

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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 ...

Read the full of My Last Duchess

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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