Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

1. "Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes" 12/31/2002
2. A Cavalier Song 4/7/2010
3. A Face 4/7/2010
4. A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learnin 1/1/2004
5. A Light Woman 5/13/2001
6. A Lovers' Quarrel 5/13/2001
7. A Pretty Woman 5/13/2001
8. A Serenade At The Villa 5/13/2001
9. A Tale 4/7/2010
10. A Toccata Of Galuppi's 5/13/2001
11. A Wall 4/7/2010
12. A Woman's Last Word 5/13/2001
13. Abt Volger 1/3/2003
14. After 5/13/2001
15. Aix In Provence 5/13/2001
16. Among The Rocks 1/1/2004
17. An Epistle Containing The Strange Medical Experience Of Karshish, The Arab Physician 1/1/2004
18. Andrea Del Sarto 12/31/2002
19. Another Way Of Love 5/13/2001
20. Any Wife To Any Husband 5/13/2001
21. Apparent Failure 4/7/2010
22. Apparitions 4/7/2010
23. Bad Dreams: I 5/28/2015
24. Bad Dreams: III 5/28/2015
25. Before 5/13/2001
26. Bishop Blougram's Apology 1/1/2004
27. Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The 12/31/2002
28. Boot And Saddle 1/3/2003
29. Boy And The Angel, The 12/31/2002
30. By The Fire-Side 5/13/2001
31. Caliban Upon Setebos Or, Natural Theology In The Island 1/1/2004
32. Cavalier Tunes 5/13/2001
33. Cavalier Tunes: Boot And Saddle 1/1/2004
34. Cavalier Tunes: Give A Rouse 1/1/2004
35. Cavalier Tunes: Marching Along 1/1/2004
36. Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came 5/13/2001
37. Christmas-Eve 4/7/2010
38. Cleon 1/1/2004
39. Confessional, The 12/31/2002
40. Confessions 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Browning

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 ...

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The Lost Leader


Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a riband to stick in his coat---
Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us,
Lost all the others she lets us devote;
They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver,
So much was theirs who so little allowed:
How all our copper had gone for his service!

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