Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

81. Man I Am And Man Would Be, Love 1/3/2003
82. Flight Of The Duchess, The 12/31/2002
83. Englishman In Italy, The 12/31/2002
84. A Face 4/7/2010
85. Lost Mistress, The 12/31/2002
86. From ‘paracelsus’ 1/1/2004
87. Guardian-Angel, The 12/31/2002
88. Home Thoughts, From The Sea 1/3/2003
89. An Epistle Containing The Strange Medical Experience Of Karshish, The Arab Physician 1/1/2004
90. Memorabilia 5/13/2001
91. Abt Volger 1/3/2003
92. Never The Time And The Place 12/31/2002
93. Aix In Provence 5/13/2001
94. Cristina 5/13/2001
95. Summum Bonum 12/31/2002
96. Why I Am A Liberal 1/3/2003
97. In A Year 5/13/2001
98. "Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes" 12/31/2002
99. How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix 5/13/2001
100. Boy And The Angel, The 12/31/2002
101. Now! 12/31/2002
102. Earth's Immortalities 5/13/2001
103. By The Fire-Side 5/13/2001
104. Boot And Saddle 1/3/2003
105. Pied Piper Of Hamelin, The 12/31/2002
106. Parting At Morning 5/13/2001
107. Evelyn Hope 5/13/2001
108. One Way Of Love 5/13/2001
109. Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The 12/31/2002
110. Laboratory, The 12/31/2002
111. Confessions 12/31/2002
112. Love In A Life 5/13/2001
113. A Toccata Of Galuppi's 5/13/2001
114. Last Ride Together, The 12/31/2002
115. Pippa's Song 12/31/2002
116. The Year's At The Spring 1/3/2003
117. Love Among The Ruins 5/13/2001
118. A Serenade At The Villa 5/13/2001
119. Prospice 12/31/2002
120. A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learnin 1/1/2004
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 ...

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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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