Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

81. Time's Revenges 5/13/2001
82. Man I Am And Man Would Be, Love 1/3/2003
83. Lost Leader, The 12/31/2002
84. Laboratory, The 12/31/2002
85. Boy And The Angel, The 12/31/2002
86. Earth's Immortalities 5/13/2001
87. The Lost Mistress 5/13/2001
88. Boot And Saddle 1/3/2003
89. De Gustibus--- 5/13/2001
90. The Laboratory 5/13/2001
91. Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The 12/31/2002
92. Confessions 12/31/2002
93. Epilogue 12/31/2002
94. A Toccata Of Galuppi's 5/13/2001
95. How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix 5/13/2001
96. Pippa's Song 12/31/2002
97. Now! 12/31/2002
98. Pied Piper Of Hamelin, The 12/31/2002
99. Cristina 5/13/2001
100. Apparent Failure 4/7/2010
101. A Cavalier Song 4/7/2010
102. Aix In Provence 5/13/2001
103. Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister 5/13/2001
104. Rabbi Ben Ezra 5/13/2001
105. The Twins 5/13/2001
106. From ‘paracelsus’ 1/1/2004
107. One Way Of Love 5/13/2001
108. The Last Ride Together 5/13/2001
109. The Laboratory-Ancien Régime 1/1/2004
110. You'Ll Love Me Yet 1/3/2003
111. Among The Rocks 1/1/2004
112. The Year's At The Spring 1/3/2003
113. In A Year 5/13/2001
114. Prospice 12/31/2002
115. A Face 4/7/2010
116. Love Among The Ruins 5/13/2001
117. Last Ride Together, The 12/31/2002
118. My Star 5/13/2001
119. "Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes" 12/31/2002
120. The Patriot 5/13/2001

Comments about Robert Browning

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

    I live in her

    9 person liked.
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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.

  • Lesley (2/1/2018 3:49:00 PM)

    Your poems are so inspirational

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

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

  • 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

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

    Education is very important for your life

  • 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..............

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (3/9/2016 7:17:00 AM)

    the lines in the box below are from Browning's poem 'Rabbi Ben Ezra':
    This is the full 1st stanza:

    Grow old along with me!
    The best is yet to be,
    The last of life, for which the first was made:
    Our times are in His hand
    Who saith ''A whole I planned,
    Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid! ''

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (3/2/2016 2:11:00 PM)

    Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made: our times are in His hand who saith A whole I planned, youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid...! ''
    (Robert Browning)

    ''Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made: ''
    ''Invecchia con me! Il meglio deve ancora venire, Il tramonto della vita, per cui l'alba fu creata: ''

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 ...

Read the full of My Last Duchess

Italian In England, The

That second time they hunted me
From hill to plain, from shore to sea,
And Austria, hounding far and wide
Her blood-hounds thro' the country-side,
Breathed hot and instant on my trace,---
I made six days a hiding-place
Of that dry green old aqueduct
Where I and Charles, when boys, have plucked
The fire-flies from the roof above,

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