Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

121. Among The Rocks 1/1/2004
122. Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister 5/13/2001
123. The Twins 5/13/2001
124. The Year's At The Spring 1/3/2003
125. Before 5/13/2001
126. Meeting At Night 5/13/2001
127. A Face 4/7/2010
128. The Patriot 5/13/2001
129. Why I Am A Liberal 1/3/2003
130. The Pied Piper Of Hamelin 5/13/2001
131. A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learnin 1/1/2004
132. Women And Roses 5/13/2001
133. Another Way Of Love 5/13/2001
134. Bishop Blougram's Apology 1/1/2004
135. Andrea Del Sarto 12/31/2002
136. Any Wife To Any Husband 5/13/2001
137. Evelyn Hope 5/13/2001
138. Home Thoughts, From Abroad 1/13/2003
139. A Light Woman 5/13/2001
140. A Lovers' Quarrel 5/13/2001
141. Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came 5/13/2001
142. Porphyria's Lover 5/13/2001
143. After 5/13/2001
144. A Pretty Woman 5/13/2001
145. Life In A Love 5/13/2001
146. A Woman's Last Word 5/13/2001
147. My Last Duchess 5/13/2001
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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