Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

121. Last Ride Together, The 12/31/2002
122. Before 5/13/2001
123. The Patriot 5/13/2001
124. Another Way Of Love 5/13/2001
125. Love In A Life 5/13/2001
126. The Year's At The Spring 1/3/2003
127. Women And Roses 5/13/2001
128. A Wall 4/7/2010
129. A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learnin 1/1/2004
130. Meeting At Night 5/13/2001
131. Bishop Blougram's Apology 1/1/2004
132. Why I Am A Liberal 1/3/2003
133. Any Wife To Any Husband 5/13/2001
134. Andrea Del Sarto 12/31/2002
135. Evelyn Hope 5/13/2001
136. By The Fire-Side 5/13/2001
137. Home Thoughts, From Abroad 1/13/2003
138. A Light Woman 5/13/2001
139. The Pied Piper Of Hamelin 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. My Last Duchess 5/13/2001
147. A Woman's Last Word 5/13/2001

Comments about Robert Browning

  • Richard Tattershall (6/4/2012 3:02:00 PM)

    I always thought Browning was a man's poet. He's certainly a very special, unique one.

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  • Stephen Holbrook-sishton (12/20/2009 5:47:00 PM)

    Browning is a much-neglected poet from the Victorian era. His 'The Patriot' is totally brilliant, not to mention his 'My Last Duchess' - a GCSE text for many. Like so many other poets he lives under the shadow of Shakespeare - we read and see his material endlessly unlike that of Browning and others. But Browning knew that and wrote anyway. His unifying influence by way of poetry and pre-Freudian psychology is unmatched.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (10/31/2008 8:22:00 AM)

    true to the spirit of our life

  • Amy Klootwyk (2/28/2007 3:43:00 PM)

    Robert Browning is such a beautiful poet- poetry never interested me until I read 'My Last Duchess' and 'Porphyria's Lover'.

Best Poem of Robert Browning

A Woman's Last Word

I.

Let's contend no more, Love,
Strive nor weep:
All be as before, Love,
---Only sleep!

II.

What so wild as words are?
I and thou
In debate, as birds are,
Hawk on bough!

III.

See the creature stalking
While we speak!
Hush and hide the talking,
Cheek on cheek!

IV.

What so false as truth is,
False to thee?
Where the serpent's tooth is
Shun the tree---

V.

Where the apple reddens
Never pry---
Lest we lose our Edens,
Eve and I.

VI.

Be a god and hold ...

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The Lost Leader

I.

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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