Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

121. The Heretic's Tragedy 5/13/2001
122. The Italian In England 5/13/2001
123. The Laboratory 5/13/2001
124. The Laboratory-Ancien Régime 1/1/2004
125. The Lady and the Painter 3/1/2016
126. The Last Ride Together 5/13/2001
127. The Lost Leader 5/13/2001
128. The Lost Mistress 5/13/2001
129. The Patriot 5/13/2001
130. The Pied Piper Of Hamelin 5/13/2001
131. The Statue And The Bust 1/3/2003
132. The Twins 5/13/2001
133. The Wanderers 1/4/2003
134. The Year's At The Spring 1/3/2003
135. Through The Metidja To Abd-El-Kadr 5/13/2001
136. Thus The Mayne Glideth 1/4/2003
137. Time's Revenges 5/13/2001
138. To Edward Fitzgerald 12/31/2002
139. Tray 5/27/2015
140. Two In The Campagna 5/13/2001
141. Up At A Villa--Down In The City 1/1/2004
142. Verse-Making Was Least Of My Virtues 1/3/2003
143. Waring 5/13/2001
144. Why I Am A Liberal 1/3/2003
145. Women And Roses 5/13/2001
146. You'Ll Love Me Yet 1/3/2003
147. Youth And Art 5/13/2001
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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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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