Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

121. Before 5/13/2001
122. Another Way Of Love 5/13/2001
123. "Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes" 12/31/2002
124. Life In A Bottle 12/31/2002
125. Bishop Blougram's Apology 1/1/2004
126. Women And Roses 5/13/2001
127. Home Thoughts, From Abroad 1/13/2003
128. In Three Days 5/13/2001
129. By The Fire-Side 5/13/2001
130. Meeting At Night 5/13/2001
131. Why I Am A Liberal 1/3/2003
132. A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learnin 1/1/2004
133. Love In A Life 5/13/2001
134. Andrea Del Sarto 12/31/2002
135. Any Wife To Any Husband 5/13/2001
136. Evelyn Hope 5/13/2001
137. A Light Woman 5/13/2001
138. The Pied Piper Of Hamelin 5/13/2001
139. A Serenade At The Villa 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

Comments about Robert Browning

  • 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'.

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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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Laboratory, The



Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely,
As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy---
Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?

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