Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

121. A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learnin 1/1/2004
122. Rabbi Ben Ezra 5/13/2001
123. Confessions 12/31/2002
124. The Laboratory-Ancien Régime 1/1/2004
125. Among The Rocks 1/1/2004
126. Life In A Bottle 12/31/2002
127. Before 5/13/2001
128. You'Ll Love Me Yet 1/3/2003
129. Meeting At Night 5/13/2001
130. Women And Roses 5/13/2001
131. My Star 5/13/2001
132. The Pied Piper Of Hamelin 5/13/2001
133. Home Thoughts, From Abroad 1/13/2003
134. Bishop Blougram's Apology 1/1/2004
135. The Patriot 5/13/2001
136. A Lovers' Quarrel 5/13/2001
137. A Light Woman 5/13/2001
138. Another Way Of Love 5/13/2001
139. Andrea Del Sarto 12/31/2002
140. Any Wife To Any Husband 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. Life In A Love 5/13/2001
145. A Pretty Woman 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

FERRARA.

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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Love Among The Ruins

I.

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
Half-asleep
Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop
As they crop---
Was the site once of a city great and gay,

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