Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

1. Pheidippides 12/10/2015
2. The Lady and the Painter 3/1/2016
3. Bad Dreams: III 5/28/2015
4. Tray 5/27/2015
5. How It Strikes a Contemporary 6/8/2015
6. Bad Dreams: I 5/28/2015
7. Herve Riel 4/7/2010
8. Introduction: Pippa Passes 4/7/2010
9. Christmas-Eve 4/7/2010
10. O' Lyric Love 4/7/2010
11. Easter-Day 4/7/2010
12. Fears And Scruples 4/7/2010
13. Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes 1/3/2003
14. Natural Magic 4/7/2010
15. Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha 5/13/2001
16. The Heretic's Tragedy 5/13/2001
17. Thus The Mayne Glideth 1/4/2003
18. Cavalier Tunes: Give A Rouse 1/1/2004
19. One Word More 4/7/2010
20. Cavalier Tunes: Boot And Saddle 1/1/2004
21. The Englishman In Italy 5/13/2001
22. Over The Sea Our Galleys Went 1/1/2004
23. Through The Metidja To Abd-El-Kadr 5/13/2001
24. Song From 'Paracelsus' 1/4/2003
25. Cavalier Tunes: Marching Along 1/1/2004
26. Love Among The Ruins 4/7/2010
27. The Confessional 5/13/2001
28. Holy-Cross Day 5/13/2001
29. The Guardian-Angel 5/13/2001
30. A Cavalier Song 4/7/2010
31. To Edward Fitzgerald 12/31/2002
32. The Glove 5/13/2001
33. Count Gismond--Aix In Provence 1/1/2004
34. The Italian In England 5/13/2001
35. Waring 5/13/2001
36. Cavalier Tunes 5/13/2001
37. Up At A Villa--Down In The City 1/1/2004
38. Glove, The 12/31/2002
39. Heretic's Tragedy, The 12/31/2002
40. Verse-Making Was Least Of My Virtues 1/3/2003
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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