Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

1. Introduction: Pippa Passes 4/7/2010
2. Christmas-Eve 4/7/2010
3. Herve Riel 4/7/2010
4. O' Lyric Love 4/7/2010
5. Natural Magic 4/7/2010
6. Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha 5/13/2001
7. One Word More 4/7/2010
8. Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes 1/3/2003
9. Thus The Mayne Glideth 1/4/2003
10. Fears And Scruples 4/7/2010
11. Cavalier Tunes: Give A Rouse 1/1/2004
12. Cavalier Tunes: Boot And Saddle 1/1/2004
13. Through The Metidja To Abd-El-Kadr 5/13/2001
14. The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Ssaint Praxed's Church, Rome 5/13/2001
15. Song From 'Paracelsus' 1/4/2003
16. Cavalier Tunes: Marching Along 1/1/2004
17. The Italian In England 5/13/2001
18. The Confessional 5/13/2001
19. Easter-Day 4/7/2010
20. Holy-Cross Day 5/13/2001
21. The Englishman In Italy 5/13/2001
22. Over The Sea Our Galleys Went 1/1/2004
23. Apparitions 4/7/2010
24. Waring 5/13/2001
25. To Edward Fitzgerald 12/31/2002
26. Count Gismond--Aix In Provence 1/1/2004
27. The Heretic's Tragedy 5/13/2001
28. Cavalier Tunes 5/13/2001
29. The Bishop Orders His Tomb 1/3/2003
30. Glove, The 12/31/2002
31. Heretic's Tragedy, The 12/31/2002
32. Verse-Making Was Least Of My Virtues 1/3/2003
33. A Cavalier Song 4/7/2010
34. Twins, The 12/31/2002
35. Love Among The Ruins 4/7/2010
36. Overhead The Tree-Tops Meet 1/3/2003
37. Saul 5/13/2001
38. The Guardian-Angel 5/13/2001
39. Cleon 1/1/2004
40. Incident Of The French Camp 5/13/2001
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 ...

Read the full of My Last Duchess

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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