Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

1. My Last Duchess 5/13/2001
2. A Woman's Last Word 5/13/2001
3. Life In A Love 5/13/2001
4. A Pretty Woman 5/13/2001
5. After 5/13/2001
6. Porphyria's Lover 5/13/2001
7. Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came 5/13/2001
8. A Lovers' Quarrel 5/13/2001
9. Any Wife To Any Husband 5/13/2001
10. A Light Woman 5/13/2001
11. Home Thoughts, From Abroad 1/13/2003
12. My Star 5/13/2001
13. Andrea Del Sarto 12/31/2002
14. A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learnin 1/1/2004
15. Another Way Of Love 5/13/2001
16. The Laboratory-Ancien Régime 1/1/2004
17. The Patriot 5/13/2001
18. Women And Roses 5/13/2001
19. Meeting At Night 5/13/2001
20. Bishop Blougram's Apology 1/1/2004
21. Love Among The Ruins 5/13/2001
22. The Pied Piper Of Hamelin 5/13/2001
23. Abt Vogler 1/1/2004
24. Pippa's Song 12/31/2002
25. Life In A Bottle 12/31/2002
26. The Year's At The Spring 1/3/2003
27. Before 5/13/2001
28. A Face 4/7/2010
29. Among The Rocks 1/1/2004
30. One Way Of Love 5/13/2001
31. Evelyn Hope 5/13/2001
32. Rabbi Ben Ezra 5/13/2001
33. Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister 5/13/2001
34. Confessions 12/31/2002
35. Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The 12/31/2002
36. A Serenade At The Villa 5/13/2001
37. You'Ll Love Me Yet 1/3/2003
38. A Wall 4/7/2010
39. The Last Ride Together 5/13/2001
40. By The Fire-Side 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 ...

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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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