Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

1. "Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes" 12/31/2002
2. A Cavalier Song 4/7/2010
3. A Face 4/7/2010
4. A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learnin 1/1/2004
5. A Light Woman 5/13/2001
6. A Lovers' Quarrel 5/13/2001
7. A Pretty Woman 5/13/2001
8. A Serenade At The Villa 5/13/2001
9. A Tale 4/7/2010
10. A Toccata Of Galuppi's 5/13/2001
11. A Wall 4/7/2010
12. A Woman's Last Word 5/13/2001
13. Abt Vogler 1/1/2004
14. Abt Volger 1/3/2003
15. After 5/13/2001
16. Aix In Provence 5/13/2001
17. Among The Rocks 1/1/2004
18. An Epistle Containing The Strange Medical Experience Of Kar 1/1/2004
19. Andrea Del Sarto 12/31/2002
20. Another Way Of Love 5/13/2001
21. Any Wife To Any Husband 5/13/2001
22. Apparent Failure 4/7/2010
23. Apparitions 4/7/2010
24. Before 5/13/2001
25. Bishop Blougram's Apology 1/1/2004
26. Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The 12/31/2002
27. Boot And Saddle 1/3/2003
28. Boy And The Angel, The 12/31/2002
29. By The Fire-Side 5/13/2001
30. Caliban Upon Setebos Or, Natural Theology In The Island 1/1/2004
31. Cavalier Tunes 5/13/2001
32. Cavalier Tunes: Boot And Saddle 1/1/2004
33. Cavalier Tunes: Give A Rouse 1/1/2004
34. Cavalier Tunes: Marching Along 1/1/2004
35. Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came 5/13/2001
36. Christmas-Eve 4/7/2010
37. Cleon 1/1/2004
38. Confessional, The 12/31/2002
39. Confessions 12/31/2002
40. Count Gismond--Aix In Provence 1/1/2004
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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Lost Mistress, The

I.

All's over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter
About your cottage eaves!

II.

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