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. Bad Dreams: I 5/28/2015
25. Bad Dreams: III 5/28/2015
26. Before 5/13/2001
27. Bishop Blougram's Apology 1/1/2004
28. Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The 12/31/2002
29. Boot And Saddle 1/3/2003
30. Boy And The Angel, The 12/31/2002
31. By The Fire-Side 5/13/2001
32. Caliban Upon Setebos Or, Natural Theology In The Island 1/1/2004
33. Cavalier Tunes 5/13/2001
34. Cavalier Tunes: Boot And Saddle 1/1/2004
35. Cavalier Tunes: Give A Rouse 1/1/2004
36. Cavalier Tunes: Marching Along 1/1/2004
37. Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came 5/13/2001
38. Christmas-Eve 4/7/2010
39. Cleon 1/1/2004
40. Confessional, The 12/31/2002
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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