Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

41. Cristina 5/13/2001
42. De Gustibus--- 5/13/2001
43. Earth's Immortalities 5/13/2001
44. Easter-Day 4/7/2010
45. Englishman In Italy, The 12/31/2002
46. Epilogue 12/31/2002
47. Epilogue To Asolando 1/13/2003
48. Evelyn Hope 5/13/2001
49. Fears And Scruples 4/7/2010
50. Flight Of The Duchess, The 12/31/2002
51. From ‘paracelsus’ 1/1/2004
52. From 'Pauline' 1/1/2004
53. Garden Francies 5/13/2001
54. Glove, The 12/31/2002
55. Guardian-Angel, The 12/31/2002
56. Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes 1/3/2003
57. Heretic's Tragedy, The 12/31/2002
58. Herve Riel 4/7/2010
59. Holy-Cross Day 5/13/2001
60. Home Thoughts, From Abroad 1/13/2003
61. Home Thoughts, From The Sea 1/3/2003
62. How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix 5/13/2001
63. In A Gondola 5/13/2001
64. In A Year 5/13/2001
65. In Three Days 5/13/2001
66. Incident Of The French Camp 5/13/2001
67. Instans Tyrannus 5/13/2001
68. Introduction: Pippa Passes 4/7/2010
69. Italian In England, The 12/31/2002
70. Laboratory, The 12/31/2002
71. Last Ride Together, The 12/31/2002
72. Life In A Bottle 12/31/2002
73. Life In A Love 4/7/2010
74. Life In A Love 5/13/2001
75. Lost Leader, The 12/31/2002
76. Lost Mistress, The 12/31/2002
77. Love Among The Ruins 5/13/2001
78. Love Among The Ruins 4/7/2010
79. Love In A Life 5/13/2001
80. Man I Am And Man Would Be, Love 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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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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