Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

41. Count Gismond--Aix In Provence 1/1/2004
42. Cristina 5/13/2001
43. De Gustibus--- 5/13/2001
44. Earth's Immortalities 5/13/2001
45. Easter-Day 4/7/2010
46. Englishman In Italy, The 12/31/2002
47. Epilogue 12/31/2002
48. Epilogue To Asolando 1/13/2003
49. Evelyn Hope 5/13/2001
50. Fears And Scruples 4/7/2010
51. Flight Of The Duchess, The 12/31/2002
52. From ‘paracelsus’ 1/1/2004
53. From 'Pauline' 1/1/2004
54. Garden Francies 5/13/2001
55. Glove, The 12/31/2002
56. Guardian-Angel, The 12/31/2002
57. Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes 1/3/2003
58. Heretic's Tragedy, The 12/31/2002
59. Herve Riel 4/7/2010
60. Holy-Cross Day 5/13/2001
61. Home Thoughts, From Abroad 1/13/2003
62. Home Thoughts, From The Sea 1/3/2003
63. How It Strikes a Contemporary 6/8/2015
64. How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix 5/13/2001
65. In A Gondola 5/13/2001
66. In A Year 5/13/2001
67. In Three Days 5/13/2001
68. Incident Of The French Camp 5/13/2001
69. Instans Tyrannus 5/13/2001
70. Introduction: Pippa Passes 4/7/2010
71. Italian In England, The 12/31/2002
72. Laboratory, The 12/31/2002
73. Last Ride Together, The 12/31/2002
74. Life In A Bottle 12/31/2002
75. Life In A Love 5/13/2001
76. Lost Leader, The 12/31/2002
77. Lost Mistress, The 12/31/2002
78. Love Among The Ruins 5/13/2001
79. Love Among The Ruins 4/7/2010
80. Love In A Life 5/13/2001
Best Poem of Robert Browning

Life In A Love

Escape me?
Never---
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And, baffled, get up and begin again,---
So the chace takes up one's life ' that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest ...

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Love Among The Ruins

I.

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
Half-asleep
Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop
As they crop---
Was the site once of a city great and gay,

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