Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

81. Love Among The Ruins 4/7/2010
82. Love In A Life 5/13/2001
83. Man I Am And Man Would Be, Love 1/3/2003
84. Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha 5/13/2001
85. Meeting At Night 5/13/2001
86. Memorabilia 5/13/2001
87. Mesmerism 5/13/2001
88. Misconceptions 5/13/2001
89. My Last Duchess 5/13/2001
90. My Star 5/13/2001
91. Nationality In Drinks 5/13/2001
92. Natural Magic 4/7/2010
93. Never The Time And The Place 12/31/2002
94. Now! 12/31/2002
95. O' Lyric Love 4/7/2010
96. Old Pictures In Florence 5/13/2001
97. One Way Of Love 5/13/2001
98. One Word More 4/7/2010
99. Over The Sea Our Galleys Went 1/1/2004
100. Overhead The Tree-Tops Meet 1/3/2003
101. Pan And Luna 1/3/2003
102. Parting At Morning 5/13/2001
103. Patriot, The 12/31/2002
104. Pied Piper Of Hamelin, The 12/31/2002
105. Pippa's Song 12/31/2002
106. Popularity 5/13/2001
107. Porphyria's Lover 5/13/2001
108. Prospice 12/31/2002
109. Rabbi Ben Ezra 5/13/2001
110. Respectability 5/13/2001
111. Saul 5/13/2001
112. Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister 5/13/2001
113. Song 5/13/2001
114. Song From 'Paracelsus' 1/4/2003
115. Summum Bonum 12/31/2002
116. The Boy And The Angel 5/13/2001
117. The Confessional 5/13/2001
118. The Englishman In Italy 5/13/2001
119. The Flight Of The Duchess 5/13/2001
120. The Glove 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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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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