Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Robert Browning Poems

121. Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The 12/31/2002
122. Bishop Blougram's Apology 1/1/2004
123. Before 5/13/2001
124. Apparitions 4/7/2010
125. Apparent Failure 4/7/2010
126. Any Wife To Any Husband 5/13/2001
127. Another Way Of Love 5/13/2001
128. Andrea Del Sarto 12/31/2002
129. An Epistle Containing The Strange Medical Experience Of Kar 1/1/2004
130. Among The Rocks 1/1/2004
131. Aix In Provence 5/13/2001
132. After 5/13/2001
133. Abt Volger 1/3/2003
134. Abt Vogler 1/1/2004
135. A Woman's Last Word 5/13/2001
136. A Wall 4/7/2010
137. A Toccata Of Galuppi's 5/13/2001
138. A Tale 4/7/2010
139. A Serenade At The Villa 5/13/2001
140. A Pretty Woman 5/13/2001
141. A Lovers' Quarrel 5/13/2001
142. A Light Woman 5/13/2001
143. A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learnin 1/1/2004
144. A Face 4/7/2010
145. A Cavalier Song 4/7/2010
146. "Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes" 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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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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