Robert Browning Poems

I've a Friend, over the sea;
I like him, but he loves me.
It all grew out of the books I write;
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You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:
A mile or so away,
On a little mound, Napoleon
Stood on our storming-day;
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I.

You're my friend:
I was the man the Duke spoke to;
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No, for I'll save it! Seven years since
I passed through Paris, stopped a day
To see the baptism of your Prince,
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All's over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter
About your cottage eaves!
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She should never have looked at me
If she meant I should not love her!
There are plenty ... men, you call such,
I suppose ... she may discover
All her soul to, if she pleases,
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Never the time and the place
And the loved one all together!
This path--how soft to pace!
This May -- what magic weather!
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(after he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention)


Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build,
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A PICTURE AT FANO.

I.

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I.

All's over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
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