Sunday, May 13, 2001

In A Year Comments

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Never any more,
While I live,
Need I hope to see his face
As before.
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Robert Browning
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Dr Dillip K Swain 19 July 2023

I have already taken this great poem to my favourites. I have no power to put a comment on this flawless poem

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Sylvia Frances Chan 19 July 2023

CONGRATULATIONS to the family of the late great poet Robert Browning!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 19 July 2023

Typical RB's vision, typical man's vision: a sprinter for short distances, but constantly an excellent poem for The Classic Poem Of The Day!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 19 July 2023

Typical Robert Browninbg's philosphy he wrote in his poems: typical a sprinter for short distances

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Sylvia Frances Chan 19 July 2023

Browning died at his son's home Ca' Rezzonico in Venice on 12 December 1889.He was buried in Poets' Corner in Westminster Abbey;

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Ratnakar Mandlik 11 June 2016

Outstanding expression and imagery's confluence with intense emotions Thanks for sharing it here.has been achieved in this great love poem by the great poet.

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Susan Williams 11 June 2016

Not to be sexist though it will sound like I am, but I think women have the edge when it comes to loving long and loving through the hardships and loving come what may- - because women are imbued with what is needed to raise children for years and years. We're long-distance runners, raised and bred. Men and their affections are sprinters- raised and bred for short distances. Since they have to pursue and catch all those fillies, they don't have the time to be long-distance runners. This poem is a beauty, though.

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Pranab K Chakraborty 11 June 2016

``Speak, I love thee best! '' ``Speak, I love thee best! '' ``Speak, I love thee best! ''......................Tragically, it 's a dream in a lifetime!

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Val Legend 11 June 2016

love the choice of words and thethe arrangement... nice poem

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* Sunprincess * 11 June 2016

............a wonderful poem with an exceptional ending ★ Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart: Crumble it, and what comes next? Is it God?

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Edward Kofi Louis 11 June 2016

Love's decay! She never seemed mine before. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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