Poems about lived (51 Poems)
Evelyn Hope (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her bed; She plucked that piece of geranium-flower, Beginning to die too, in the glass; Little has yet been changed, I … Continue reading
Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all shall happen as you wish. You turn your face, but does it bring your heart? I’ll work then for your … Continue reading
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
“Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself.” (David, Psalms 50.21) [‘Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best, Flat on his belly in the pit’s much mire, With elbows wide, fists clenched to prop … Continue reading
A Grammarian’s Funeral (Robert Browning Poems)
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, Cared-for till … Continue reading
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little feet! I was sure, if I tried, I could make you laugh spite of Scirocco; Now, open your eyes- Let … Continue reading
A Lovers’ Quarrel (Robert Browning Poems)
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last night’s rain, And the South dries the hawthorn-spray. Only, my Love’s away! I’d as lief that the blue were grey, … Continue reading
A Toccata Of Galuppi’s (Robert Browning Poems)
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind; But although I give you credit, ’tis with such a heavy mind! II Here you come with your … Continue reading
The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church (Robert Browning Poems)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews — sons mine — ah God, I know not! Well – She, men would have to be your mother once, Old Gandolf envied me, so fair … Continue reading
The Lost Leader (Robert Browning Poem)
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote; They, with the gold to … Continue reading
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin (Robert Browning Poem)
A Child’s Story Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot you never spied; But, when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, … Continue reading