Robert Browning Poems on Music (16 Poems)
Abt Volger (Robert Browning Poems)
(after he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention)</i> Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build,Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work,Claiming each slave of the sound, at a touch, as … Continue reading
A Tale (Robert Browning Poems)
(_Epilogue to ‘The Two Poets of Croisic.’_) What a pretty tale you told meOnce upon a time–Said you found it somewhere (scold me!)Was it prose or was it rhyme,Greek or Latin? Greek, you said,While your shoulder propped my head. Anyhow … Continue reading
A Serenade At The Villa (Robert Browning Poems)
I. That was I, you heard last night,When there rose no moon at all,Nor, to pierce the strained and tightTent of heaven, a planet small:Life was dead and so was light. II. Not a twinkle from the fly,Not a glimmer … Continue reading
Over the Sea our Galleys Went (Robert Browning Poem)
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, A gallant armament: Each bark built out of a forest-tree, Left leafy and rough as first it grew, And nailed … Continue reading
A Serenade At The Villa (Robert Browning Poem)
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained and tight Tent of heaven, a planet small: Life was dead and so was light. II. Not a twinkle from … Continue reading
The Wanderers (Robert Browning Poem)
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave– A gallant armament: Each bark built out of a forest-tree Left leafy and rough as first it grew, And nail’d … Continue reading
Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha (Robert Browning Poem)
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question I’ve put you so oft: What do you mean by your mountainous fugues? See, we’re alone in the loft,— II. … Continue reading
Abt Vogler (Robert Browning Poem)
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, Claiming each slave of the sound, at a touch, as when Solomon willed Armies of angels that soar, legions of … Continue reading
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You’re my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his yoke, too; So here’s the tale from beginning to end, My friend! II. Ours is a great wild country: If … Continue reading
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? With the music of all thy voices, dumb In life’s November too! II. I shall be … Continue reading
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