Robert Browning Poems on Sleep (28 Poems)

An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poems)

Karshish, the picker-up of learning’s crumbs,The not-incurious in God’s handiwork(This man’s-flesh he hath admirably made,Blown like a bubble, kneaded like a paste,To coop up and keep down on earth a spaceThat puff of vapour from his mouth, man’s soul)–To Abib, … Continue reading →

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 Grammarian’s Funeral Shortly after the Revival of Learnin (Robert Browning Poems)

Let us begin and carry up this corpse,Singing together.Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpesEach in its tetherSleeping safe on the bosom of the plain,Cared-for till cock-crow:Look out if yonder be not day againRimming the rock-row!That’s the appropriate country; … Continue reading →

Dtatue And The Bust, The (Robert Browning Poem)

There’s a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story of both do our townsmen tell. Ages ago, a lady there, At the farthest window facing the East Asked, “Who … Continue reading →

Thus the Mayne glideth (Robert Browning Poem)

THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep ‘s no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, On and on, whate’er befall, Meandering and musical, Though the niggard pasturage Bears not on its shaven ledge Aught but … 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 →

An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)

Karshish, the picker-up of learning’s crumbs, The not-incurious in God’s handiwork (This man’s-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a bubble, kneaded like a paste, To coop up and keep down on earth a space That puff of vapour 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 →

Pan and Luna (Robert Browning Poem)

Si credere dignum est.–Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those strange three lines! No question, that adventure came to pass One black night in Arcadia: yes, the pines, Mountains and … Continue reading →