Robert Browning Poems (124 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
Aix In Provence (Robert Browning Poems)
Christ God who savest man, save mostOf men Count Gismond who saved me!Count Gauthier, when he chose his post,Chose time and place and companyTo suit it; when he struck at lengthMy honour, ’twas with all his strength. II. And doubtlessly … 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
A Cavalier Song (Robert Browning Poems)
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:And, pressing a troop unable to stoopAnd see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop,Marched them along, fifty score strong,Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.God for King Charles! Pym and such … Continue reading
A Wall (Robert Browning Poems)
O the old wall here! How I could passLife in a long midsummer day,My feet confined to a plot of grass,My eyes from a wall not once away! And lush and lithe do the creepers clotheYon wall I watch, with … Continue reading
A Face (Robert Browning Poems)
If one could have that little head of hersPainted upon a background of pure gold,Such as the Tuscan’s early art prefers!No shade encroaching on the matchless mouldOf those two lips, which should be opening softIn the pure profile; not as … Continue reading
Heap Cassia, Sandal-buds and Stripes (Robert Browning Poems)
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripesOf labdanum, and aloe-balls,Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipesFrom out her hair: such balsam fallsDown sea-side mountain pedestals,From tree-tops where tired winds are fain,Spent with the vast and howling main,To treasure half their island-gain. And … Continue reading
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