Holy-Cross Day (Robert Browning Poem)
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
Robert Browning Poems (124 Poems)
Another Way Of Love (Robert Browning Poem)
I. June was not over Though past the fall, And the best of her roses Had yet to blow, When ...
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, ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
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 ...
Verse-Making Was Least of My Virtues (Robert Browning Poem)
Verse-making was least of my virtues: I viewed with despair Wealth that never yet was but might be--all that verse-making ...
One Way Of Love (Robert Browning Poem)
All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves And strew them where ...
In Three Days (Robert Browning Poem)
I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long ...
Pippa’s Song (Robert Browning Poems)
The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearl'd; The lark's on the ...
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 ...
Song (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught---speak truth---above ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Life in a Bottle (Robert Browning Poem)
Escape me? Never-- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, ...
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
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 ...
Now! (Robert Browning Poem)
Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come ...
The Last Ride Together (Robert Browning Poem)
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
Women And Roses (Robert Browning Poem)
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
The Twins (Robert Browning Poem)
Give'' and ``It-shall-be-given-unto-you.'' I. Grand rough old Martin Luther Bloomed fables---flowers on furze, The better the uncouther: Do roses stick ...
The Guardian-Angel (Robert Browning Poem)
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
Why I Am a Liberal (Robert Browning Poem)
"Why?" Because all I haply can and do, All that I am now, all I hope to be,-- Whence comes ...
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 ...
Through The Metodja To Abd-El-Kadr (Robert Browning Poem)
1842 I As I ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, So its tide rocks my ...
Overhead The Tree-Tops Meet (Robert Browning Poem)
Overhead the tree-tops meet, Flowers and grass spring 'neath one's feet; There was nought above me, and nought below, My ...
Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
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 ...
Epilogue To Asolando (Robert Browning Poem)
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
The Italian In England (Robert Browning Poem)
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Two In The Campagna (Robert Browning Poem)
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...