Author: Robert Browning

I’ve a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books […]

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 […]

Overhead the tree-tops meet, Flowers and grass spring ‘neath one’s feet; There was nought above me, and nought below, My […]

An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question […]

I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond’s black face for […]

A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. […]

1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on […]

Man I am and man would be, Love merest man and nothing more. Bid me seem no other! Eagles boast […]

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 […]

Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the […]

But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all […]

A Child’s Story Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall […]

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; “Good speed!” cried […]

All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of […]

Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish […]

I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! […]

Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come […]

I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her […]

I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what’s to […]

This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, […]