Author: Robert Browning

I. Said Abner, ”At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ”Kiss my cheek, wish me well!” […]

Verse-making was least of my virtues: I viewed with despair Wealth that never yet was but might be all that […]

I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle […]

I Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find […]

1842 I As I ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, So its tide rocks my […]

SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we […]

I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, […]

Boot, saddle, to horse and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens to blue from its silvery gray, […]

Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: […]

What is he buzzing in my ears? “Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a […]

I. Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught – […]

King Charles, and who’ll do him right now? King Charles, and who’s ripe for fight now? Give a rouse: here’s, […]

Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, […]

I. Of the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was […]

The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And […]

Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain’s rim: And straight was […]

(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little […]

ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As […]

FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet’s wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of […]

Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed […]