Author: Robert Browning

Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews sons mine ah God, I know […]

I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate’er you may believe. There is an inmost […]

Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, […]

I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. […]

Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts […]

The moth’s kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, […]

I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long […]

Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And […]

All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee: All the wonder and wealth […]

THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep ‘s no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, […]

I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last […]

O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this ‘sleep’, which seems To bound […]

I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as […]

(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, […]

All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, ’tis the sparrows’ good-night twitter About your […]

The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves […]

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 […]