Author: Robert Browning

I. You’re my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his […]

Morning, evening, noon and night, ”Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal […]

I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the […]

I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As […]

I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty… men, […]

I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained […]

Never the time and the place And the loved one all together! This path how soft to pace! This May […]

I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf […]

There’s a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story […]

NO more wine? then we’ll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i’ faith! We […]

Give” and ”It-shall-be-given-unto-you.” I. Grand rough old Martin Luther Bloomed fables – flowers on furze, The better the uncouther: Do […]

I. Gr-r-r – there go, my heart’s abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God’s […]

All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves And strew them where […]

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, […]