Robert Browning

"What girl but, having gathered flowers,     Stript the beds and spoilt the bowers,     From the lapful light she carries     Drops a careless b"

"I.     I wish that when you died last May,     Charles, there had died along with you     Three parts of springs delightful things;     Ay, and,"

"Had I Gods leave, how I would alter things!     If I might read instead of print my speech,     Ay, and enliven speech with many a flower"

"Scene. Up the Hill-side, inside the Shrub-house. Luca's wife, Ottima, and her paramour, the German Sebald.     Sebald     [sings]     Let th"

"This strange thing happened to a painter once:     Viterbo boasts the man among her sons     Of note, I seem to think: his ready tool     Picke"

"That second time they hunted me     From hill to plain, from shore to sea,     And Austria, hounding far and wide     Her blood-hounds thro th"

"The poets pour us wine     Said the dearest poet I ever knew,     Dearest and greatest and best to me.     You clamor athirst for poetry"

"Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth,     This autumn morning! How he sets his bones     To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and"

"I.     GR-R-R there go, my hearts abhorrence!     Water your damned flower-pots, do!     If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence,     Gods blood,"

""Why?" Because all I haply can and do,     All that I am now, all I hope to be,     Whence comes it save from fortune setting free     Body and"

"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself.     - David, Psalms 50.21     [Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best,"

"Eyes, calm beside thee, (Lady, couldst thou know!)     May turn away thick with fast-gathering tears:     I glance not where all gaze: thrillin"

"I.     Oh, what a dawn of day!     How the March sun feels like May!     All is blue again     After last nights rain,     And the South dries"

"New Year's Day at Asolo in the Trevisan     Scene. A large mean airy chamber. A girl, Pippa, from the Silk-mills, springing out of bed.     D"

"Scene. Inside the Palace by the Duomo. Monsignor, dismissing his Attendants.     Monsignor     Thanks, friends, many thanks! I chiefly desir"

"Heap Cassia, sandal-buds and stripes     Of labdanum, and aloe-balls,     Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes     From out her hair: such ba"

"I     My love, this is the bitterest, that thou     Who art all truth and who dost love me now     As thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say"

"No protesting, dearest!     Hardly kisses even!     Dont we both know how it ends?     How the greenest leaf turns serest,     Bluest outbrea"

"A CHILDS STORY. Written for, and inscribed to, W. M. the Younger. I.     Hamelin towns in Brunswick,     By famous Hanover city;     The ri"

"He sings.     I send my heart up to thee, all my heart     In this my singing.     For the stars help me, and the sea bears part;     The very"

"Pauline, mine own, bend oer me thy soft breast     Shall pant to mine bend oer me thy sweet eyes,     And loosened hair, and breathing lips, a"

"Do you see this Ring?     Tis Rome-work, made to match     (By Castellanis imitative craft)     Etrurian circlets found, some happy morn,"

"Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court,     I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down     Without help, make shift to even speak,"

"I.     Out of the little chapel I burst     Into the fresh night air again.     I had waited a good five minutes first     In the doorway, to esc"

"I am a Goddess of the ambrosial courts,     And save by Here, Queen of Pride, surpassed     By none whose temples whiten this the world.     Th"

"AIX IN PROVENCE I.     Christ God who savest man, save most     Of men Count Gismond who saved me!     Count Gauthier, when he chose his po"

"What is he buzzing in my ears?     Now that I come to die,     Do I view the world as a vale of tears?     Ah, reverend sir, not I!     Wha"

"Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was,     Virgil, your legend in those strange three lines!     No question, that adventure came to pass     One"

"I.     The morn when first it thunders in March,     The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say.     As I leaned and looked over the aloed arch"

"Scene. Inside the Turret on the Hill above Asolo. Luigi and his Mother entering.     Mother     If there blew wind, you'd hear a long sigh, ea"

"ANCIEN RGIME. I.     Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,     May gaze thro these faint smokes curling whitely,     As thou pliest t"

"This is a spray the Bird clung to,     Making it blossom with pleasure,     Ere the high tree-top she sprang to,     Fit for her nest and her t"

"Only the prisms obstruction shows aright     The secret of a sunbeam, breaks its light     Into the jewelled bow from blankest white;     So m"

"I.     I dream of a red-rose tree.     And which of its roses three     Is the dearest rose to me? II.     Round and round, like a dance of snow"

"I.     How very hard it is to be     A Christian! Hard for you and me,     Not the mere task of making real     That duty up to its ideal,     E"

"The rain set early in to-night,     The sullen wind was soon awake,     It tore the elm-tops down for spite,     And did its worst to vex the l"

"If one could have that little head of hers     Painted upon a background of pale gold,     Such as the Tuscans early art prefers!     No shade"

"Browning contributed the money he earned by this poem to the people of Paris suffering from the Franco-Prussian War. Herv Riel appeared in the Co"