Robert Browning

"We two stood simply friend-like side by side,     Viewing a twilight country far and wide,     Till she at length broke silence. How it towers"

"You in the flesh and here,     Your very self! Now, wait!     One word! May I hope or fear?     Must I speak in love or hate?     Stay while I"

"I. I.     Whats become of Waring     Since he gave us all the slip,     Chose land-travel or seafaring,     Boots and chest or staff and sc"

"I.     Would it were I had been false, not you!     I that am nothing, not you that are all     I, never the worse for a touch or two     On my sp"

"Karshish, the picker-up of learnings crumbs,     The not-incurious in Gods handiwork     (This mans-flesh he hath admirably made,     Blown"

"Among these latter busts we count by scores,     Half-emperors and quarter-emperors,     Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest,"

"True, Excellency as his Highness says,     Though shes not dead yet, shes as good as stretched     Symmetrical beside the other two;     Thou"

"SPAIN. I.     It is a lie, their Priests, their Pope,     Their Saints, their . . . all they fear or hope     Are lies, and lies, there! th"

"Verse-making was least of my virtues: I viewed with despair     Wealth that never yet was but might be, all that verse-making were     If the li"

"Scene. Colmar in Alsatia: an Inn. 1528.     Paracelsus, Festus.     Paracelsus     [to Johannes Oporinus, his Secretary].     Sic itur ad as"

"I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave!     You need not clap your torches to my face.     Zooks, whats to blame? you think you see a monk!"

"He gazed and gazed and gazed and gazed,     Amazed, amazed, amazed, amazed."

"Such a starved bank of moss     Till, that May-morn,     Blue ran the flash across:     Violets were born!     Sky, what a scowl of cloud"

"I.     Never any more,     While I live,     Need I hope to see his face     As before.     Once his love grown chill,     Mine may strive"

"He.    Ah, the bird-like fluting     Through the ash-tops yonder,     Bullfinch-bubblings, soft sounds suiting     What sweet thoughts, I wonde"

"My father was a scholar and knew Greek.     When I was five years old, I asked him once     What do you read about?     The siege of Troy."

"All I can say is, I saw it!     The room was as bare as your hand.     I locked in the swarth little lady, I swear,     From the head to the fo"

"I.     That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,     And the blue eye     Dear and dewy,     And that infantine fresh air of hers! II.     To think"

"Frowned the Laird on the Lord: So, red-handed I catch thee?     Death-doomed by our Law of the Border!     Weve a gallows outside and a chiel"

"TO MRS. ARTHUR BRONSON     To whom but you, dear Friend, should I dedicate versessome few written, all of them supervised, in the comfort of yo"

"I could have painted pictures like that youths     Ye praise so. How my soul springs up! No bar     Stayed me, ah, thought which saddens while"

"I.     My heart sank with our Claret-flask,     Just now, beneath the heavy sedges     That serve this Ponds black face for mask     And still a"

"I.     Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,     Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:     And, pressing a troop unable to stoop     And see th"

"I     I hear a voice, perchance I heard     Long ago, but all too low,     So that scarce a care it stirred     If the voice was real or no:"

"I.     Stop, let me have the truth of that!     Is that all true? I say, the day     Ten years ago when both of us     Met on a morning, friends a"

"FIRST SPEAKER, as David I.     On the first of the Feast of Feasts,     The Dedication Day,     When the Levites joined the Priests     At t"

"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"

"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 wing;"

"Dear, had the world in its caprice     Deigned to proclaim I know you both,     Have recognized your plighted troth,     Am sponsor for you:"

"Theres a palace in Florence, the world knows well,     And a statue watches it from the square,     And this story of both do our townsmen tell"

"Still you stand, still you listen, still you smile!     Still melts your moonbeam through me, white awhile,     Softening, sweetening, till swee"

"Some people hang portraits up     In a room where they dine or sup:     And the wife clinks tea-things under,     And her cousin, he stirs his"

"Morning, evening, noon and night,     Praise God!; sang Theocrite.     Then to his poor trade he turned,     Whereby the daily meal was earne"

"I.     So far as our story approaches the end,     Which do you pity the most of us three?     My friend, or the mistress of my friend     With h"

"Another day that finds her living yet,     Little Pompilia, with the patient brow     And lamentable smile on those poor lips,     And, under t"

"But give them me, the mouth, the eyes, the brow!     Let them once more absorb me! One look now     Will lap me round for ever, not to pass"

"And so you found that poor room dull,     Dark, hardly to your taste, my dear?     Its features seemed unbeautiful:     But this I know, twas"

"Woe, he went galloping into the war,     Clara, Clara!     Let us two dream: shall he scape with a scar?     Scarcely disfigurement, rather a"

"Scene. Basil; a chamber in the house of Paracelsus. 1526.     Paracelsus, Festus.     Paracelsus.     Heap logs and let the blaze laugh out!"

"This was my dream: I saw a Forest     Old as the earth, no track nor trace     Of unmade man. Thou, Soul, explorest,     Though in a trembling"

"I.     Oh, to be in England     Now that Aprils there,     And whoever wakes in England     Sees, some morning, unaware,     That the lowest bo"

"Oh, the old wall here! How I could pass     Life in a long midsummer day,     My feet confined to a plot of grass,     My eyes from a wall not"

"Hist, but a word, fair and soft!     Forth and be judged, Master Hugues!     Answer the question Ive put you so oft:     What do you mean by y"

"A Reminiscence of A.D. 1676     No, boy, we must not, so began     My Uncle (hes with God long since),     A-petting me, the good old man!"

"What it was struck the terror into me?     This, Publius: closer! while we wait our turn     Ill tell you. Waters warm (they ring inside)"

"So, friend, your shop was all your house!     Its front, astonishing the street,     Invited view from man and mouse     To what diversity of t"

"I.     I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;     I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;     Good speed! cried the watch, as th"

"Take the cloak from his face, and at first     Let the corpse do its worst!     How he lies in his rights of a man!     Death has done all deat"

"I only knew one poet in my life:     And this, or something like it, was his way.     You saw go up and down Valladolid,     A man of mark, to"

"Flower, I never fancied, jewel, I profess you!     Bright I see and soft I feel the outside of a flower.     Save but glow inside and jewel, I s"

"You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,     Abate Panciatichi two good Tuscan names:     Acciaiuoli ah, your ancestor it was,     Built the h"

"I.     Here was I with my arm and heart     And brain, all yours for a word, a want     Put into a look, just a look, your part,     While mine, t"

"I     Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!     I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind;     But although I tak"

"What, you, Sir, come too? (Just the man Id meet.)     Be ruled by me and have a care othe crowd:     This way, while fresh folk go and get the"

"If you and I could change to beasts, what beast should either be?     Shall you and I play Jove for once? Turn fox then, I decree!     Shy wild"

"I.     It once might have been, once only:     We lodged in a street together,     You, a sparrow on the housetop lonely,     I, a lone she-bird o"

"Never the time and the place     And the loved one all together!     This path, how soft to pace!     This May, what magic weather!     Where"

"Day! Faster and more fast,     O'er night's brim, day boils at last:     Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim.     Where spurting and su"

"Referring to the third verse of this poem, the Pall Mall Gazette of February 1, 1890, said: One evening, just before his death-illness, the poet"

"To E. B. B. I     There they are, my fifty men and women     Naming me the fifty poems finished!     Take them, Love, the book and me togeth"