Robert Browning

"Ah, my Giacinto, hes no ruddy rogue,     Is not Cinone? What, to-day were eight?     Seven and ones eight, I hope, old curly-pate!     Branc"

"O 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 on"

"All that I know     Of a certain star,     Is, it can throw     (Like the angled spar)     Now a dart of red,     Now a dart of blue,     Ti"

"A Poem In Twelve Books     Stop playing, poet! may a brother speak?     Tis you speak, thats your error. Songs our art:     Whereas you pl"

"AN OLD STORY. I.     It was roses, roses, all the way,     With myrtle mixed in my path like mad:     The house-roofs seemed to heave and s"

"Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!     Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?     Nephews, sons mine . . . ah God, I know not! Well,     S"

"O' Lyric Love, half angel and half bird,     And all a wonder and a wild desire,     Boldest of hearts that ever braved the sun,     Took sanct"

"But do not let us quarrel any more,     No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once:     Sit down and all shall happen as you wish.     You turn you"

"Ogni cencio vuol entrare in bucato.     - Italian Proverb.     Mr. Buxton Forman received the following self-explanatory letter from Browning:"

"PIANO DI SORRENTO     Fort, Fort, my beloved one,     Sit here by my side,     On my knees put up both little feet!     I was sure, if I t"

"Room after room,     I hunt the house through     We inhabit together.     Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her     Next time,"

"Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat,     The mist in my face,     When the snows begin, and the blasts denote     I am nearing the place,"

"He was the man, Pope Sixtus, that Fifth, that swineherds son:     He knew the right thing, did it, and thanked God when t was done:     But of"

"Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,     And the sun looked over the mountains rim     And straight was a path of gold for him,     And th"

"What a pretty tale you told me     Once upon a time     Said you found it somewhere (scold me!)     Was it prose or was it rhyme,     Greek or"

"I.     I know a Mount, the gracious Sun perceives     First, when he visits, last, too, when he leaves     The world; and, vainly favoured, it rep"

"(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I.     Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare,     The house for me, no dou"

"Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away;     Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;     Bluish mid the"

"I.     All I believed is true!     I am able yet     All I want, to get     By a method as strange as new:     Dare I trust the same to you? II"

"We shall soon lose a celebrated building.     - Paris Newspaper. I.     No, for I ll save it! Seven years since,     I passed through P"

"I.     Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,     Miles and miles     On the solitary pastures where our sheep     Half-asleep     Tink"

"The Poets age is sad: for why?     In youth, the natural world could show     No common object but his eye     At once involved with alien gl"

"PETER RONSARD loquitur.     Heigho! yawned one day King Francis,     Distance all value enhances!     When a mans busy, why, leisure"

"I.     Stand still, true poet that you are!     I know you; let me try and draw you.     Some night youll fail us: when afar     You rise, rememb"

"No more wine? then well push back chairs and talk.     A final glass for me, tho; cool, ifaith!     We ought to have our Abbey back, you see."

"I.     Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!     Rescue my castle before the hot day     Brightens to blue from its silvery grey,     (Chorus). Boot,"

"I will be happy if but for once:     Only help me, Autumn weather,     Me and my cares to screen, ensconce     In luxurys sofa-lap of leather!"

"I.     King Charles, and wholl do him right now?     King Charles, and whos ripe for fight now?     Give a rouse: heres, in hells despite now,"

"A.     You blame me that I ran away?     Why, Sir, the enemy advanced:     Balls flew about, and who can say     But one, if I stood firm, had gla"

"The thought of Eglamor's least like a thought,     And yet a false one, was, "Man shrinks to nought     "If matched with symbols of immensity;"

"[Supposed of Pamphylax the Antiochene:     It is a parchment, of my rolls the fifth,     Hath three skins glued together, is all Greek,     And"

"Fame     See, as the prettiest graves will do in time,     Our poets wants the freshness of its prime;     Spite of the sextons browsing hor"

"The woods were long austere with snow: at last     Pink leaflets budded on the beech, and fast     Larches, scattered through pine-tree solitude"

"Browning wrote this poem in 1842 for Macreadys son, who was ill. He had also written the Pied Piper of Hamelin at the same time.     Crescenzi"

"So, I shall see her in three days     And just one night, but nights are short,     Then two long hours, and that is morn.     See how I come,"

"I.     That was I, you heard last night,     When there rose no moon at all,     Nor, to pierce the strained and tight     Tent of heaven, a plane"

"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,     And did he stop and speak to you?     And did you speak to him again?     How strange it seems, and new"

"I     I wonder do you feel to-day     As I have felt since, hand in hand,     We sat down on the grass, to stray     In spirit better through the"

"I.     Nay but you, who do not love her,     Is she not pure gold, my mistress?     Holds earth aught, speak truth, above her?     Aught like thi"

"And the font took them: let our laurels lie!     Braid moonfern now with mystic trifoly     Because once more Goito gets, once more,     Sordel"

"Like to Ahasuerus, that shrewd prince,     I will begin, as is, these seven years now,     My daily wont, and read a History     (Written by on"

"Others may need new life in Heaven,     Man, Nature, Art, made new, assume!     Man with new mind old sense to leaven,     Nature, new light to"

"It happened thus: my slab, though new,     Was getting weather-stained, beside,     Herbage, balm, peppermint, oergrew     Letter and letter:"

"Man I am and man would be, Love, merest man and nothing more.     Bid me seem no other! Eagles boast of pinions, let them soar!     I may put fo"

"Scene.    Salzburg; a cell in the Hospital of St. Sebastian. 1541.     Festus, Paracelsus.     Festus.     No change! The weary night is we"

"The figure that thou here seest . . . Tut!     Was it for gentle Shakespeare put?     - B. JORSON. (Adapted.)     I next poet? No, my hear"

"I. James Lees Wife Speaks at the Window I.     Ah, Love, but a day     And the world has changed!     The suns away,     And the bird estr"

"I.     Of the million or two, more or less,     I rule and possess,     One man, for some cause undefined,     Was least to my mind. II.     I"

"I.     She should never have looked at me     If she meant I should not love her!     There are plenty . . . men, you call such,     I suppose ."

"I     Said Abner, At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak,     Kiss my cheek, wish me well! Then I wished it, and did kiss his cheek."

"ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME.     [Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, and now must my lord preach"

"There's heaven above, and night by night     I look right through its gorgeous roof;     No suns and moons though e'er so bright     Avail to s"

"I.     Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far.     God must judge the couple: leave them as they are     Whichever ones the guilt"

"I     The grey sea and the long black land;     And the yellow half-moon large and low;     And the startled little waves that leap     In fiery"

"I.     Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!     Sit and watch by her side an hour.     That is her book-shelf, this her bed;     She plucked that piece"

"Scene.    Constantinople; the house of a Greek Conjurer. 1521.     Paracelsus.     Paracelsus.     Over the waters in the vaporous West"

"Would a man scape the rod?     Rabbi Ben Karshook saith,     See that he turn to God     The day before his death.          Ay could a"

"We were two lovers; let me lie by her,     My tomb beside her tomb. On hers inscribe,     I loved him; but my reason bade prefer     Duty to l"

"Scene. Wrzburg; a garden in the environs. 1512.     Festus, Paracelsus, Michal.     Paracelsus.     Come close to me, dear friends; still cl"

"Give and It-shall-be-given-unto-you. I.     Grand rough old Martin Luther     Bloomed fables, flowers on furze,     The better the uncou"