Poems by Robert Browning

All I can say isI saw it!
The room was as bare as your hand.
I locked in the swarth little lady...

That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fre...

WHAT, he on whom our voices unanimously ran,
Made Pope at our last Conclave? Full low his life...

I Hamelin town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
The river Weser, deep and wide,
W...

Χ α ί ρ ε τ &epsilon, ν ι κ ω μ ε ...

A SIMPLE ring with a single stone
To the vulgar eye no stone of price:
Whisper the right word,...

It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad;
The house-roofs se...

OUT of your whole life give but a moment!
All of your life that has gone before,
All to come a...

This is a spray the bird clung to,
Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top sh...

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where ...

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
And did he stop and speak to you,
And did you speak to h...

The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startle...

FERRARA That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That...

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

Fear death? To feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and th...