Poems by Robert Browning

Poems by Robert Browning

Natural Magic, 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...

A Pretty Woman, by Robert Browning

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

The Pope and the Net, by Robert Browning

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

The Pied Piper of Hamelin, by Robert Browning

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

Pheidippides, by Robert Browning

Χ α ί ρ ε τ &epsilon, ν ι κ ω μ ε ...

A Pearl, a Girl, by Robert Browning

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

The Patriot, by Robert Browning

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

Now, by Robert Browning

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

Misconceptions, by Robert Browning

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

Love Among the Ruins, by Robert Browning

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

Memorabilia, by Robert Browning

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

Meeting at Night, by Robert Browning

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

My Last Duchess, by Robert Browning

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

My Star, by Robert Browning

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

Prospice, by Robert Browning

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