Poems by Robert Browning

Poems by Robert Browning

Pheidippides, by Robert Browning

Χ α ί ρ ε τ &epsilon, ν ι κ ω μ ε ...

The Pied Piper of Hamelin, by Robert Browning

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

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...

A Pretty Woman, by Robert Browning

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

Prospice, by Robert Browning

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

Rabbi Ben Ezra, by Robert Browning

Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was mad...

Rosny, by Robert Browning

WOE, he went galloping into the war,
Clara, Clara!
Let us two dream: shall he 'scape with a ...

Songs From Pippa Passes, by Robert Browning

Day! Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim, day boils at last:
Boils, pure gold, o'er th...

Speculative, by Robert Browning

OTHERS may need new life in Heaven--
Man, Nature, Art--made new, assume!
Man with new mind o...

Summum Bonum, by Robert Browning

All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee:
All the wonder and wealth of th...

A Tale, by Robert Browning

What a pretty tale you told me
Once upon a time
Said you found it somewhere (scold me!)
Was i...

A Toccata of Galuppi's, by Robert Browning

Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!
I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove...

Tray, by Robert Browning

Sing me a hero! Quench my thirst
Of soul, ye bards!
Quoth Bard the first:
"Sir Olaf, the g...

Up at a Villa—Down in the City, by Robert Browning

(As distinguished by an Italian person of quality.) Had I but plenty of money, money enough and...

A Wall, by Robert Browning

O the old wall here! How I could pass
Life in a long midsummer day,
My feet confined to a plot...