Poems by Robert Browning

You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:
A mile or so away
On a little mound, Napoleon
Stood ...

Of the million or two, more or less,
I rule and possess,
One man, for some cause undefined,...

That second time they hunted me
From hill to plain, from shore to sea,
And Austria, houndi...

ANCIEN RÉ GIME Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
May gaze through these faint ...

Nobly, nobly, Cape Saint Vincent to the Northwest died away;
Sunset ran, one glorious blood-...

Such a starved bank of moss
Till, that May-morn,
Blue ran the flash across:
Violets were b...

1 AND so you found that poor room dull,
Dark, hardly to your taste, my dear?
Its features s...

A: You blame me that I ran away?
Why, Sir, the enemy advanced:
Balls flew about, and--who c...

LAST night I saw you in my sleep:
And how your charm of face was changed!
I asked "Some love, ...

YOU in the flesh and here--
Your very self! Now, wait!
One word! May I hope or fear?
Must I s...

THIS was my dream: I saw a Forest
Old as the earth, no track nor trace
Of unmade man. Thou, S...

IT happened thus: my slab, though new,
Was getting weather-stained, --beside,
Herbage, balm...

WE were two lovers; let me lie by her,
My tomb beside her tomb. On hers inscribe--
"I loved hi...

ROME, 15 Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!
Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?
N...

Morning, evening, noon, and night,
"Praise God!" sang Theocrite. Then to his poor t...