The Laboratory, by Robert Browning
ANCIEN RÉ GIME Now that I, tying thy g...
Animal Poems
The Lady and the Painter, by Robert Browning
SHE: Yet womanhood you reverence,
So you prof...
Love Among the Ruins, by Robert Browning
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles ...
Memorabilia, by Robert Browning
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
And did ...
Misconceptions, by Robert Browning
This is a spray the bird clung to,
Making it...
Muckle-Mouth Meg, by Robert Browning
FROWNED the Laird on the Lord: "So, red-handed...
My Last Duchess, by Robert Browning
FERRARA That's my last Duchess painted on the ...
My Star, by Robert Browning
All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can...
Pheidippides, by Robert Browning
Χ α ί ρ ε τ &eps...
The Pied Piper of Hamelin, by Robert Browning
I Hamelin town's in Brunswick,
By famous Ha...
The Pope and the Net, by Robert Browning
WHAT, he on whom our voices unanimously ran,
...
A Pretty Woman, by Robert Browning
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the ...
Prospice, by Robert Browning
Fear death? To feel the fog in my throat,
Th...
Rabbi Ben Ezra, by Robert Browning
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,...
Songs From Pippa Passes, by Robert Browning
Day! Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim,...
Summum Bonum, by Robert Browning
All the breath and the bloom of the year in the...
Tray, by Robert Browning
Sing me a hero! Quench my thirst
Of soul, ye ...
Up at a Villa—Down in the City, by Robert Browning
(As distinguished by an Italian person of quali...
A Wall, by Robert Browning
O the old wall here! How I could pass
Life in ...
White Witchcraft, by Robert Browning
IF you and I could change to beasts, what beas...
A Woman's Last Word, by Robert Browning
Let's contend no more, Love,
Strive nor wee...
Youth and Art, by Robert Browning
It once might have been, once only:
We lodge...
Elegy on Lesbia's Sparrow, by Catullus
Loves and Graces mourn with me,
Mourn, fair ...
The Garden God's Address, by Catullus
This farm, young passengers, these marshy mea...
The Garden God's Threat, by Catullus
Form'd from the season'd poplar's heart
By the...