Poems by Robert Browning
In A Year
... He exclaimed: ``Let thy love my own foretell!'' ...
Incident Of The French Camp
... ``You're wounded!'' ``Nay,'' the soldier's pride ...
Nationality In Drinks
... Went the little man, Sir Ausbruch, strutting!---Here's to Nelson's memory! ...
Garden Francies
... I. THE FLOWER'S NAMEHere's the garden she walked across, ...
Old Pictures In Florence
... * 2 Died 1455. Designed the bronze gates of the Baptistry at Florence ...
Mesmerism
... From the pathway, blind with sight---XVIII ...
Epilogue
... --Being--who?One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, ...
The Flight Of The Duchess
... And now it is made---why, my heart's blood, that went trickle, ...
Cavalier Tunes: Boot and Saddle
... "God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay-- ...
The Confessional
... [SPAIN.]I.It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, ...
Cristina
... ``That the sea feels''---no strange yearning ...
Abt Vogler
... ave heard and seen: consider and bow the head!Well, it is gone at last, the palace of music I reared ...
Time's Revenges
... The pen; this garret's freezing cold!And I've a Lady---there he wakes, ...
Respectability
... III.I know! the world proscribes not love ...
Cleon
... and alas, He must have done so, were it possible! Live long and happy, and in that thought die: ...
