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Born in May 7, 1812 / Died in December 12, 1889 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Robert Browning

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The Laboratory

... And try it and taste, ere she fix and prefer!VIIIWhat a drop! She's not little, no minion like me— ...

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Porphyria's Lover

... straight She shut the cold out and the storm, ...

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My Last Duchess

... I call That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands ...

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Meeting At Night

... And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears, ...

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Love Among The Ruins

... Long ago; Lust of glory pricked their hearts up, dread of shame ...

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Any Wife To Any Husband

... Watch out thy watch, let weak ones doze and dream!XII"—Ah, but the fresher faces! Is it true," ...

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Life In A Love

... While, look but once from your farthest bound, ...

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Love In A Life

... But 'tis twilight, you see,—with such suites to explore, ...

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My Star

... Then it stops like a bird,—like a flower, hangs furled, ...

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The Pied Piper Of Hamelin

... With a, "First, if you please, my thousand guilders!"A thousand guilders! The Mayor looked blue ...

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A Pretty Woman

... Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers!IITo think men cannot take you, Sweet, ...

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A Woman's Last Word

... As I ought I will speak thy speech, Love, ...

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Home Thoughts, From Abroad

... Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray's edge— ...

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Confessions

... " Ah, reverend sir, not I!What I viewed there once, what I view again ...

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Prospice

... I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, ...