Poems by Robert Browning
"Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes"
... From tree-tops where tired winds are fain, ...
Protus
... Great eye, Gross jaw and griped lips do what granite can ...
Dtatue And The Bust, The
... ``Shall touch the eyes to a purpose soft,``While the mouth and the brow stay brave in bronze--- ...
Thus the Mayne glideth
... That seems to breed them, brown as they: ...
One Word More
... Cried, and the world cried too, "Ours, the treasure!"&emsp ...
Sordello: Book the Fifth
... 'T is mine- "That 's yours: I tell you, towards some such design ...
Fears And Scruples
... Thanks for truth--tho' falsehood, gained--tho' lost ...
Christmas-Eve
... Having clothed his own soul with, hed fain see equipt yours, ...
The Ring And The Book - Chapter VIII - Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis
... Tra-la-la! Ive travelled ground, from childhood till this hour, ...
Through The Metidja To Abd-El-Kadr
... Shows where sweat has sprung and dried, ...
The Ring And The Book - Chapter VII - Pompilia
... I the churches! Swathe your throat three times! she cried, ...
Sordello: Book the Fourth
... -him we bade "Enjoy our shine i' the front, not seek the shade!" ...
You'll Love Me Yet
... June reared that bunch of flowers you carry ...
Sordello: Book the First
... and as yet "That fast friend sleeps, and he too sleeps: but let ...
A Face
... (That's the pale ground you'd see this sweet face by), ...
