Robert Browning Poems
The Year's At The Spring
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven"”
All's right with... more
Poet: Robert Browning rating:  The Lost Leader
Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a riband to stick in his coat"”
Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us,
Lost all the others she lets us devote;
They, with the gold... more
Poet: Robert Browning rating: Life In A Love
Escape me?
Never"”
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a... more
Poet: Robert Browning rating: Porphyria's Lover
The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.... more
Poet: Robert Browning rating: Meeting At Night
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And... more
Poet: Robert Browning rating: Misconceptions
This is a spray the Bird clung to,
Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,
Fit for her nest and her treasure.
Oh, what a hope beyond measure
Was the poor spray's,... more
Poet: Robert Browning rating: Home Thoughts, From Abroad
Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny... more
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