Robert Browning

That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.

The thought of Eglamor's least like a thought,
And yet a false one, was, "Man shrinks to nought"If matched with symbols of immensity;"Must quail, forsooth, before a quiet sky"Or sea, too little for their quietude:"And...

I
I dream of a red-rose tree
And which of its roses
Is the dearest rose to me

And the font took them: let our laurels lie
Braid moonfern now with mystic
Because once more Goito gets, once more,
Sordello to itself

I
You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:  A mile or so away,
On a little mound,
Napoleon  Stood on our storming-day;

No more wine
then we'll push back chairs and talk
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see

Scene
— Colmar in Alsatia: an Inn
1528
Paracelsus,

Scene
— Constantinople; the house of a Greek Conjurer
1521
Paracelsus

I
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his
On mine, and mouth scarce able to
Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim...

Scene
—Inside the Turret on the Hill above Asolo
Luigi and his Mother entering
If there blew wind, you'd hear a long sigh,

I
All June I bound the rose in sheaves
Now, rose by rose,
I strip the

He gazed and gazed and gazed and gazed,
Amazed, amazed, amazed, amazed