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.

I
Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane,
By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies
Hark, those two in the hazel coppice—-A boy and a girl, if the good fates please, Making love, say,—- T...

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

Escape me
Never—-Beloved
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,

I
Never any more,  While I live,
Need I hope to see his face  As before
Once his love grown chill,  Mine may strive:

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...

New Year's Day at Asolo in the
Scene
—A large mean airy chamber
A girl,

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

I
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop As they crop—-Was the site once of a city great and gay, (So they say)Of our coun...

I
Oh, to be in
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in

Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together
Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, Cared-for till cock-crow: Look out if yonder be not day again Rimming the rock-...

I
How well I know what I mean to do  When the long dark autumn-evenings come:
And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue
With the music of all thy voices,