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Robert Browning was an English poet born in 1812. He is considered one of the preeminent Victorian poets of the period. His work is noted for its dark humor, historical commentary, and challenging syntax. He published numerous long poems throughout his career, including The Ring and the Book.
Porphyria's Lover. By Robert Browning. The rain set early in to-night, 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. When glided in Porphyria; straight. She shut the cold out and the storm,
Meeting at Night. By Robert Browning. I. 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 quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
Although the early part of Robert Browning’s creative life was spent in comparative obscurity, he has come to be regarded as one of the most important English poets of the Victorian period. His dramatic monologues and the psycho-historical epic The Ring and the Book (1868-1869), a novel...
1889. I. Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot you never spied; But, when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see the townsfolk suffer so. From vermin, was a pity. II. Rats! They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
5 days ago · 1. My Last Duchess. ★ ★. That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call. That piece a wonder, now: Fr Pandolf's hands. Worked busily a day, and there she stands. ... Read Poem. 2. A Woman's Last Word. ★ ★. Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, ---Only sleep! ... Read Poem. 3.
1812 –. 1889. That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call. That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands. Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will 't please you sit and look at her? I said. 'Frà Pandolf' by design, for never read. Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
