Robert Browning's Poetry, by title

• A Cavalier Song

  Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,
      Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:

  32 lines
• A Face

  If one could have that little head of hers
  Painted upon a background of pure gold,

  21 lines
• A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learning

  Let us begin and carry up this corpse,
          Singing together.

  149 lines, 3 comments
• A Light Woman

  I.
  So far as our story approaches the end,

  70 lines, 1 comment
• A Lovers' Quarrel

  I.
  Oh, what a dawn of day!

  176 lines, 1 comment
• A Pretty Woman

  I.
  That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,

  90 lines, 2 comments
• A Serenade At The Villa

  I.
  That was I, you heard last night,

  72 lines
• A Tale

  (_Epilogue to "The Two Poets of Croisic."_)
  What a pretty tale you told me

  126 lines
• A Toccata Of Galuppi's

  I.
  Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!

  60 lines
• A Wall

  O the old wall here! How I could pass
    Life in a long midsummer day,

  28 lines
• A Woman's Last Word

  I.
  Let's contend no more, Love,

  50 lines, 3 comments
• Abt Vogler

  Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build,
  Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work,

  96 lines
• After

  Take the cloak from his face, and at first
  Let the corpse do its worst!

  18 lines, 3 comments
• Aix In Provence

  I.
  Christ God who savest man, save most

  148 lines
• Among The Rocks

  Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth,
      This autumn morning! How he sets his bones

  11 lines
• An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar

  Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,
  The not-incurious in God's handiwork

  312 lines, 1 comment
• Andrea del Sarto

  But do not let us quarrel any more,
  No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once:

  267 lines, 1 comment
• Another Way Of Love

  I.
  June was not over

  36 lines
• Any Wife To Any Husband

  I.
  My love, this is the bitterest, that thou---

  147 lines, 1 comment
• Apparent Failure

  "We shall soon lose a celebrated building."
                      --_Paris Newspape

  72 lines
• Apparitions

  (_Prologue to "The Two Poets of Croisic."_)
  Such a starved bank of moss

  15 lines
• Before

  I.
  Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far.

  50 lines
• Bishop Blougram's Apology

  NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
  A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!

  1050 lines, 2 comments
• Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The

  Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!
  Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?

  124 lines
• By The Fire-Side

  How well I know what I mean to do
    When the long dark autumn-evenings come:

  421 lines, 1 comment
• Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island

  "Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself."
  (David,&

  285 lines, 1 comment
• Cavalier Tunes: Boot and Saddle

  Boot, saddle, to horse and away!
  Rescue my Castle, before the hot

  21 lines
• Cavalier Tunes: Give a Rouse

  King Charles, and who'll do him right now?
  King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?

  22 lines
• Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came

  I.
  My first thought was, he lied in every word,

  239 lines, 14 comments
• Christmas-Eve

  OUT of the little chapel I burst
  Into the fresh night air again.

  1404 lines

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