Robert Browning
1812–1889
Robert Browning (1812–1889) was an English poet and playwright, born in Camberwell, London. He married the poet Elizabeth Barrett in 1846 and lived with her in Italy until her death in 1861.
Browning is the master of the dramatic monologue, in which a single speaker reveals more than they intend. “My Last Duchess”, “Porphyria’s Lover”, “Fra Lippo Lippi” and “Andrea del Sarto” are classic examples, and his long poem The Ring and the Book (1868–69) retells a Roman murder case from many voices. He also wrote “The Pied Piper of Hamelin” and “Home-Thoughts, from Abroad”.
Best-known poems
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Porphyria's Lover
The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite, … -
Rabbi Ben Ezra
GROW old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first I was made: … -
The Lost Leader
JUST 1 for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat—
Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, … -
Home Thoughts from Abroad
I.
oh, to be in England now that April’s there
And whoever wakes in England sees, some morning, unaware, … -
Meeting at Night
1
The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low; … -
Evelyn Hope
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!
Sit and watch by her side an hour.
That is her book-shelf, this her bed; …
All poems (47)
A 3
C 1
D 1
E 3
G 2
H 6
- Hervé RielOn the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two,
- Home Thoughts from AbroadI.
- Home-thoughts, from AbroadO, TO be in England
- Home-thoughts, from the SeaNobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away;
- HouseShall I sonnet-sing you about myself?
- How they brought the Good News from Ghent to AixI Sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he;
I 4
L 3
M 3
P 4
R 1
S 3
T 8
- The Glove(Peter Ronsard loquitur)
- The Last Ride TogetherI said--Then, dearest, since 'tis so,
- The Lost LeaderJUST 1 for a handful of silver he left us,
- The Lost MistressAll 's over, then: does truth sound bitter
- The Pied Piper of HamelinHAMELIN Town ’s in Brunswick,
- The WanderersOver the sea our galleys went,
- Thus the Mayne glidethWhere my Love abideth;
- Two in the CampagnaI wonder do you feel today