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Browning at Asolo

This is the loggia Browning loved,
  High on the flank of the friendly town;
These are the hills that his keen eye roved,
  The green like a cataract leaping down
  To the plain that his pen gave new renown.

There to the West what a range of blue!—...

Poet: Robert Underwood Johnson
Robert Browning

There is delight in singing, though none hear
Beside the singer; and there is delight
In praising, though the praiser sit alone
And see the praised far off him, far above.
Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world’s,
Therefore on him no speech! and brief...

Poet: Walter Savage Landor
The Burial of Robert Browning

        UPON St. Michael’s Isle
        They laid him for awhile
That he might feel the Ocean’s full embrace,
            And wedded be
            To that wide sea—
  The subject and the passion of his race.
    As Thetis, from some lovely...

Poet: Michael Field
A Sequence of Sonnets on the Death of Robert Browning

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     The clearest eyes in all the world they read

       With sense more keen and spirit of sight more true

       Than burns and thrills in sunrise, when the dew

     Flames, and absorbs the glory round it...

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To Elizabeth Barrett Browning

       I have not met thee in this outward world,

        Bounded by time and space; but in that realm,

        O'er which imagination holds her reign,

        There have I seen thy spirit face to face,

        Majestic, and yet...

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