Robert Browning Quotes

His very serviceable suit of black Was courtly once and conscientious still,
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. How It Strikes a Contemporary (l. 5-6). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Myou stared at him, And found, less to your pleasure than surprise, He seemed to know you and expect as much.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. How It Strikes a Contemporary (l. 33-35). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix (l. 58-60). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch as the gate-bolts undrew, "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through. Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix (l. 1-6). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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The moth's kiss first! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed Its petals up; so, here and there You brush it, till I grow aware Who wants me, and wide ope I burst.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. In a Gondola (l. 1-7). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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'You're wounded!' 'Nay,' his soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said: 'I'm killed, Sire!' And his Chief beside, Smiling the boy fell dead.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Incident of the French Camp (l. 37-40). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Jochanan Hakkadosh, st. 101, Jocoseria (1883).
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Oh, heart! oh, blood that freezes, blood that burns! Earth's returns For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin! Shut them in, With their triumphs and their glories and the rest! Love is best.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Love among the Ruins (l. 79-84). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe Long ago; Lust of glory pricked their hearts up, dread of shame Struck them tame;
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Love among the Ruins (l. 31-34). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Love among the Ruins (l. 1). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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