Robert Browning Quotes

Yet the day wears, And door succeeds door; I try the fresh fortune— Range the wide house from the wing to the centre, Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter. Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Love in a Life (l. 9-14). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Then the two hearts beating each to each!
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Meeting at Night (l. 12). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems and new!
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Memorabilia (l. 1-4). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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For there I picked up on the heather And there I put inside my breast A moulted feather, an eagle-feather! Well, I forget the rest.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Memorabilia (l. 13-16). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. My Last Duchess (l. 1-2). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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She thanked men,—good! but thanked Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name With anybody's gift.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. My Last Duchess (l. 31-34). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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—E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. My Last Duchess (l. 42-47). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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She had A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. My Last Duchess (l. 21-24). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Never the time and the place And the loved one all together!
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Never the Time and the Place, l. 1-2, Jocoseria (1883).
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I give the fight up: let there be an end, A privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Paracelsus, pt. 5, l. 363-5 (1835).
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