Robert Browning
Robert Browning
Robert Browningwas an English poet and playwright whose mastery of the dramatic monologue made him one of the foremost Victorian poets. His poems are known for their irony, characterization, dark humour, social commentary, historical settings, and challenging vocabulary and syntax...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth7 May 1812
morning england april
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware.
song morning spring
Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world
running morning autumn
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth
morning heaven world
In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.
blinding fire god good hail send shall unless
Unless God send his hail / Or blinding fire balls, sleet or stifling snow, / In some time, his good time, I shall arrive.
hath mind
This Quiet, all it hath a mind to do, doth.
dogs escapes leave man mistrust others time
Others mistrust and say: "But time escapes - live now or never!" He said: "What's time? Leave Now for dogs and apes - Man has For ever
bride corpse leave lost though tied
Let me not know that all is lost, though lost it be - leave me not tied to this despair, this corpse like bride
best plain
It is best to be yourself, imperial, plain and true.
afar draw fail knew man named night poet remember saw stand true
Stand still, true poet that you are! / I know you; let me try and draw you. / Some night you'll fail us: when afar / You rise, remember one man saw you, / Knew you and named a star!
patience proves
The are times when patience proves at fault.
care doubt
Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the maw-crammed beast?
england sings
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough / In England - now!
bear darkness fare glad heroes minute pay peers taste
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers / The heroes of old, / Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears / Of pain, darkness and cold.