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Robert Browning
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Robert Browning
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The Pied Piper of Hamelin / Robert Browning
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I. Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern si...
The Flight of the Duchess / Robert Browning
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I You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his yoke, too; So here's the tal...
Songs From Pippa Passes / Robert Browning
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Day! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last: Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim. Wh...
Rabbi Ben Ezra / Robert Browning
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Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who s...
Porphyria's Lover / Robert Browning
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The rain set early in to-night, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its worst to vex ...
My Last Duchess / Robert Browning
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That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf's han...
Love Among the Ruins / Robert Browning
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Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle homew...
In A Gondola / Robert Browning
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He sings. I send my heart up to thee, all my heart In this my singing. For the stars help me, and the sea bears part; The very...
How They Brought the Good News From Ghent to Aix / Robert Browning
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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 wat...
Christmas Eve / Robert Browning
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I Out of the little chapel I burst Into the fresh night-air again. Five minutes full, I waited first In the doorway, to escape t...
Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came / Robert Browning
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I My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie ...
A Grammarian's Funeral / Robert Browning
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Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tether Sleepin...
A Death in the Desert / Robert Browning
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[Supposed of Pamphylax the Antiochene: It is a parchment, of my rolls the fifth, Hath three skins glued together, is all Greek, An...
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