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Robert Browning

    Stand still, true poet that you are!

  Guardian-Angel, The
    Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave

  Heretic's Tragedy, The
    The Lord, we look to once for all,

  Italian In England, The
    That second time they hunted me

  Laboratory, The
    Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,

  Last Ride Together, The
    I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so,

  Lost Leader, The
    Just for a handful of silver he left us,

  Lost Mistress, The
    All's over, then: does truth sound bitter

  Patriot, The
    It was roses, roses, all the way,

  Glove, The
    ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis,

  Flight Of The Duchess, The
    You're my friend:

  Englishman In Italy, The
    Fortu, Fortu, my beloved one,

  Porphyria's Lover
    The rain set early in to-night,

    Among these latter busts we count by scores

    Dear, had the world in its caprice

    Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak,

  Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister
    Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence!

    Nay but you, who do not love her,

  Boy And the Angel, The
    Morning, evening, noon and night

  Confessional, The
    It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope,

  Pied Piper Of Hamelin, The
    Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,

  Dtatue And The Bust, The
    There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well

  Twins, The
    Grand rough old Martin Luther

    What is he buzzing in my ears?

    At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,

  Life in a Bottle
    Escape me?

  Never The Time And The Place
    Never the time and the place

    Out of your whole life give but a moment!

    Fear death?---to feel the fog in my throat,

  Summum Bonum
    All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee:

  "Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes"
    Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes

  To Edward Fitzgerald
    I chanced upon a new book yesterday;

  Youth and Art
    It once might have been, once only:

  Andrea del Sarto
    But do not let us quarrel any more,

  Through The Metidja To Abd-El-Kadr
    As I ride, as I ride,

  Time's Revenges
    I've a Friend, over the sea

  Two In The Campagna
    I wonder do you feel to-day

  Up At A Villa--- Down In The City
    Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare,

    What's become of Waring

  Women And Roses
    I dream of a red-rose tree.

  Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The
    Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!

  Rabbi Ben Ezra
    Grow old along with me!

  Pippa's Song
    The year's at the spring,

  A Grammarian's Funeral
    Let us begin and carry up this corpse,

  Cavalier Tunes
    Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,

  Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came
    My first thought was, he lied in every word

  Aix In Provence
    Christ God who savest man, save most

    She should never have looked at me

  De Gustibus---
    Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees

  Earth's Immortalities
    See, as the prettiest graves will do in time,

  Evelyn Hope
    Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!

  Garden Francies
    Here's the garden she walked across,

  By The Fire-Side
    How well I know what I mean to do

    Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far.

  Any Wife To Any Husband
    My love, this is the bitterest, that thou---

  A Light Woman
    So far as our story approaches the end,

  A Lovers' Quarrel
    Oh, what a dawn of day!

  A Pretty Woman
    That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,

  A Serenade At The Villa
    That was I, you heard last night,

  A Toccata Of Galuppi's
    Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!

  A Woman's Last Word
    Let's contend no more, Love,

    Take the cloak from his face, and at first

  Another Way Of Love
    June was not over

  Holy-Cross Day
     [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day,

  Home-Thoughts, From Abroad
    Oh, to be in England

  Home-Thoughts, From The Sea
    Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away

    Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,

    All I believed is true!

    This is a spray the Bird clung to,

  My Last Duchess
    That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,

  My Star
    All, that I kno

  Nationality In Drinks
    My heart sank with our Claret-flask,

  Old Pictures In Florence
    The morn when first it thunders in March,

  One Way Of Love
    All June I bound the rose in sheaves.

  Meeting At Night
    The grey sea and the long black land;

  Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha
    Hist, but a word, fair and soft!

  Love In A Life
    Room after room,

  How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix
    I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;

  In A Gondola
    I send my heart up to thee, all my heart

  In A Year
    Never any more,

  In Three Days
    So, I shall see her in three days

  Incident Of The French Camp
    You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:

  Instans Tyrannus
    Of the million or two, more or less,

  Life In A Love
    Escape me?

  Love Among The Ruins
    Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,

  Parting At Morning
    Round the cape of a sudden came the sea