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Famous Poets: Robert Browning
English poet, noted for his mastery of dramatic monologue. Browning was long unsuccessful as a poet and financially dependent upon his family until he was well into adulthood. He became a great Victorian poet, in his best works people from the past reveal their thoughts and lives as if speaking or thinking aloud. Robert Browning was born in London as the son of Robert Browning, a wealthy clerk in the Bank of England. In his teens, Browning discovered Shelley, adopting the author's confessionalism in poetry.
19.02.2005
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Born: May 7, 1812 // Died: December 12, 1889English poet, noted for his mastery of dramatic monologue. Browning was long unsuccessful as a poet and financially dependent upon his family until he was well into adulthood. He became a great Victorian poet, in his best works people from the past reveal their thoughts and lives as if speaking or thinking aloud. Robert Browning was born in London as the son of Robert Browning, a wealthy clerk in the Bank of England. In his teens, Browning discovered Shelley, adopting the author's confessionalism in poetry.
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Rabbi Ben Ezra by R. 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 saith “A whole I planned,
“Youth shows but half; trust God: see all nor be afraid!”
10.02.2005
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Written by Robert Browning (1812-1889)I.
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 saith “A whole I planned,
“Youth shows but half; trust God: see all nor be afraid!”
The Italian in England by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)
From hill to plain, from shore to sea,
And Austria, hounding far and wide
Her blood-hounds through the countryside,
Breathed hot and instant on my trace, -
I made six days a hiding-place
Of that dry green old aqueduct
Where I and Charles, when boys, have plucked
The fire-flies from the roof above,
Bright creeping throuoh the moss they love.
06.12.2004
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That second time they hunted meFrom hill to plain, from shore to sea,
And Austria, hounding far and wide
Her blood-hounds through the countryside,
Breathed hot and instant on my trace, -
I made six days a hiding-place
Of that dry green old aqueduct
Where I and Charles, when boys, have plucked
The fire-flies from the roof above,
Bright creeping throuoh the moss they love.
The Englishman in Italy by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)
Sit here by my side,
On my knees put up both little feet!
I was sure, if I tried,
I could make you laugh spite of Scirocco;
Now, open your eyes -
Let me keep you amused till he vanish
In black from the skies,
With telling my memories over
As you tell your beads;
06.12.2004
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Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one,Sit here by my side,
On my knees put up both little feet!
I was sure, if I tried,
I could make you laugh spite of Scirocco;
Now, open your eyes -
Let me keep you amused till he vanish
In black from the skies,
With telling my memories over
As you tell your beads;
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