Robert Browning, 1812-1889. British poet best known for dramatic monologues such as "My Last Duchess," "Fra Lippo Lippi," and "The Bishop Orders His Tomb." His work, including his masterpiece, The Ring and the Book (1868-1869), explored new ways of using diction and poetic rhythm.
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
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.
One who never turned his back but marched breast , forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong, would triumph. Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Truth that peeps Over the glasses' edge when dinner's done.
Uncertainty: The grand Perhaps! We look on helplessly, There the old misgivings, crooked questions are.
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