Robert+Browning's+Famous+Poems


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Love Among The Ruins by Robert Browning
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles

Miles and miles

On the solitary pastures where our sheep

Half-asleep

Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop

As they crop—

Was the site once of a city great and gay ,

(So they say)

Of our country's very capital, its prince

Ages since

Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far

Peace or war.

Now—the country does not even boast a tree,

As you see,

To distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills

From the hills

Intersect and give a name to, (else they run

Into one)

Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires

Up like fires

O'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall

Bounding all,

Made of marble, men might march on nor be prest,

Twelve abreast.

And such plenty and perfection, see, of grass

Never was!

Such a carpet as, this summer-time, o'erspreads

And embeds

Every vestige of the city, guessed alone,

Stock or stone—

Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe

Long ago;

Lust of glory pricked their hearts up, dread of shame

Struck them tame;

And that glory and that shame alike, the gold

Bought and sold.

Now,—the single little turret that remains

On the plains,

By the caper overrooted, by the gourd

Overscored,

While the patching houseleek's head of blossom winks

Through the chinks—

Marks the basement whence a tower in ancient time

Sprang sublime,

And a burning ring, all round, the chariots traced

As they raced,

And the monarch and his minions and his dames

Viewed the games.

And I know, while thus the quiet-coloured eve

Smiles to leave

To their folding, all our many-tinkling fleece

In such peace,

And the slopes and rills in undistinguished grey

Melt away—

That a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair

Waits me there

In the turret whence the charioteers caught soul

For the goal,

When the king looked, where she looks now, breathless, dumb

Till I come.

But he looked upon the city, every side,

Far and wide,

All the mountains topped with temples, all the glades'

Colonnades,

All the causeys, bridges, aqueducts,—and then,

All the men!

When I do come, she will speak not, she will stand,

Either hand

On my shoulder, give her eyes the first embrace

Of my face,

Ere we rush, ere we extinguish sight and speech

Each on each.

In one year they sent a million fighters forth

South and north,

And they built their gods a brazen pillar high

As the sky,

Yet reserved a thousand chariots in full force—

Gold, of course.

Oh, heart! oh, blood that freezes, blood that burns !

Earth's returns

For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin!

Shut them in,

With their triumphs and their glories and the rest.

Love is best! -

Any Wife To Any Husband by Robert Browning
My love, this is the bitterest, that thou

Who art all truth and who dost love me now

As thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say—

Shouldst love so truly and couldst love me still

A whole long life through, had but love its will,

Would death that leads me from thee brook delay!

I have but to be by thee, and thy hand

Would never let mine go, thy heart withstand

The beating of my heart to reach its place.

When should I look for thee and feel thee gone?

When cry for the old comfort and find none?

Never, I know! Thy soul is in thy face.

Oh, I should fade—'tis willed so! might I save,

Galdly I would, whatever beauty gave

Joy to thy sense, for that was precious too.

It is not to be granted. But the soul

Whence the love comes, all ravage leaves that whole;

Vainly the flesh fades— soul makes all things new.

And 'twould not be because my eye grew dim

Thou couldst not find the love there, thanks to Him

Who never is dishonoured in the spark

He gave us from his fire of fires, and bade

Remember whence it sprang nor be afraid

While that burns on, though all the rest grow dark.

So, how thou wouldst be perfect, white and clean

Outside as inside, soul and soul's demesne

Alike, this body given to show it by!

Oh, three-parts through the worst of life's abyss,

What plaudits from the next world after this,

Couldst thou repeat a stroke and gain the sky!

And is it not the bitterer to think

That, disengage our hands and thou wilt sink

Although thy love was love in very deed?

I know that nature! Pass a festive day

Thou dost not throw its relic-flower away

Nor bid its music's loitering echo speed.

Thou let'st the stranger's glove lie where it fell;

If old things remain old things all is well,

For thou art grateful as becomes man best:

And hadst thou only heard me play one tune,

Or viewed me from a window, not so soon

With thee would such things fade as with the rest.

I seem to see! we meet and part: 'tis brief:

The book I opened keeps a folded leaf,

The very chair I sat on, breaks the rank;

That is a portrait of me on the wall—

Three lines, my face comes at so slight a call;

And for all this, one little hour's to thank.

But now, because the hour through years was fixed,

Because our inmost beings met amd mixed,

Because thou once hast loved me—wilt thou dare

Say to thy soul and Who may list beside,

"Therefore she is immortally my bride,

Chance cannot change that love, nor time impair.

"So, what if in the dusk of life that's left,

I, a tired traveller, of my sun bereft,

Look from my path when, mimicking the same,

The fire-fly glimpses past me, come and gone?

- Where was it till the sunset? where anon

It will be at the sunrise! what's to blame?"

Is it so helpful to thee? canst thou take

The mimic up, nor, for the true thing's sake,

Put gently by such efforts at at beam?

Is the remainder of the way so long

Thou need'st the little solace, thou the strong?

Watch out thy watch, let weak ones doze and dream!

"—Ah, but the fresher faces! Is it true,"

Thou'lt ask, "some eyes are beautiful and new?

Some hair,—how can one choose but grasp such wealth?

And if a man would press his lips to lips

Fresh as the wilding hedge-rose-cup there slips

The dew-drop out of, must it be by stealth?

"It cannot change the love kept still for Her,

Much more than, such a picture to prefer

Passing a day with, to a room's bare side.

The painted form takes nothing she possessed,

Yet while the Titian's Venus lies at rest

A man looks. Once more, what is there to chide?"

So must I see, from where I sit and watch,

My own self sell myself, my hand attach

Its warrant to the very thefts from me—

Thy singleness of soul that made me proud,

Thy purity of heart I loved aloud,

Thy man's truth I was bold to bid God see!

Love so, then, if thou wilt! Give all thou canst

Away to the new faces—disentranced—

(Say it and think it) obdurate no more,

Re-issue looks and words from the old mint—

Pass them afresh, no matter whose the print

Image and superscription once they bore!

Re-coin thyself and give it them to spend,—

It all comes to the same thing at the end,

Since mine thou wast, mine art, and mine shalt be ,

Faithful or faithless, sealing up the sum

Or lavish of my treasure, thou must come

Back to the heart's place here I keep for thee!

Only, why should it be with stain at all?

Why must I, 'twixt the leaves of coronal,

Put any kiss of pardon on thy brow?

Why need the other women know so much

And talk together, "Such the look and such

The smile he used to love with, then as now!"

Might I die last and shew thee! Should I find

Such hardship in the few years left behind,

If free to take and light my lamp, and go

Into thy tomb, and shut the door and sit

Seeing thy face on those four sides of it

The better that they are so blank, I know!

Why, time was what I wanted, to turn o'er

Within my mind each look, get more and more

By heart each word, too much to learn at first,

And join thee all the fitter for the pause

'Neath the low door-way's lintel. That were cause

For lingering, though thou called'st, If I durst!

And yet thou art the nobler of us two.

What dare I dream of, that thou canst not do,

Outstripping my ten small steps with one stride?

I'll say then, here's a trial and a task—

Is it to bear?—if easy, I'll not ask—

Though love fail, I can trust on in thy pride.

Pride?—when those eyes forestall the life behind

The death I have to go through!—when I find,

Now that I want thy help most, all of thee!

What did I fear? Thy love shall hold me fast

Until the little minute's sleep is past

And I wake saved.—And yet, it will not be!

Life In A Love by Robert Browning
Escape me?

Never—

Beloved!

While I am I, and you are you,

So long as the world contains us both,

Me the loving and you the loth,

While the one eludes, must the other pursue.

My life is a fault at last, I fear—

It seems too much like a fate, indeed !

Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed —

But what if I fail of my purpose here?

It is but to keep the nerves at strain,

To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,

And baffled, get up to begin again,—

So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.

While, look but once from your farthest bound,

At me so deep in the dust and dark,

No sooner the old hope drops to ground

Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,

I shape me—

Ever

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Face Down By Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Hey, girl, you know you drive me crazy

one look puts the rhythm in my hand.

Still I'll never understand why you hang around

I see what's going down.

Cover up with makeup in the mirror

tell yourself, it's never gonna happen again

You cry alone and then he swears he loves you.

Do you feel like a man when you push her around ?

Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground ?

Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end

as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.

A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect

every action in this world will bear a consequence

If you wade around forever, you will surely drown

I see what's going down.

I see the way you go and say you're right again,

say you're right again

Heed my lecture.

Do you feel like a man when you push her around?

Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?

Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end

as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found

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Lips of an Angel by Hinder
Honey why you calling me so late?

It's kinda hard to talk right now.

Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?

I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

Well, my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

It's funny that you're calling me tonight

And, yes, I've dreamt of you too

And does he know you're talking to me

Will it start a fight

No I don't think she has a clue

Well my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5
Beauty queen of only eighteen

She had some trouble with herself

He was always there to help her

She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door

I've had you so many times but somehow I want more

I don't mind spending every day

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

And she will be loved

And she will be loved

Tap on my window, knock on my door

I want to make you feel beautiful

I know I tend to get so insecure

It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies

It's compromise that moves us along, yeah

My heart is full and my door's always open

You come anytime you want, yeah.

I don't mind spending every day

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

And she will be loved

And she will be loved

And she will be loved

And she will be loved || Assonance: the repetition of sounds in multiple words. The effect is has on the poem is that it helps create a rhythm which makes the poem easier to read and to create a beat.

Simile: comparing two unlike things using "like" or "as". In the poem, it helps create an image in the mind of the reader of what he wants the scene to feel and look like.

Hyperbole: is an over exaggeration to help emphasize something in a literary work.

Caesura: is a pause in line of poetry. in his writing, it help create a sense of urgency that brings attention to the reader.

Author Intrusion: when the author steps back from the story to share information. He uses it to help bring emphasis to certain pieces of his work.

Repetition: when words or phrases are repeated multiple times to make a point. He makes the words in his poems and phrases seem like they're important by repeating them so many times.

Personification: giving inanimate objects human characteristics. The way he uses personification helps create an image and gives feeling and emotion to the work. Imagery: when words are descriptive to help make the reading come to life. His word choice helps the reader get a visual of what he is trying to portray to the audience.