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The Poetical Works of Robert Browning

Browning, Robert (1812-1889)

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VOL. I.
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VOL. II.
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VOL. III.
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VOL. IV.
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VOL. V.
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VOL. VI.
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DRAMATIC LYRICS.
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CAVALIER TUNES.
  
THE LOST LEADER.
  
“HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX.”
  
THROUGH THE METIDJA TO ABD-EL-KADR.
  
NATIONALITY IN DRINKS.
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GARDEN FANCIES.
  
SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER.
  
THE LABORATORY.
  
THE CONFESSIONAL
  
CRISTINA.
  
THE LOST MISTRESS.
  
EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES.
  
MEETING AT NIGHT.
  
PARTING AT MORNING.
  
SONG.
  
A WOMAN'S LAST WORD.
  
EVELYN HOPE.
  
LOVE AMONG THE RUINS.
  
A LOVERS' QUARREL.
  
UP AT A VILLA—DOWN IN THE CITY.
  
A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S.
  
OLD PICTURES IN FLORENCE
  
“DE GUSTIBUS------”
  
HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD.
  
HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA.
  
SAUL.
  
MY STAR.
  
BY THE FIRE-SIDE.
  
ANY WIFE TO ANY HUSBAND.
  
TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA.
  
MISCONCEPTIONS.
  
A SERENADE AT THE VILLA.
  
ONE WAY OF LOVE.
  
ANOTHER WAY OF LOVE.
  
A PRETTY WOMAN.
  
RESPECTABILITY.
  
LOVE IN A LIFE.
  
LIFE IN A LOVE.
  
IN THREE DAYS.
  
IN A YEAR.
  
WOMEN AND ROSES.
  
BEFORE.
  
AFTER.
  
THE GUARDIAN-ANGEL.
  
MEMORABILIA.
  
POPULARITY.
  
MASTER HUGUES OF SAXE-GOTHA.
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VOL. VIII., IX., X.
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VOL. XI.
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VOL. XIII.
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VOL. XIV.
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VOL. XV.
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VOL. XVI.
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VOL. XVII.

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LOVE IN A LIFE.

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Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her—
Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:
Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.

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Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune—
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?
But 't is twilight, you see,—with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!
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