Robert Browning
Poems about Love

 

The Lost Mistress by Robert Browning

All's over, then: does truth sound bitter
...As one at first believes?
Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter
...About your cottage eaves!

And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,
...I noticed that, to-day;
One day more bursts them open fully
...--You know the red turns gray.

To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest?
...May I take your hand in mine?
Mere friends are we,--well, friends the merest
...Keep much that I resign:

For each glance of the eye so bright and black.
...Though I keep with heart's endeavour,--
Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
...Though it stay in my soul for ever!--

Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
...Or only a thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
...Or so very little longer!

.....The Lost Mistress by Robert Browning (1812-89)

Browning's In a Gondola

Summum Bonum (Love Poem)

Earl Mertoun's Song by Robert Browning

 

Daily Romantic Poetry

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Archived Love Quote: LOVE, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like _caries_ and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more frequently to the physician than to the patient. Ambrose Bierce "The Devil's Dictionary",