Brennan Stephen Vincent - Robert Browning on love

Skyhorse and Skyhorse Publishing are registered trademarks of Skyhorse Publishing, Inc., a Delaware corporation. Visit our website at www.skyhorsepublishing.com. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available on file. Cover design by Jane Sheppard Cover photo by Shutterstock Print ISBN: 978-1-63450-239-9 Ebook ISBN: 978-1-63450-886-5 Printed in the United States of America Contents You will only expect a few words, what will those be? When the heart is full it may run over, but the real fullness stays within. Words can never tell you, however, form them, transform them anyway, how perfectly dear you are to me, perfectly dear to my heart and soul. I look back, and in every one point, every word and gesture, every letter, every silence, you have been entirely perfect to me, I would not change one word, one look.

My hope and aim are to preserve this love, not to fall from it, for which I trust to God who procured it for me, and doubtless can preserve it. You have given me the highest, completest proof of love that ever one human being gave another. I am all gratitude, and all pride (under the proper feeling which ascribes pride to the right source) all pride that my life has been so crowned by you. Letter to Elizabeth Barrett Browning on the occasion of their marriage Loves Desire That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! A Pretty Woman She would succeed in her absurd attempt, And fascinate by sinning, show herself Pippa Passes At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, Kiss my cheek, wish me well! Then I wished it, and did kiss his cheek. Saul She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! Cristina A soft and easy life these ladies lead: Whiteness in us were wonderful indeed. Oh, save that brow its virgin dimness, Keep that foot its lady primness, Let those ankles never swerve From their exquisite reserve, Yet have to trip along the streets like me, All but naked to the knee! In Three Days Give her but a least excuse to love me! Pippa Passes Each enjoys Its night so well, you cannot break The sport up, so, indeed must make More stay with me, for others sake.

In a Gondola You have black eyes, Loveyou are, sure enough, My peerless bride Pippa Passes Through ones after-supper musings, Some lost lady of old years With her beauteous vain endeavour And goodness unrepaid as ever; The face, accustomed to refusings Waring 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. Life in a Love If you say, you love himstraight, hell not be gulled! Pippa Passes Youll love me yet!and I can tarry Your loves protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry, From seeds of Aprils sowing. I plant a heartful now: some seed At least is sure to strike, And yieldwhat youll not pluck indeed, Not love, but, may be, like. Youll look at least on loves remains, A graves one violet: Your look?that pays a thousand pains. Whats death? Youll love me yet! Pippa Passes Therefore to whom turn I but to thee, the ineffable Name? Abt Vogler Thou art my single day In Three Days Where I find her not, beauties vanish; Whither I follow her, beauties flee; Is there no method to tell her in Spanish Junes twice June since she breathed it with me? Come, bud, show me the least of her traces, Treasure my ladys lightest footfall! Ah, you may flout and turn up your faces Roses, you are not so fair after all! Garden Fancies Could thought of mine improve you? In a Gondola Doubt you whether This she felt as, looking at me, Mine and her souls rushed together? Cristina And I ventured to remind her, I suppose with a voice of less steadiness Than usual, for my feeling exceeded me, Something to the effect that I was in readiness Whenever God should please she needed me The Flight of the Duchess Oh, Angel of the East, one, one gold look Across the waters to this twilight nook Rudel to the Lady of Tripoli And love Is a short word that says so very much! A Blot In the Scutcheon Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance My Last Duchess Heap Cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: such balsam falls Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds and Stripes Let my hands frame your face in your hairs gold Andrea del Sarto Is it true, Thoult 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? Any Wife to Any Husband