Robert Browning
Overview
Robert Browning was an English poet and playwright whose mastery of dramatic verse, especially dramatic monologue
Dramatic monologue
M. H. Abrams notes the following three features of the dramatic monologue as it applies to poetry:-Types of monologues:One of the most important influences on the development of the dramatic monologue is the Romantic poets...

s, made him one of the foremost Victorian
Victorian literature
Victorian literature is the literature produced during the reign of Queen Victoria . It forms a link and transition between the writers of the romantic period and the very different literature of the 20th century....

 poets.
Browning was born in Camberwell
Camberwell
Camberwell is a district of south London, England, and forms part of the London Borough of Southwark. It is a built-up inner city district located southeast of Charing Cross. To the west it has a boundary with the London Borough of Lambeth.-Toponymy:...

 - a district now forming part of the borough of Southwark in South London, England - the only son of Robert and Sarah Anna Browning.Browning, Robert. Ed. Karlin, Daniel (2004) Selected Poems Penguin p9 His father was a well-paid clerk for the Bank of England
Bank of England
The Bank of England is the central bank of the United Kingdom and the model on which most modern central banks have been based. Established in 1694, it is the second oldest central bank in the world...

, earning about £150 per year.
Quotations

God is the perfect poet,Who in his person acts his own creations.

Paracelsus, Part 2

Strange secrets are let out by Death Who blabs so oft the follies of this world.

Paracelsus, Part 2, l. 112

And gain is gain, however small.

Paracelsus, Part 4

Deeds let escape are never to be done.

"Sordello|Sordello", line 94 (1840)

The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearl'd; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heaven— All's right with the world!

Pippa Passes|Pippa Passes, line 221 (1841)

Rats!They fought the dogs and killed the cats,And bit the babies in the cradles,And ate the cheeses out of the vats,And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles,Split open the kegs of salted sprats,Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,And even spoiled the women's chatsBy drowning their speakingWith shrieking and squeakingIn fifty different sharps and flats.

The Pied Piper of Hamelin|The Pied Piper of Hamelin, line 10 (1842)

Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.

"In a Gondola", line 49 (1842)

Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

"The Last Ride Together", line 67 (1859)

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

"A Death in the Desert", line 59 (1864)

We loved, sir — used to meet:How sad and bad and mad it was —But then, how it was sweet!

"Confessions", line 34 (1864)

 
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