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Common Themes throughout Robert Browning's Poetry
Transcript of Common Themes throughout Robert Browning's Poetry
Poetry By Jennifer Stewart, Jonathan Kirchman
& Natasha Adams Jealousy Death & Violence Delusion Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister My Last Duchess The Laboratory "Or, my scrofulous French novel"
"Flaw in the indenture"
"Blue black lustrous and thick" "She thanked men,---good! but thanked somehow---I know not how--- as if she ranked My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name with anybody's gift." "He is with her, and they know that I know... They laugh at me"
"I brought my own eyes to bear on her so, that I thought Could I keep them one-half minute fixed, she would fall, Shrivelled; she fell not; yet this does it all."
Porphyria's Lover "I found a thing to do, all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her." The Laboratory "Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?" Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister "Twenty-nine district damnations, one sure, if another fails; if I trip him just a-dying"
"Send him flying off to hell," My Last Duchess "I gave commands; then all smiles stopped together." My Last Duchess "'Twas not her husband's presence only, called that spot of joy into the Duchess' cheek" The Laboratory "She's not little, no minion like me"
"He is with her: and they know that I know" Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister "“Oh, those melons! If he’s able/We’re to have a feast; so nice!/ One goes to the Abbot’s table,/All of us get each a slice.” Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister "Knife and fork he never lays Cross-wise, to my recollection, As do I, in Jesu's praise."
"In three sips the Arian frustrate; While he drains his at one gulp!" The Bishop Orders His Tomb at St. Praxed's Church