That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and ...

Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings ...

To mark World Poetry Day, we’ve collected the stories ... First published in 1850, it is Browning’s love letter to husband Robert Browning, who saved her from a life of near solitude in ...