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  • My last duchess

    MY LAST DUCHESS
    BY : ROBERT BROWNING

    That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,
    Looking as if she were alive. I call
    That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands
    Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
    Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said
    “Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read
    Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
    The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
    But to myself they turned (since none puts by
    The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
    And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
    How such a glance came there; so, not the first
    Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not
    Her husband’s presence only, called that spot
    Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps
    Fra Pandolf chanced to say “Her mantle laps
    Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint
    Must never hope to reproduce the faint
    Half-flush that dies along her throat”: such stuff
    Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
    For calling up that spot of joy. She had
    A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad,
    Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er
    She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
    Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast,
    The dropping of the daylight in the West,
    The bough of cherries some officious fool
    Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
    She rode with round the terrace—all and each
    Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
    Or blush, at least. 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. Who’d stoop to blame
    This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
    In speech—(which I have not)—to make your will
    Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this
    Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
    Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let
    Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
    Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,
    —E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose
    Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,
    Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without
    Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
    Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
    As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet
    The company below, then. I repeat,
    The Count your master’s known munificence
    Is ample warrant that no just pretence
    Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
    Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed
    At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go
    Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
    Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
    Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!


    My last Duchess
    Robert Browning was born in Italy in 1812 and got his education through tutors at home and later went to the university of London. He married English Barrett a senior opet who had great influence on him his poetry was mainly on the subject of love between men and women. he had a very robust and cheerful view of life. his best works are Dramatic lyrics, Men and women etc. My last duchess is taken from Dramatic lyrics.

    In this poem the Italian Duke is very stern and possesive last Duchess was young, beautiful and virtuous. the Duke once called an monk artist and got a portrait painted at one sitting in a day. the duchess was very friendly, simple and innocent but the duke didn't like her conduct and so put her to death. the duke felt. the duchess had no sense of her status and was like a child, she had no cultural taste and no dignity. he also says a cheap compliment from a painter made her blush. he shows this painting to the envoy whose daughter he is to marry. he tells the envoy that the duchess should expose her wrist, and the painter complimente her beauty. the duke was proud to be her husband.
    http://upload.omanlover.org/out.php/...reeb-lamar.jpg

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    • #3
      Thankssssssssss
      I realy like this peome
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      I know its for Italian person
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      • #4
        Welcome back Gareeeeeeeb

        I did like what U have posted dude

        It is a story I believe in a shape of poem which is wonderful

        and easy to understand


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