III. A LIST OF MR. BROWNING'S

POEMS AND DRAMAS

ARRANGED IN THE ORDER OF FIRST PUBLICATION IN BOOK FORM

THE following list is drawn from the careful Bibliography, prepared by Mr. Thomas J. Wise, and published in The Athenaeum for August 11, 25, September 29, October 27, 1894. 1833. Pauline: A Fragment of a Confession. 1835. Paracelsus.

1837. Strafford: An Historical Tragedy. 1840. Sordello.

1841. Bells and Pomegranates. No. I. Pippa Passes.

1842. Bells and Pomegranates. No. II. King Victor and King Charles.

1843. Bells and Pomegranates. No. III. Dramatic Lyrics.

Up at a Villa-down in the City. (As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality.)

A Woman's Last Word.

Fra Lippo Lippi.

A Toccata of Galuppi's.

By the Fireside.

Any Wife to Any Husband.

An Epistle containing the Strange Medical Experience of Karshish, the Arab Physician.

Mesmerism.

A Serenade at the Villa.

Bad Dreams: IV. Inapprehensiveness.

Which?

The Cardinal and the Dog.
The Pope and the Net.
The Bean-Feast.
Muckle-mouth Meg.
Arcades Ambo.

The Lady and the Painter.

Ponte dell' Angelo, Venice. Beatrice Signorini.

Flute-Music, with an Accompaniment. Imperante Augusto natus est Development.

Rephan.

Reverie.

Epilogue.

About that strangest, saddest, sweetest song, 602.

A certain neighbor lying sick to death, 932.
Ah, but because you were struck blind, could
bless, 970.

Ah, but how each loved each, Marquis! 914.
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, 195.

Ah, George Bubb Dodington Lord Melcombe, no, 961.

Ah, Love, but a day, 373.

Ah, the bird-like fluting, 999.

A king lived long ago, 140.

All I believed is true, 255.

All I can say is-I saw it! 811.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, 190.
All service ranks the same with God, 145.
All's over then does truth sound bitter, 170.
All that I know, 185.

All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee, 988.

Among these latter busts we count by scores, 283. And so, here happily we meet, fair friend, 736. And so you found that poor room dull, 814.

And what might that bold man's announcement be," 933.

Anyhow, once full Dervish, youngsters came, 930.

A Rabbi told me: On the day allowed, 906.
A simple ring with a single stone, 988.
As I ride, as I ride, 165.

Ask not one least word of praise! 941.

"As like as a Hand to another Hand!" 375. At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, 1007.

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Ay, but, Ferishtah,' -a disciple smirked,

939.

Give her but a least excuse to love me, 137.
Going his rounds one day in Ispahan, 920.
Goldoni-good, gay, sunniest of souls, 910.
Good, to forgive, 849.

Grand rough old Martin Luther, 266.
Grow old along with me! 383.

Gr-r-r there go, my heart's abhorrence! 167.

Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, 174.

Hamelin Town 's in Brunswick, 268.

Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes, 36. "Heigho," yawned one day King Francis, 256. Here is a story, shall stir you! Stand up, Greeks dead and gone, 892.

Here is a thing that happened. beasts whelped, for den, $79.

Like wild

Here's my case. Of old I used to love him

811.

Here's the garden she walked across, 166.
Here's to Nelson's memory! 166.

Here was I with my arm and heart, 380.
He was the man-Pope Sixtus, that Fifth, that
swineherd's son, 992.

High in the dome, suspended, of Hell, sad triumph, behold us, 916.

Hist, but a word, fair and soft! 195.
How I lived, ere my human life began, 1004.
How of his fate, the Pilgrims' soldier-guide,
936.

How strange!— but, first of all, the little fact, 974.