My Last Duchess

Robert Browning

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1   ðəts mɑɪ lɑːst ˈdʌʧ.ɪs ˈpn.tɪd ɒn ðə wɔːl10 18 
2   ˈlʊk.ɪŋ əz ɪf ʃi wər əˈlɑɪv ɑɪ kɔːl10 12 
3   ðət ps ə ˈwʌn.də nɑʊ frɑː ˈpæn.dɒlfs hændz10 20 
4   wɜːkt ˈbɪz.ɪ.li ə d ənd ð ʃi stændz10 16 
5   wɪlt plz ju sɪt ənd lʊk ət hər ɑɪ sed10 18 
6   frɑː ˈpæn.dɒlf bɑɪ dɪˈzɑɪn fə ˈnev.ə rd10 16 
7   ˈstrn.ʤəz lɑɪk ju ðət ˈpɪk.ʧəd ˈkɑʊn.tən.ənts10 22 
8   ðə depθ ənd ˈpæʃ.ən əv ɪts ˈɜː.nɪst ɡlɑːnts10 20 
9   bət tʊ mɑɪˈself ð tɜːnd sɪnts nʌn pʊts bɑɪ10 21 
10   ðə ˈkɜː.tən ɑɪ həv drɔːn fə ju bət ɑɪ10 13 
11   ənd smd əz ð wəd ɑːsk m ɪf ð dɜːst10 17 
12   hɑʊ sʌʧ ə ɡlɑːnts km ð səʊ nɒt ðə fɜːst10 18 
13   ɑː ju tʊ tɜːn ənd ɑːsk ðʌs sə twɒz nɒt10 16 
14   hə ˈhʌz.bəndz ˈprez.ənts ˈəʊn.li kɔːld ðət spɒt10 23 
15   əv ʤɔɪ ˈɪn.t ðə ˈdʌʧ.ɪ.sɪz ʧk pəˈhæps11 15 
16   frɑː ˈpæn.dɒlf ʧɑːntst tʊ s hə ˈmæn.t læps22 
17   ˈəʊ.və mɑɪ ˈl.diz rɪst t mʌʧ ɔː pnt10 14 
18   məst ˈnev.ə həʊp tʊ ˌr.prəˈdjs ðə fnt10 18 
19   ˈhɑːfˈflʌʃ ðət dɑɪz əˈlɒŋ hə θrəʊt sʌʧ stʌf11 10 20 
20   wəz ˈkɜː.tə.si ʃi θɔːt ənd kɔːz ɪˈnʌf10 14 
21   fə ˈkɔː.lɪŋ ʌp ðət spɒt əv ʤɔɪ ʃi həd10 15 
22   ə hɑːt hɑʊ ʃəl ɑɪ s t sn md ɡlæd10 14 
23   t ˈ.zɪ.li ɪmˈprest ʃi lɑɪkt wɒtˈ10 14 
24   ʃi lʊkt ɒn ənd hə lʊks went ˈev.ri.w10 17 
25   sə twɒz ɔːl wʌn mɑɪ ˈf.vər ət hə brest10 17 
26   ðə ˈdrɒp.ɪŋ əv ðə ˈd.lɑɪt ɪn ðə west10 15 
27   ðə bɑʊ əv ˈʧer.iz səm əˈfɪʃ.əs fl10 13 
28   brəʊk ɪn ði ˈɔː.ʧəd fə hə ðə wɑɪt mjl10 15 
29   ʃi rəʊd wɪð rɑʊnd ðə ˈter.ɪs ɔːl ənd ʧ10 16 
30   wəd drɔː frəm hər əˈlɑɪk ði əˈpr.vɪŋ spʧ11 19 
31   ɔː blʌʃ ət lst ʃi θæŋkt men ɡʊd bət θæŋkt11 10 22 
32   ˈsʌm.hɑʊ ɑɪ nəʊ nɒt hɑʊ əz ɪf ʃi ræŋkt10 14 
33   mɑɪ ɡɪft əv ə nɑɪnˈhʌn.drədˈjɪəzˈəʊld nm10 18 
34   wɪð ˈen.iˌbɒd.iz ɡɪft hd stp tʊ blm10 18 
35   ðɪs sɔːt əv ˈtrɑɪ.f.ɪŋ ˈ.vən həd ju skɪl10 18 
36   ɪn spʧ wɪʧ ɑɪ həv nɒt tʊ mk jɔː wɪl10 16 
37   kwɑɪt klɪə tʊ sʌʧ ən wʌn ənd s ʤəst ðɪs10 19 
38   ɔː ðət ɪn ju dɪsˈɡʌsts m hɪə ju mɪs10 15 
39   ɔː ðr ɪkˈsd ðə mɑːk ənd ɪf ʃi let10 14 
40   həˈself bi ˈles.ənd səʊ nɔː ˈpln.li set10 17 
41   hə wɪts tʊ jɔːz fəˈsθ ənd md ɪkˈskjs10 19 
42   n ðen wəd bi səm ˈst.pɪŋ ənd ɑɪ ʧz10 16 
43   ˈnev.ə tʊ stp əʊ sə ʃi smɑɪld nəʊ dɑʊt10 15 
44   wenˈr ɑɪ pɑːst hə bət h pɑːst wɪˈðɑʊt10 16 
45   mʌʧ ðə sm smɑɪl ðɪs ɡr ɑɪ ɡv kəˈmɑːndz10 19 
46   ðen ɔːl smɑɪlz stɒpt təˈɡeð.ə ð ʃi stændz10 21 
47   əz ɪf əˈlɑɪv wɪlt plz ju rɑɪz wl mt10 17 
48   ðə ˈkʌm.pə.ni bɪˈləʊ ðen ɑɪ rɪˈpt10 12 
49   ðə kɑʊnt jɔː ˈmɑː.stəz nəʊn mjˈnɪf.ɪ.sənts10 19 
50   ɪz ˈæm.p ˈwɒr.ənt ðət nəʊ ʤəst prɪˈtents20 
51   əv mɑɪn fə ˈdɑʊ.ri wɪl bi ˌdɪs.əˈlɑʊd10 13 
52   ðəʊ hɪz f ˈdɔː.təz self əz ɑɪ əˈvɑʊd10 13 
53   ət ˈstɑː.tɪŋ ɪz mɑɪ ˈɒb.ʤɪkt n wl ɡəʊ10 15 
54   təˈɡeð.ə dɑʊn sə ˈnəʊ.tɪs ˈnep.tjn ðəʊ10 15 
55   ˈt.mɪŋ ə ˈsˌhɔːs θɔːt ə ˈr.rə.ti10 11 
56   wɪʧ klɔːz əv ˈɪnz.brʊk kɑːst ɪn brɒnz fə m10 21 
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FERRARA

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 look at her? I said
“Frà 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
Frà 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 chuse
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.

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