My Last Duchess

Robert Browning

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1	ðəts mɑɪ lɑːst ˈdʌʧ.ɪs ˈpeɪn.tɪd ɒn ðə wɔːl	6	0	2	2	6	1	5	3	3	10	18
2	ˈlʊk.ɪŋ əz ɪf ʃi wər əˈlɑɪv ɑɪ kɔːl	6	1	1	2	2	0	4	1	5	10	12
3	ðət piːs ə ˈwʌn.də nɑʊ frɑː ˈpæn.dɒlfs hændz	7	0	2	1	6	0	7	4	3	10	20
4	wɜːkt ˈbɪz.ɪ.li ə deɪ ənd ðeə ʃi stændz	5	2	1	2	7	0	5	2	2	10	16
5	wɪlt pliːz ju sɪt ənd lʊk ət hər ɑɪ sed	7	1	1	1	7	0	4	1	6	10	18
6	frɑː ˈpæn.dɒlf bɑɪ dɪˈzɑɪn fə ˈnev.ə riːd	6	0	2	2	5	0	5	3	3	10	16
7	ˈstreɪn.ʤəz lɑɪk ju ðət ˈpɪk.ʧəd ˈkɑʊn.tən.ənts	6	1	0	3	9	2	4	4	3	10	22
8	ðə depθ ənd ˈpæʃ.ən əv ɪts ˈɜː.nɪst ɡlɑːnts	8	0	2	0	8	0	7	4	1	10	20
9	bət tʊ mɑɪˈself ðeɪ tɜːnd sɪnts nʌn pʊts bɑɪ	6	0	1	3	9	0	6	5	1	10	21
10	ðə ˈkɜː.tən ɑɪ həv drɔːn fə ju bət ɑɪ	5	1	2	2	5	0	4	2	2	10	13
11	ənd siːmd əz ðeɪ wəd ɑːsk miː ɪf ðeɪ dɜːst	4	0	4	2	6	0	7	3	1	10	17
12	hɑʊ sʌʧ ə ɡlɑːnts keɪm ðeə səʊ nɒt ðə fɜːst	4	0	2	4	5	1	8	3	1	10	18
13	ɑː ju tʊ tɜːn ənd ɑːsk ðʌs sə twɒz nɒt	6	1	3	0	6	0	5	3	2	10	16
14	hə ˈhʌz.bəndz ˈprez.ənts ˈəʊn.li kɔːld ðət spɒt	7	1	1	1	9	0	8	3	3	10	23
15	əv ʤɔɪ ˈɪn.tuː ðə ˈdʌʧ.ɪ.sɪz ʧiːk pəˈhæps	8	0	2	1	5	3	6	1	0	11	15
16	frɑː ˈpæn.dɒlf ʧɑːntst tʊ seɪ hə ˈmæn.tl̩ læps	6	0	2	1	7	1	6	4	4	9	22
17	ˈəʊ.və mɑɪ ˈleɪ.diz rɪst tuː mʌʧ ɔː peɪnt	3	1	2	4	5	1	3	3	2	10	14
18	məst ˈnev.ə həʊp tʊ ˌriː.prəˈdjuːs ðə feɪnt	6	0	2	2	6	0	6	3	3	10	18
19	ˈhɑːfˈflʌʃ ðət dɑɪz əˈlɒŋ hə θrəʊt sʌʧ stʌf	7	0	1	2	4	1	11	1	3	10	20
20	wəz ˈkɜː.tə.si ʃi θɔːt ənd kɔːz ɪˈnʌf	5	2	3	0	5	0	6	2	1	10	14
21	fə ˈkɔː.lɪŋ ʌp ðət spɒt əv ʤɔɪ ʃi həd	7	1	1	1	6	1	6	1	1	10	15
22	ə hɑːt hɑʊ ʃəl ɑɪ seɪ tuː suːn meɪd ɡlæd	3	0	3	4	5	0	5	2	2	10	14
23	tuː ˈiː.zɪ.li ɪmˈprest ʃi lɑɪkt wɒtˈeə	4	2	2	2	6	0	3	1	4	10	14
24	ʃi lʊkt ɒn ənd hə lʊks went ˈev.ri.weə	7	2	0	1	5	0	4	3	5	10	17
25	sə twɒz ɔːl wʌn mɑɪ ˈfeɪ.vər ət hə brest	7	0	1	2	4	0	6	2	5	10	17
26	ðə ˈdrɒp.ɪŋ əv ðə ˈdeɪ.lɑɪt ɪn ðə west	8	0	0	2	5	0	5	2	3	10	15
27	ðə bɑʊ əv ˈʧer.iz səm əˈfɪʃ.əs fuːl	7	1	1	1	1	1	8	1	2	10	13
28	brəʊk ɪn ði ˈɔː.ʧəd fə hə ðə wɑɪt mjuːl	5	1	2	2	4	1	4	2	4	10	15
29	ʃi rəʊd wɪð rɑʊnd ðə ˈter.ɪs ɔːl ənd iːʧ	5	1	2	2	4	1	4	2	5	10	16
30	wəd drɔː frəm hər əˈlɑɪk ði əˈpruː.vɪŋ spiːʧ	6	1	3	1	5	1	5	2	6	11	19
31	ɔː blʌʃ ət liːst ʃi θæŋkt men ɡʊd bət θæŋkt	7	1	2	0	11	0	5	4	2	10	22
32	ˈsʌm.hɑʊ ɑɪ nəʊ nɒt hɑʊ əz ɪf ʃi ræŋkt	5	1	0	4	3	0	6	4	1	10	14
33	mɑɪ ɡɪft əv ə nɑɪnˈhʌn.drədˈjɪəzˈəʊld neɪm	5	0	0	5	5	0	4	6	3	10	18
34	wɪð ˈen.iˌbɒd.iz ɡɪft huːd stuːp tʊ bleɪm	5	2	2	1	9	0	5	2	2	10	18
35	ðɪs sɔːt əv ˈtrɑɪ.fl̩.ɪŋ ˈiː.vən həd ju skɪl	6	1	2	1	4	0	8	2	4	10	18
36	ɪn spiːʧ wɪʧ ɑɪ həv nɒt tʊ meɪk jɔː wɪl	6	0	2	2	4	2	3	3	4	10	16
37	kwɑɪt klɪə tʊ sʌʧ ən wʌn ənd seɪ ʤəst ðɪs	7	0	0	3	6	2	5	3	3	10	19
38	ɔː ðət ɪn ju dɪsˈɡʌsts miː hɪə ju mɪs	5	2	2	1	4	0	6	3	2	10	15
39	ɔː ðeər ɪkˈsiːd ðə mɑːk ənd ɪf ʃi let	5	1	3	1	5	0	5	2	2	10	14
40	həˈself bi ˈles.ənd səʊ nɔː ˈpleɪn.li set	5	2	1	2	4	0	6	3	4	10	17
41	hə wɪts tʊ jɔːz fəˈsuːθ ənd meɪd ɪkˈskjuːs	6	0	3	1	6	0	8	2	3	10	19
42	iːn ðen wəd bi səm ˈstuː.pɪŋ ənd ɑɪ ʧuːz	5	1	3	1	5	1	4	5	1	10	16
43	ˈnev.ə tʊ stuːp əʊ sə ʃi smɑɪld nəʊ dɑʊt	4	1	1	4	6	0	5	3	1	10	15
44	wenˈeər ɑɪ pɑːst hə bət huː pɑːst wɪˈðɑʊt	4	0	3	3	7	0	5	1	3	10	16
45	mʌʧ ðə seɪm smɑɪl ðɪs ɡruː ɑɪ ɡeɪv kəˈmɑːndz	4	0	2	4	4	1	7	5	2	10	19
46	ðen ɔːl smɑɪlz stɒpt təˈɡeð.ə ðeə ʃi stændz	6	1	1	2	7	0	9	3	2	10	21
47	əz ɪf əˈlɑɪv wɪlt pliːz ju rɑɪz wiːl miːt	4	1	3	2	3	0	5	1	8	10	17
48	ðə ˈkʌm.pə.ni bɪˈləʊ ðen ɑɪ rɪˈpiːt	6	1	1	2	5	0	2	3	2	10	12
49	ðə kɑʊnt jɔː ˈmɑː.stəz nəʊn mjuːˈnɪf.ɪ.sənts	5	0	3	2	4	0	6	7	2	10	19
50	ɪz ˈæm.pl̩ ˈwɒr.ənt ðət nəʊ ʤəst prɪˈtents	8	0	0	1	7	1	4	4	4	9	20
51	əv mɑɪn fə ˈdɑʊ.ri wɪl bi ˌdɪs.əˈlɑʊd	5	2	0	3	4	0	3	2	4	10	13
52	ðəʊ hɪz feə ˈdɔː.təz self əz ɑɪ əˈvɑʊd	5	0	1	4	3	0	9	0	1	10	13
53	ət ˈstɑː.tɪŋ ɪz mɑɪ ˈɒb.ʤɪkt neɪ wiːl ɡəʊ	5	0	2	3	7	1	2	3	2	10	15
54	təˈɡeð.ə dɑʊn sə ˈnəʊ.tɪs ˈnep.tjuːn ðəʊ	6	0	1	3	6	0	4	4	1	10	15
55	ˈteɪ.mɪŋ ə ˈsiːˌhɔːs θɔːt ə ˈreə.rə.ti	4	1	3	2	3	0	4	2	2	10	11
56	wɪʧ klɔːz əv ˈɪnz.brʊk kɑːst ɪn brɒnz fə miː	7	0	3	0	6	1	6	4	4	10	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.