Last Ride Together, The Analysis

I.



I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so,

Since now at length my fate I know,

Since nothing all my love avails,

Since all, my life seemed meant for, fails,

Since this was written and needs must be---

My whole heart rises up to bless

Your name in pride and thankfulness!

Take back the hope you gave,---I claim

---Only a memory of the same,

---And this beside, if you will not blame,

Your leave for one more last ride with me.



II.



My mistress bent that brow of hers;

Those deep dark eyes where pride demurs

When pity would be softening through,

Fixed me, a breathing-while or two,

With life or death in the balance: right!

The blood replenished me again;

My last thought was at least not vain:

I and my mistress, side by side

Shall be together, breathe and ride,

So, one day more am I deified.

Who knows but the world may end tonight?



III.



Hush! if you saw some western cloud

All billowy-bosomed, over-bowed

By many benedictions---sun's

And moon's and evening-star's at once---

And so, you, looking and loving best,

Conscious grew, your passion drew

Cloud, sunset, moonrise, star-shine too,

Down on you, near and yet more near,

Till flesh must fade for heaven was here!---

Thus leant she and lingered---joy and fear!

Thus lay she a moment on my breast.



IV.



Then we began to ride. My soul

Smoothed itself out, a long-cramped scroll

Freshening and fluttering in the wind.

Past hopes already lay behind.

What need to strive with a life awry?

Had I said that, had I done this,

So might I gain, so might I miss.

Might she have loved me? just as well

She might have hated, who can tell!

Where had I been now if the worst befell?

And here we are riding, she and I.



V.



Fail I alone, in words and deeds?

Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

We rode; it seemed my spirit flew,

Saw other regions, cities new,

As the world rushed by on either side.

I thought,---All labour, yet no less

Bear up beneath their unsuccess.

Look at the end of work, contrast

The petty done, the undone vast,

This present of theirs with the hopeful past!

I hoped she would love me; here we ride.



VI.



What hand and brain went ever paired?

What heart alike conceived and dared?

What act proved all its thought had been?

What will but felt the fleshly screen?

We ride and I see her bosom heave.

There's many a crown for who can reach,

Ten lines, a statesman's life in each!

The flag stuck on a heap of bones,

A soldier's doing! what atones?

They scratch his name on the Abbey-stones.

My riding is better, by their leave.



VII.



What does it all mean, poet? Well,

Your brains beat into rhythm, you tell

What we felt only; you expressed

You hold things beautiful the best,

And pace them in rhyme so, side by side.

'Tis something, nay 'tis much: but then,

Have you yourself what's best for men?

Are you---poor, sick, old ere your time---

Nearer one whit your own sublime

Than we who never have turned a rhyme?

Sing, riding's a joy! For me, I ride.



VIII.



And you, great sculptor---so, you gave

A score of years to Art, her slave,

And that's your Venus, whence we turn

To yonder girl that fords the burn!

You acquiesce, and shall I repine?

What, man of music, you grown grey

With notes and nothing else to say,

Is this your sole praise from a friend,

``Greatly his opera's strains intend,

``Put in music we know how fashions end!''

I gave my youth; but we ride, in fine.



IX.



Who knows what's fit for us? Had fate

Proposed bliss here should sublimate

My being---had I signed the bond---

Still one must lead some life beyond,

Have a bliss to die with, dim-descried.

This foot once planted on the goal,

This glory-garland round my soul,

Could I descry such? Try and test!

I sink back shuddering from the quest.

Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?

Now, heaven and she are beyond this ride.



X.



And yet---she has not spoke so long!

What if heaven be that, fair and strong

At life's best, with our eyes upturned

Whither life's flower is first discerned,

We, fixed so, ever should so abide?

What if we still ride on, we two

With life for ever old yet new,

Changed not in kind but in degree,

The instant made eternity,---

And heaven just prove that I and she

Ride, ride together, for ever ride?

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Excellent poem, shows the way to be optimistic, in your grave adversities.
Gaurav (M.A.English)
Khalsa Collage (Amritsar)

| Posted on 2009-11-05 | by a guest

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The Last Ride Together is surely a wonderful creation of Browning.The past is surely lost,the future is unborn and unpredictable,so,it is only the present which really matters.One must not give way to despair on account of failure in love.This philosophy is excellently delivered by Browning in the poem.

| Posted on 2009-10-14 | by a guest

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The Last Ride Together is surely a wonderful creation of Browning.The past is surely lost,the future is unborn and unpredictable,so,it is only the present which really matters.One must not give way to despair on account of failure in love.This philosophy is excellently delivered by Browning in the poem.

| Posted on 2009-10-14 | by a guest

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the last ride together is a very optimistic poem in which poet is telling us to be happy and satisfied even if we unable to get what we want.its a very simple and a masterpiece of english poetry
aniket das gupta
m.a(english)
punjab university,chandigarh

| Posted on 2009-08-28 | by a guest

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" Last Ride Together' is a good poem to read but Browning's philosophy of love is not convincing at all. A lover gets rejected harshly and feels elated to have a last ride together with the babe!!?why? Is he a mad? If he feels so then we must agree that he doeen't love the girl at all.no instance, no example of hopefullness can console a true love who gets rejected.
Samarpan Das
English Dept.
Moinaguri College

| Posted on 2009-08-24 | by a guest

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RobertBrowning's 'The Last Ride Together' deals with an impossible situation in love making. No lover after being rejected by his lady-love can react so calmly and philosophically as the lover has done in Browning's poem. Either he did not love the girl at all. Or he might have been a hypocrite to justify his unreturned love. Or at best we may call him mad. His faith in Heaven is not clearly stated in the poem. In Browning's own life, such incident of rejection has not occurred. He loved, he came to propose and he conquered his beloved. He led a happy love life like Spenser or Donne. Usually such situation is fortunate in rare cases. The lover gets what he wants. Browning had no such personal experiences of frustrated love. So his portrayal of the lover's character is not convincing.
Dr.Ratan Bhattacharjee , Nagerbazar

| Posted on 2009-06-05 | by a guest

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this poem shows the optimism of Robbert Browning as he has shown in The Prospice. Where everybody weeps out at the time of sepretion Robbert tells us to feel like heaven at this time and we should enjoy this time as much as we can. we should not be disappointed after sepretion. we should keep this time of sepration as the best time of our relationship because we enjoyed it a lot.when we will keep this time as a sweet memory of life, this time will give positive energy only

| Posted on 2009-06-02 | by a guest

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the last ride is a sexual metaphor.it means a last sexual intercourse with his mistress.
with this in mind read again and you would agree.

| Posted on 2008-08-30 | by a guest

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The lover hoped to get his beloved, but he gets only the last ride with her. Now he hopes to get her in the heaven. The Heaven has great charm for him. Then He indulges in optimistic thoughts. He compares his lot with others. He considers himself no way inferior to a statesman, soldier, soft, sculptor and musician.It seems by doing so he tries to remain happy and contented with whatever he gets and hopes for a better future. He wants to enjoy every moment of this ride. As it is the most significant and the happiest day of his life. And after this the next meeting is may be scheduled in heaven.

| Posted on 2008-03-25 | by a guest

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There may be of course something very common between THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER and other poems written by Browning but but still we canmnot miss the contrast. Perhaps in no ther poems of his we ever come across more vividly the self sacrificing nature of the male sex and it certainly makes a difference

| Posted on 2008-01-19 | by a guest

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This is a dramatic monologue as is most of Brownings poetry. This poem is about a man (who is the speaker) who asks his mistress ( who seems to be the listener but the listner could be ambigius) for one last ride and she agrees to one last ride together. Language in the poem seems to sugggest that he is dying and this is his last wish or that he feels he can't live with out his mistress. the lines are in an aa,bb,c,dd,eee,c rhyme scheme. Part of the men and women collection and browing refers to art and love in the poem which is one of his intentions to explore.

| Posted on 2005-12-06 | by Approved Guest

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When Browning explored the type of the jealous and possessive male in "Porphyria's Lover" and "My Last Duchess," he drew on Shakespeare's treatment of this type in the character of Othello and also Leontes in The Winter's Tale. The drama of Othello, in which the misguided hero murders his wife, seems to me particularly important to "Porphyria's Lover." In Othello, the eponymous protagonist is a romantic and passionate figure whose active and impressionable imagination is easily stimulated by Iago's calumny against Desdemona. Othello's romanticism is glimpsed early on in the play in a lyrical speech made as he disembarks after a stormy voyage and is reunited with his bride.

| Posted on 2005-05-10 | by Approved Guest