from Porphyria's Lover
Lines 6-9:
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Lines 32-34
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshiped me: surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
Whil I debated what to do.
Lines 38-41
...and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her...
Lines 58-60
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!

Robert Browning was one strange man. No wonder his wife was more popular than him!