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Robert Browning (Writer)

The lark's on the wing…
Robert Browning win
The snail's on the thorn…
Robert Browning
Truth, that's brighter than gem, Trust, that's purer than pearl, — Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, — all were for me In the kiss of one girl.
Robert Browning truth
Deeds let escape are never to be done.
Robert Browning escape
Any nose May ravage with impunity a rose.
Robert Browning age
Rats! They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.
Robert Browning women
Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.
Robert Browning believe
The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.
Robert Browning truth
Over my head his arm he flung Against the world.
Robert Browning world
There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so purer than the purest.
Robert Browning man
I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God,—the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures. I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward,—Nature's good And God's.
Robert Browning war
I judge people by what they might be,—not are, nor will be.
Robert Browning people
Sing, riding's a joy! For me I ride.
Robert Browning joy
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
Robert Browning words
We loved, sir — used to meet: How sad and bad and mad it was — But then, how it was sweet!
Robert Browning love
Who hears music feels his solitude Peopled at once.
Robert Browning music
Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there.
Robert Browning love
Have you found your life distasteful? My life did and does smack sweet. Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? Mine I save and hold complete. Do your joys with age diminish? When mine fail me, I'll complain. Must in death your daylight finish?My sun sets to rise again.
Robert Browning life
I find earth not gray but rosy; Heaven not grim but fair of hue. Do I stoop? I pluck a posy; Do I stand and stare? All's blue.
Robert Browning art
Never the time and the place And the loved one all together!
Robert Browning love
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
Robert Browning cry
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
Robert Browning success
All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee: All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem: In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea: Breath and bloom, shade and shine, — wonder, wealth, and — how far above them —
Robert Browning art
The moment eternal — just that and no more — When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet!
Robert Browning men
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Robert Browning war
Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Robert Browning path
That we devote ourselves to God, is seen In living just as though no God there were.
Robert Browning living
Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
Robert Browning art
I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,—what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
Robert Browning time
Truth is within ourselves.
Robert Browning wit
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
Robert Browning creation
Strange secrets are let out by Death Who blabs so oft the follies of this world.
Robert Browning world
Error has no end.
Robert Browning end
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
Robert Browning men
Every joy is gain And gain is gain, however small.
Robert Browning joy
Jove strikes the Titans down Not when they set about their mountain-piling But when another rock would crown the work.
Robert Browning work
The peerless cup afloat Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph Swims bearing high above her head.
Robert Browning
I give the fight up: let there be an end, A privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
Robert Browning fight
Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.
Robert Browning life
Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Costs it more pain that this ye call A "great event" should come to pass From that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!
Robert Browning life
The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearl'd; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn;God's in His heaven— All's right with the world!
Robert Browning world
Some unsuspected isle in the far seas,— Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.
Robert Browning sea
In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.
Robert Browning art
All service ranks the same with God,— With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.
Robert Browning service
He gathers earth's whole good into his arms; Standing, as man now, stately, strong and wise, Marching to fortune, not surprised by her.
Robert Browning art
When is man strong until he feels alone?
Robert Browning man
The heavens and earth stay as they were; my heart Beats as it beat: the truth remains the truth.
Robert Browning truth
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold:
Robert Browning man
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there.
Robert Browning
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Robert Browning sin
God made all the creatures, and gave them our love and our fear, To give sign we and they are his children, one family here.
Robert Browning love
How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses Forever in joy!
Robert Browning life
'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
Robert Browning man
I do what many dream of, all their lives, — Dream? strive to do, and agonize to do, And fail in doing. I could count twenty such On twice your fingers, and not leave this town, Who strive — you don't know how the others strive To paint a little thing like that you smeared Carelessly passing with your robes afloat —Yet do much less, so much less, Someone says, (I know his name, no matter) — so much less! Well, less is more, Lucrezia: I am judged. There burns a truer light of God in them, In their vexed beating stuffed and stopped-up brain, Heart, or whate'er else, than goes on to prompt This low-pulsed forthright craftsman's hand of mine.
Robert Browning art
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
Robert Browning man
Take away love, and our earth is a tomb!
Robert Browning love
If you get simple beauty and naught else, You get about the best thing God invents.
Robert Browning beauty
You should not take a fellow eight years old And make him swear to never kiss the girls.
Robert Browning kiss
I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on.
Robert Browning life
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
Robert Browning soul
Progress, man’s distinctive mark alone, Not God’s, and not the beasts’: God is, they are, Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
Robert Browning hope
Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it ‘Italy.'"
Robert Browning art
When the fight begins within himself, A man 's worth something.
Robert Browning self
Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, The superstitious atheist.
Robert Browning anger
That low man seeks a little thing to do,    Sees it and does it. This high man, with a great thing to pursue,    Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one,—    His hundred's soon hit; This high man, aiming at a million,    Misses an unit. That has the world here—should he need the next,    Let the world mind him! This throws himself on God, and unperplexed    Seeking shall find him.
Robert Browning mind
Lofty designs must close in like effects.
Robert Browning design
Rafael made a century of sonnets.
Robert Browning
Other heights in other lives, God willing.
Robert Browning live
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides,—one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her!
Robert Browning love
Oh their Rafael of the dear Madonnas, Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno, Wrote one song—and in my brain I sing it; Drew one angel—borne, see, on my bosom!
Robert Browning sin
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Robert Browning thought
For life, with all it yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear (believe the aged friend), Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love,— How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.
Robert Browning love
The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,—no!
Robert Browning soul
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
Robert Browning work
For I say this is death and the sole death,— When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
Robert Browning love
Progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beasts': God is, they are; Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
Robert Browning hope
The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing!
Robert Browning life
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made:Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"
Robert Browning life
Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all! Not for such hopes and fears Annulling youth's brief years, Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark!Rather I prize the doubt Low kinds exist without, Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark. Poor vaunt of life indeed, Were man but formed to feed On joy, to solely seek and find and feast; Such feasting ended, then As sure an end to men.
Robert Browning life
Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!"
Robert Browning soul
Be there, for once and all, Severed great minds from small, Announced to each his station in the Past!Was I, the world arraigned, Were they, my soul disdained, Right? Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last! Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me: we all surmise, They this thing, I that: whom shall my soul believe?
Robert Browning love
All instincts immature, All purposes unsure, That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount: Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act,Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Robert Browning work
Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee,That was, is, and shall be: Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.
Robert Browning art
Look not thou down but up! To uses of a cup.
Robert Browning
Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what needst thou with earth's wheel? But I need, now as then, Thee, God, who mouldest men.
Robert Browning art
So, take, and use thy work:Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim!My times be in thy hand! Perfect the cup as planned! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same!
Robert Browning death
Gold as it was, is, shall be evermore: Prime nature with an added artistry — No carat lost, and you have gained a ring. What of it? 'T is a figure, a symbol, say;A thing's sign: now for the thing signified.
Robert Browning art
A book in shape but, really, pure crude fact Secreted from man's life when hearts beat hard, And brains, high-blooded, ticked two centuries since. Give it me back! The thing's restorative I'the touch and sight.
Robert Browning life
A ring without a posy, and that ring mine?
Robert Browning wit
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird And all a wonder and a wild desire, — Boldest of hearts that ever braved the sun, Took sanctuary within the holier blue, And sang a kindred soul out to his face, — Yet human at the red-ripe of the heart— When the first summons from the darkling earth Reached thee amid thy chambers, blanched their blue, And bared them of the glory — to drop down, To toil for man, to suffer or to die, — This is the same voice: can thy soul know change? Hail then, and hearken from the realms of help!
Robert Browning art
Go practise if you please With men and women: leave a child alone For Christ's particular love's sake!
Robert Browning love
In the great right of an excessive wrong.
Robert Browning right
Was never evening yet But seemed far beautifuller than its day.
Robert Browning beautiful
Forgive me this digression — that I stand Entranced awhile at Law's first beam, outbreak O' the business, when the Count's good angel bade "Put up thy sword, born enemy to the ear, "And let Law listen to thy difference!" And Law does listen and compose the strife, Settle the suit, how wisely and how well!On our Pompilia, faultless to a fault, Law bends a brow maternally severe, Implies the worth of perfect chastity, By fancying the flaw she cannot find.
Robert Browning business
Oh child that didst despise thy life so much When it seemed only thine to keep or lose, How the fine ear felt fall the first low word "Value life, and preserve life for My sake!"
Robert Browning life
The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.
Robert Browning crime
Why comes temptation, but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?
Robert Browning man
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good Compensate bad in man, absolve him so:Life’s business being just the terrible choice.
Robert Browning business
Inscribe all human effort with one word, Artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!
Robert Browning man
It is the glory and good of Art That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth,—to mouths like mine, at least.
Robert Browning truth

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