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Robert Browning Quotes

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,Or what's a heaven for?

Men and Women and Other Poems

God’s in His heaven—All’s right with the world!

Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.

So free we seem so fettered fast we are!

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

God is the perfect poet.

When pain ends gain ends too.

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb,...

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Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more,  One task more declined, one more footpath untro...

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Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

My sun sets to rise again.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more,One task more declin'd, one more foot-path ontrod...

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Without love, our earth is a tomb

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

Love is the energy of life.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consist...

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When a man's busy leisure strikes him as a wonderful pleasure and at leisure once is he? Straightw...

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Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character

Browning's Paracelsus: Being the Text of Browning's Poem

The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low: And the startled littl...

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Dramatic Lyrics

The power of the night, the press of the storm, the post of the foe; where he stands, the Arch Fear ...

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In this world, who can do a thing, will not;And who would do it, cannot, I perceive:Yet the will's s...

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Robert Browning's Poetry

A lion may die of an ass's kick.

Robert Browning's Poetry

Any noseMay ravage with impunity a rose.

Grow old along with me--the best is yet to be,

Love is energy of life.

Who hears music, feels his solitudePeopled at once.

The complete poetical works of Browning

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

When the fight begins within himself a man's worth something.

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

The rain set early in tonight,The sullen wind was soon awake,It tore the elm-tops down for spite,And...

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White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's busines...

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Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

Ah but a man's reach should exceed his grasp or what's a heaven for?

I... know what I do and am unmoved by men's blame or their praise either.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to...

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Grow old with me! The best is yet to be The last of life for which the first was made: Our times a...

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Strike when thou wilt the hour of rest but let my last days be my best.

A minute’s success pays the failure of years.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Your children are not dead. They are just waiting until the world deserves them.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made ...

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

Autumn wins you best by this: its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

T'were too absurd to slight for the hereafter the day's delight!

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

Man's reach should exceed his grasp or what's a heaven for?

Why stay we on earth except to grow?

Make us happy and you make us good.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

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Robert Browning

Poet

Born: 1812-05-07

Died: 1889-12-12

Robert Browning (7 May 1812 – 12 December 1889) was an English poet and husband of Elizabeth Barrett Browning.More