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By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

From the sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robert Browning

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robert Browning

This could but have happened once,- And we missed it, lost it forever.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

How he lies in his rights of a man! Death has done all death can. And absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike On his senses alike, And are lost in the solemn and strange Surprise of the change.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

For thence a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, - Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

God is the perfect poet.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

A lion may die of an ass's kick.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robert Browning

When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages’ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death, That life was blotted out — not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems The goal in sight again.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

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

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robert Browning

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

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

Desire joy and thank God for it. Renounce it, if need be, for other's sake. That's joy beyond joy.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say,- not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances: the profession was purely the man's own. I judge people by what they might be,- not are, nor will be.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well, The wild tulip at the end of its tube, blows out its great red bell, Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

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

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

Over my head his arm he flung, Against the world.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robert Browning

'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robert Browning

Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

Shakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robert Browning

Who knows but the world may end tonight

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robert Browning

Why stay on the earth except to grow.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

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 cook's 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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

One and all We lend an ear-nay, Science takes thereto- Encourages the meanest who has racked Nature until he gains from her some fact, To state what truth is from his point of view, Mere pin-point though it be: since many such Conduce to make a whole, she bids our friend Come forward unabashed and haply lend His little life-experience to our much Of modern knowledge.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Robert Browning

Why stay we on earth except to grow?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Robert Browning

Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

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

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? With the music of all thy voices, dumb In life’s November too! I shall be found by the fire, suppose, O’er a great wise book as beseemeth age, While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows, And I turn the page, and I turn the page, Not verse now, only prose!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Browning

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!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Browning

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!