Robert Browning
England
7 May 1812 // 12 Dec 1889
Poet, Playwright
7 May 1812 // 12 Dec 1889
Poet, Playwright
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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.
Not God's, and not the beasts: God is, they are;
Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
A Death in the Desert
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
And did he stop and speak to you,
And did you speak to him again?
How strange it seems, and new!
And did he stop and speak to you,
And did you speak to him again?
How strange it seems, and new!
Memorabilia
What's come to perfection perishes.
Things learned on earth we shall practise in heaven;
Works done least rapidly
Art most cherishes.
Things learned on earth we shall practise in heaven;
Works done least rapidly
Art most cherishes.
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture.
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture.
Home-Thoughts from Abroad
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!
Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with,
One to show a woman when he loves her!
And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift,
Is quick and transient, comes, and lo! is gone,
While Northern thought is slow and durable.
Is quick and transient, comes, and lo! is gone,
While Northern thought is slow and durable.
Luria
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph.
Round and round, like a dance of snow
In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go
Floating the women faded for ages,
Sculptured in stone on the poet's pages.
In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go
Floating the women faded for ages,
Sculptured in stone on the poet's pages.
Women and Roses
A people is but the attempt of many
To rise to the completer life of one;
And those who live as models for the mass
Are singly of more value than they all.
To rise to the completer life of one;
And those who live as models for the mass
Are singly of more value than they all.
Luria
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!
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!
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
Essays
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
Essays
Essays