Robert Browning Quotes

And as she died so must we die ourselves, And thence ye may perceive the world's a dream. Life, how and what is it?
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church (l. 8-10). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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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 (1812-1889), British poet. The Flight of the Duchess, st. 17.
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Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. The Inn Album, cto. 5 (1875).
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we two With life forever old yet new, Changed not in kind but in degree, The instant made eternity—
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. The Last Ride Together (l. 105-108). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Who knows but the world may end tonight?
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. The Last Ride Together (l. 22). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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you tell What we felt only;
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. The Last Ride Together (l. 68-69). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds? We rode; it seemed my spirit flew,
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. The Last Ride Together (l. 45-46). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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I sink back shuddering from the quest. Earth being so good, would Heaven seem best? Now, Heaven and she are beyond this ride.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. The Last Ride Together (l. 97-99). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us—they watch from their graves!
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. The Lost Leader, st. 1, Dramatic Romances and Lyrics (1845).
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Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat— ... We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Made him our pattern to live and to die! Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us—they watch from their graves! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, MHe alone sinks to the rear and the slaves!
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. The Lost Leader, st. 1, Dramatic Romances and Lyrics (1845). Referring to Wordsworth.
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