Robert Browning Quotes

Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Paracelsus, pt. 1, l. 25-6 (1835).
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Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain's rim: And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Parting at Morning (l. 1-4). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hillside's dew-pearled; 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 (1812-1889), British poet. Pippa Passes, pt. 1, "Morning," (1841). Pippa's song.
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And all night long we have not stirred, And yet God has not said a word!
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Porphyria's Lover (l. 59-60). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold.
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Prospice (l. 17-20). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest!
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Prospice (l. 27-28). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go:
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Prospice (l. 1-8). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go!
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Rabbi Ben Ezra (l. 31-33). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Look not thou down but up!
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Rabbi Ben Ezra (l. 175). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made:
Robert Browning (1812-1889), British poet. Rabbi Ben Ezra (l. 1-3). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [Robert Browning]. John Pettigrew, ed. (1981) Penguin.
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